It’s Only Cute the First Seven Hundred Times

Big BrotherAs a parent, there are several milestones you look forward to on your child’s journey to adulthood. Learning how to walk, for example. Or, in the case of boys, managing to use the toilet without peeing all over the floor (and walls, towels, spare toilet paper, etc). Maybe even that magical day when your child finally moves out of home.

But I digress.

One of the biggest, most magical milestones of all is when your little bundle of joy starts to talk.

Both of my boys have been what we in the parenting business refer to as “late talkers”. That’s to say that, unlike my friends’ children who were saying real words by eight months old, my boys didn’t say their first words until well after they turned one.

(But I can assure you, they quickly made up for it by talking incessantly.)

Regardless of when it happens, though, there’s a magical moment when your child looks up at you and calls you Mummy. And your heart melts.

In most cases, Mummy is a child’s first word. Sometimes the second word if they choose to say Daddy first.

Have I mentioned before that my kids aren’t like other kids?

Big Brother’s first word was ‘cheese’. This was followed quickly by ‘car’, ‘tyre’, and then ‘Mummy’. (‘Daddy’ didn’t come until after he’d mastered ‘truck’, ‘shoe’, ‘train’, and ‘sky’.)

So on that wonderous day, when Big Brother smiled at me and said, “Mum,” I stated with absolute certainty that I would never, even get sick of hearing him say my name.

Little Brother was a bit different. His first word was ‘Ta’. Which was nice. And then ‘Mummy’.

See, look how cute he is:

Dear non-parents,

This is not cute.

I mean, it is. But…

Do you know how long my “I’ll never get sick of hearing Big Brother say my name” resolution lasted? Less than a week. It may have even been less than a day.

Why?

Okay, I’d like you to do something for me. I’d like you to watch that video of Little Brother again. It goes for 15 seconds, so I want you to listen to it four times in a row. That’s what it’s like to experience one minute of my life.

Now listen to it 240 times in a row. That’s roughly one hour.

Still think it’s cute?

Ah well, there’s always the next major milestone to look forward to.

How old do kids have to be before they can move out of home?

Did you make any crazy, impossible to keep resolutions before or soon after you became a parent?

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10 responses to “It’s Only Cute the First Seven Hundred Times

  1. Bec

    Well, in my case, 15, so only 10 more years with T and 13 more with M! Hmmm, you better stock up on wine….

  2. Hahaha I can so relate to this, very funny. We had a talker (but a very late walker) here and number two’s walking/talking fate is yet to be determined. My big girl’s first word was “birdie”. Love your blog!

  3. heathermarsten04

    LOL. Best advice my sister-in-law gave me was to teach my kids to say “Daddy.” That way they would call him in the middle of the night and I can roll over and say, “They called you, honey.” Never worked. Sigh.

  4. My nephew Austin still does that at 8, but in his defense he has some special issues. He does it when Beth is on the phone mostly. If she weren’t on the phone she would ignore him until I would say, “ANSWER HIM DAMMIT!!!!” When she’s on the phone she answers. Every. Single. Time.

    Hate.

    Noah never did that. He was different.

  5. Jackson still does this. Actually, they both talk pretty much non-stop. It makes me want to shoot myself.

    • You know, when I was young (and stupid) I naively (and stupidly) hoped for twins. Because I had done lots of research on how awesome it would be to BE a twin. (Read: I read ALL the Sweet Valley Twins and Sweet Valley High books…) I was actually disappointed when I found I was having a single birth with my first child.

      So glad I dodged that bullet now. You have my deepest and profoundest sympathies, and I give you my word that I shall buy you much wine when we one day find ourselves in the same corner of the globe.

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