A couple weeks ago, Ezra said his first real word: car. Or “Ca! Ca! Ca!” shouted at every car that drove past us as we were sitting outside of Starbucks on a Sunday morning. The next day, he ran up to me as I was cooking dinner and started pointing wildly at the block of cheese on the counter and making the sign for ‘eat’ while saying “shees! shees!” Car and cheese. That pretty much sums up the priorities in his life right now. I could pretty much die from how adorable he is when he’s getting all excited over cars and cheese.
When I was pregnant, I promised myself that I wasn’t going to freak out over milestone stuff—that whether my baby was fast or slow at walking or rolling over or talking or whatever, it wouldn’t be a big deal, because it all works out in the end and there’s no use stressing over it. Come kindergarten, it doesn’t really matter who was running across the living room at nine months and who was taking their first timid steps at fifteen months.
I’ve been pretty good about this so far. Mostly. But all the froufrou ‘what, me worry?’ nonsense meant nothing when all the baby development guidelines were telling me my 15-month-old son should be saying at least three words and I knew he wasn’t saying any. Or when my friend’s eight-month-old was already saying mama and dada .
So maybe I was freaking out. A little bit. But I tried to keep it down because obviously Ezra is a crazy awesome genius. He’s smart and social and expressive and he babbles all the time omg nonstop and his receptive vocabulary is pretty darn huge. Deep breath, lady.
So I just kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
And then when he was happily yelling at the cars, I didn’t even realize it at first. He was pointing at every car and it still took me forever to connect the dots. Oh! Car! He’s saying car! And I realized that he’s been making that sound a lot lately so… I just totally missed it. I have no idea what other words I’ve missed—he’s being raised bilingually so I wouldn’t even understand any Spanish words he tried to say. And now I feel like a bit of an idiot.
But my kid? He’s a frikken’ genius.
BONUS VIDEO for making it to the end of this post: Ezra ‘talking’ on the ‘phone’: