projectdavid

We always thought that Davey was a really good talker, but I'm learning that just because a child has a good vocabulary that doesn't necessarily make them communicators.

One of our most frustrating struggles with Davey is that he doesn't like to talk about stuff...you know, how he's feeling, how school was, where owies are or why he's being naughty. Reasoning with him is just an exercise in frustration. I'm trying to persevere.

Now, we're way too early to tell if Tink will be better at that sort of communicating, but she blows me away with the conversations we have...

Tink, as I lie her on her change table this evening: Where's the light?
Me: Clever girl, Tinkie. Yes, where is the light? It's turned off. Mummy didn't want it to shine in your eyes.
Tink: ohhhhh, eyes. (covers her eyes). Where did she go?
(this is a little game where Tink covers her eyes as if for peekaboo, but asks, "where did she go" and I have to ask it too until she uncovers her eyes and says, "There she is!" Good association...covering her eyes for the light, then playing her game...)

Our kids are sooooo different.