Thursday, November 26, 2009

It sounds like gobbeldy-gook..

.. but babies have a language which they all seem to understand, a unique combination of fairly basic monosyllabic tones and gestures made with the face and eyes. This is quickly followed by rapid fire gobbledy-gook as they learn to move their tongues around their mouths. As unintelligible as it may sound, there is structure in it, and because I was watching Kylee to see what she would do next, I began to tie sounds to needs and wants. I never did reach full fluency, but it made for less fractious times than there would otherwise have been.

As time progressed, the rapid fire talk was replaced by properly structured statements. For instance, she hurt herself on something in the kitchen area, and when asked where she hurt herself, she replied ‘on the cupboard’. This was one large step especially as at the age she was, multi-syllabic words are not supposed to be possible. I have learnt that anything is possible in the world of a toddler.

The way to a person’s heart..

I am not well versed in caring, coping or catering for a small child, so first meeting at six months was not easy. There was no doubt in my mind that she was and still is the cutest looking child but I couldn’t help but wonder what one did with such a small helpless ‘package’.

She couldn’t crawl, walk or run, and the importance of Formula One racing passed her by completely. I was at a loss. Laying down did not look like anything that I could share with her, so I did what any male would do, and withdrew to my corner. Grandma was able to cope easily enough, and I wrote it down to the fact that ‘it must be a girl thing’.

By this time, I was told that Kylee had passed the ‘crying for seemingly no good reason’. Phew. I had heard accounts where babies can cry for what seems like forever, and I was glad that this phase was gone. She was able to sit up in a high chair well enough, and whenever I passed, there was a welcoming smile. Liquid food was still the norm, but she could manage ‘baby’ treats, and I was amazed by her dexterity with them. Her tiny hands picked them up easily and she could even recover treats that had made it into her lap.

So, one day I was asked if I would give her some baby food (the stuff in jars on sale at all good grocery stores and pharmacies), and I agreed as it appeared to be a simple enough task. Only one spoonful made it onto my clothes, and the noises she made while being fed assured me that she was 100% appreciative.

Accompanying each spoonful was a big smile, and she nodded her head from side to side, giggling the entire time. Maybe it was the way I delivered the food on the spoon. Whatever the reason, we both survived the experience and it gave me the courage to actually offer to feed her next time.

Some of the most rewarding experiences in life are just the little things, and I am obliged to say that this was one of those times.. 

Hi

I should have started this blog eighteen months ago but, to be honest, I thought that another DSCF1722member of the family would do it. Nothing has been forthcoming, so here is my account of a small child growing up, and the effect that she has had on me.

In case you are wondering why I picked the title for this blog, here is a photo of my grand-daughter. This was her first excursion in snow at around one year old.

She is a little ray of sunshine who garners smiles from all who come into contact with her. Even when she is not feeling 100%, she hands out joy and love in handfuls. We could all learn much from her.

Her name is Kylee, and she says 'Hi' to all of you.