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April 12, 2010

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"I love him so much I don't care if he hates me." Man, so true. Applies to children, as well; I can remember various times where I was foot-stompingly furious about something I had to do or not do, and my parents would (lovingly) respond that I could be angry at them all I wanted, but that they loved me too much not to enforce this. In other words, that their goal was not to make sure I was happy with them all the time, but to make sure I knew how to act right. Or at least, that I didn't torment my brother or whatever was at issue. ;)

There's a terrific description of this in a children's book called The Little White Horse - this governess starts taking care of a baby girl whose parents are dead, and it says something like this: "At first, Miss Heliotrope cared a great deal that the little girl should like her. By and by, however, she ceased caring at all about whether Maria liked her or not, but only that she grow up to be a good woman."

There's a terrific description of this in a children's book called The Little White Horse - this governess starts taking care of a baby girl whose parents are dead, and it says something like this: "At first, Miss Heliotrope cared a great deal that the little girl should like her. By and by, however, she ceased caring at all about whether Maria liked her or not, but only that she grow up to be a good woman."

ooh, please post the video! My 4-year old hasn't learned that one yet, but he does a great "Reno Dakota".

Yeah, it's so much easier just to agree and let it go. Much harder to draw a line and stick to it. Wishing you plenty of energy for that. I think it's an honorable thing to do.

Sending you a virtual deep breath and a beer. I agree with Nimble- boundaries with people you love are not easy, but worth it.

My daughter is almost 17 months and we were getting worried because she seemed to have very little receptive language...And then last week it was BOOM! She clearly understands statements about shoes and going to school and bathtime and so much else... And she says GU GU (dog dog) when I mention grandma's house because they have an annoying dog. It's so much fun to watch the wheels turning in her head and see what comes out!

Ooh, we do Reno Dakota too! Except we sing "...he's just a BORE" instead.

Spill, spill, spill. Maybe your insight will rub off on someone's action.

My 15 month old is also not talking. He does an elephant sound, pants when he sees dogs and he growls for every other animal (be it a chicken, lion, duck or mouse!). He can certainly understand. And he even looks up from the back yard to see if I'm looking before he dumps sand on his three year old brother's head. My older guy was similar in his speech development, so I guess it's normal to me? Oh...and I'm not even 'ma ma ma' or 'da da da'.

Well, my 17 month old has great receptive language, but no spoken language. We call him "Silent Bob".

He's getting an evaluation with the Early Intervention people because he make no sounds (other than crying and grunting). No babbling. No mama, no dada (at least not anymore and loss of language skills has me freaked a bit). No more "uh oh". Nothing. Just a whole lot of quiet. When he's 4 and will. not. shut. up, I am sure I will miss Silent Bob.

Whoa, SarcastiCarrie. Here's hoping he's yammering incessantly by 4.

JuliaG, yeah, Daphne growls for everything, including bugs. Sometimes for Dada, too.

Man, I wish now that I'd Tweeted my daughter's birth. It went so fast, I can't quite remember how things happened.

Of course, my texting would've been... unreliable. I'm not sure I could see straight enough to manage my phone's keyboard. And no way was I able to compose a coherent sentence.

Philip was a very late talker, though it was clear he understood everything, even 'go up the stairs to slide down the slide'. Seriously. He was about 16 months when I made this suggestion, upon seeing him try to walk up the slide. He immediately walked around the playground equipment, and started up the stairs. But he only now, at 22 months, is calling me 'Ma' and Eric 'Da'. Suddenly, everything has a name. And he, like Daph, has always been incredibly physically adept.

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