Wednesday morning I asked Chase to give Owen a pair of socks. As he ran over to Owen with the socks in outstretched hand I heard him yelling, "Owie, Owie, Owie". I stopped in my tracks and just smiled and listened. That was the first time he had called him by his name. At daycare they call Owen, "Owie O, O". I call him Owie sometimes at home.
Owen calls Chase "Da" or "Da Da" so we know who he is talking about when he says that.
They've also picked up on Nana and Papapa. Nana is Grandma Sandy and Papapa is Grandpa Jim. And it's not just Papa, it's Papapa. Yesterday I told the boys Nana was coming over and they looked at me, gave me the questioning arm motion and said, "Papapa?" It was so cute.
For me, a speech-language pathologist, this part of development is really exciting and important. I've been waiting for words and communication and to finally hear them using words is thrilling. I thank God each night for the new words.
We've been dealing with a lot of frustration and tantrums lately and I think a lot of it is frustration with their lack of communication skills. I hope with the development of language some of this will decrease. We'll see.
All spring and summer Chase was the "difficult" child of the two. He had to be held all the time or whined right by my side. Now the rolls have switched, as they seem to do about every 6 months. Chase is easy going and Owen is the "difficult" one. He throws tantrum after tantrum after tantrum. It's been quite wearing on us, and him, for that matter. We are loving him through the struggles and are trying to ease his frustration with not getting his way, but it's really hard.
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