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Boast or burst

Posted on | February 8, 2007 7 Comments | e-mail | print

So! Can I brag, just for a moment? My son just turned two and he’s already in Advanced Placement. HA! Take that, anxiety-ridden self of early 2005! Not only is he turning out OK, he’s so danged smart that the day care ladies are sending him to the 3/4-year-old room for part of each day so he can work on his letters, numbers, shapes and colors with kids who are “on his level.”

Iain told me that the other day and I cried, a little. I’m prouder than the time Owen peed all over the wall when he was 11 days old.

Each new thing he does or says is completely fascinating to me. Where once there was a blob, there is now a small person. And the sheer volume of knowledge this little tyke has absorbed in the last two years blows my MIND. Take language. It’s fucking amazing to see how he picks things up. He can say four-syllable words (uncomfortable, bacitracin). He tells jokes (“Owen pee onna ceiling? NO! Ahahaha!”) and stories (“Miss Margaret tie shoe. Leo cry. Owen eat muffin.”). He “reads” his bed time stories with us (filling in the appropriate words. You need to hear him say “but not the armadillo” because you would PLOTZ.). And he can count past ten all the way to thirteen. He skips twelve and hits seventeen twice, but hey. He’s counting.

And he can spell his own name. I show him the letters every time I write his name on his sippy cups for school, but I didn’t realize it was sinking in until we were at Target the other day. He was staring at something (a sale sign, I don’t know) and said, “Oh. Dubboo. Eee. Enn.” By JOVE he’s GOT IT.

If you point the letter A he can’t identify it yet, but if you place it next to B and C he can. I can just see the cogs turning in that little noggin of his. He really is going to be smarter than his parents and THEN what a creek we’ll be up, and us without our paddles.

Actually, the fact that he’s so fun and interesting and quirky and intelligent is what gives me hope for doing this whole baby thing again. I see that I only have to make it through the first year and a half, two years, before the next one will be someone I really like hanging out with, too, not just a screaming drooling bundle of need. I love my bundles of need, don’t get me wrong. But toddlerhood is its own reward.

Category: motherhood, pregnancy, toddler
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7 Responses to “Boast or burst”

  1. juliloquy
    February 8th, 2007 @ 1:52 pm

    Wow, what a little smarty! I hear you about fast-forwarding through the blob months (although the blob months are special, of course). I’m newly pregnant and already looking forward to the time when the younger sleeps and converses like my 2-year-old.

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  2. Maliavale
    February 8th, 2007 @ 8:31 pm

    Yay Owen — and you guys! I love his “story.” It’s so perfect and matter-of-fact and I wish all my stories ended with me eating muffins.

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  3. Mama C-ta
    February 8th, 2007 @ 10:19 pm

    Wow he is a little brainiac!

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  4. LetterB
    February 11th, 2007 @ 9:45 pm

    It’s so nice to read this - you deserve to be proud. You’re doing a great job.

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  5. Kristen
    February 12th, 2007 @ 1:40 am

    I love reading other mom’s brags about thier kids because then I don’t feel bad when I do it about mine! He is so super smart- congrats Owen for being “promoted!!”

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  6. otter
    February 12th, 2007 @ 7:48 am

    So, a new (read: rather clueless) mommy of a 3 month old wants to know…what did you do to make him so smart? I read to my little one every day and play with him with (hopefully) educational toys, but I always wonder if I’m missing something critical.

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  7. supa
    February 12th, 2007 @ 8:09 am

    otter wrote:

    So, a new (read: rather clueless) mommy of a 3 month old wants to know…what did you do to make him so smart? I read to my little one every day and play with him with (hopefully) educational toys, but I always wonder if I’m missing something critical.

    Well! Here’s what we did: Feed him formula, let him watch television, send him to a daycare center and have his mama work outside the home. Pretty much everything that gets a rise out of people in this day and age.

    On the plus side, he’s very intelligent, rarely sick, 100% ear-infection free, slender, loving, and playful.

    (funny how two years down the road I’m still defensive about those choices. When he was born the overwhelming consensus Out There was that breastfeeding, A.P. and SAHM-hood was the only route for moms who *really* loved their kids, and that other, more “evil” choices were going to fuck your kid up but good. Guess what? HOOEY. Eff you Dr Sears.)

    Ah, but bitterness aside, I think it’s just genetics. His dad is freaky smart. And from reading your blog, Otter, I’d say you have nothing to worry about!

    Thanks to everyone for the nice words. I know bragging is rather obnoxious but sometimes I just can’t help myself, the pride takes over.

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