I’m a talker. I love chatting with people, and after church, a block party or school drop-off you’re likely to find me among the stragglers who linger for a few extra minutes to catch up with family and friends. I hail from a long line of chatters, and I assumed my children would be the same, and I’ve largely been right.
My oldest, Parker, really found his voice with engineering. He was about 3 years old when he got in the groove of conversation, mainly because he had to get all of the building ideas out of his head. I have heard him go on, and on about how to build dragon recycling machines, the most towering of towers, and even shark-themed submarines.
Charlotte wasted no time either, and she adorably tried to pronounce difficult animal names like “rhinoceros,” “octopus,” and “hippopotamus” in her little toddler-size voice. She quickly moved from chit-chatting to singing, and her very first solo was “Let it go!” at a mere 18 months old. I am continually impressed at how she catches on to lyrics so well!
While I was pregnant with Cooper, I distinctly remember working with Parker and Charlotte to introduce themselves politely. They were 4 years old and 1 ½, respectively, but both took pride in being able to say “Hi my name is ___,” and I loved that!
Now that Cooper has become a chatter-bug, I have a bit of a conundrum. He loves to talk, and he’ll tell you all about his day, monster trucks, and what he wants for dinner but don’t you dare ask him his name. A few months ago we went around the table introducing ourselves to see if we could get him on-board.
"Hi my name is Mommy,” and so on, but when we finally got to our Cooper Man … nothing. He was NOT going to say it. Of course, he knows his name, and he responds to it all day long (just ask “Cooper do you want a cookie?” and you’ll see him run right over), but he will not say “Cooper.” At first, I decided not to let it bother me, but then he made a name switch that I can’t reconcile. Now, if you ask him his name, he says, “I truck.”
I mean, what is that about?
After as much online research as my husband and I could put together, we decided this sort of name defiance is probably normal and we shouldn’t let it bother us as long as he’s speaking properly in other regards. So there you have it - I have a Parker, a Charlotte, and a truck … who’d a thunk it?
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.