Max's terrible twos and counting.

You asked so I'll tell. Well, YOU didn't ask (since I'm not really sure anyone even reads this blog anymore!), but some people around me have been asking so I'll tell...

Max is 2 years and 3 months old and he's a firecracker, to say it nicely. Or as I often say to him, "it's lucky you're so damn cute." My son is a boy. Hard core boy. He throws, he hits, he tantrums (is that a verb) and boy does he eat! I don't think there is anything the child won't eat. Max is also a chatterbox.

This morning, one of my coworkers asked me if Max spoke English. Yes indeed I said proudly. Max's English level is actually better than his French because his English is more mature and doesn't include baby language.

When Max first began speaking, I remembering commenting on how precise he was.  Unlike his sister who would try to talk even if it wasn't perfect, Max won't say anything unless it is precise. when he speaks, in both French and English, you can tell he has taken time to formulate and think about what will come out of his mouth. And then, you can actually hear it in his breathing as he pushes the words out of his mouth (when he's not yelling at his sister that is).

So Max, at almost 2 and a half years old is not far behind his sister in verbal communication in both French and English. I have my mother's visit last summer to thank for the English push.

There are a couple points in Max's speech that I should comment on like his use of "mine" all the time. He confuses "mine" for the possessive adjective "my". He also has very gutteral speech and a way of rolling his "r" which makes him sound slightly German when he says things like "no Suzanne! Mine water"! He also has a slight lisp that I hope will go away with time. But so far it hasn't impeded him from making himself understood.

I love my kids dearly and am so proud of them. But, sometimes I wish they'd shut up.