My mother told me that I had started walking and talking at an early age, might have been by the time I was nine or ten months old. I don’t know how far that is true; my mother might have been feeling some sort of pride for me (or for herself for making such an awesome kid) at the moment that she told me that story.
Experience tells me that it might be the latter!
On the other hand, The Husband might have started walking at a regular age (which is apparently after the age of one), but my mom-in-law tells me that he hardly spoke a word till he was two and a half years old. That’s pretty late according to baby standards, and for a long time my in-laws’ friends and family thought The Husband was mute. However, when he did start talking, it was in complete sentences and it was probably something similar to that movie, Baby Geniuses, where the kids are silent but secretly super-smart and observant. I can totally imagine the little version of The Husband, silently pouting and scowling at people and wondering how unworthy they are to be around him.
I say that The Husband started talking at two and a half, and didn’t stop since. I mean seriously, the man can talk so much, he’d put any chatty housewife to shame. You know those people who can just start talking to anyone, anywhere, randomly? Yep, that’s him.
As for inheriting her father’s talkative genes, Jellybean was still a bit far off. She still babbled in her own language, but she understood simple instructions like, “No!”, “Don’t do that!”, “Come here”, etc. Whether she chose to listen to any of those instructions was entirely up to her.
(She still doesn’t listen, the fussy troublemaker that she is!)
However, Jellybean did start walking early, at eleven months old. We’ve all seen it in TV and in movies, and probably other people’s kids, but it’s really remarkable to see your own flesh and blood achieving this task. As grown-ups we don’t really realise it, but it must be pretty hard for kids. Even though everything happens automatically and the body is designed to eventually learn to walk, but it’s still amazing.
Imagine this in slow motion: The kid raises her little body from sitting position on to her wobbly legs, which are still learning to hold up her little body. Then she holds onto a cupboard to stabilise herself while teetering back and forth. Then what seems like a very small step for mankind – is the first and biggest step she will take forward in her life. She isn’t able to raise a foot and put it in front of her, but lift it slightly before quickly thumping it back on the ground. She tries it with the other foot and then again the other foot, until she is able to move forward. She holds onto the door for support now, and when the door ends, she lets go and for those five seconds she is standing on her own, she owns the world. Then she propels herself forward and like a duckling, waddles about a step at a time. She can walk for about ten seconds before her legs tire out and she goes off balance, to fall forward onto her arms. Proud beyond words, I scoop her up into my lap and shower her with kisses. Tomorrow is another day, my darling!
I figured out later that kids look like baby ducks when they walk because of the diaper they are wearing. The diapers create a barrier between the natural spaces between their legs to obstruct a natural walking style. Diaper-less, I’m sure any kid would be strutting like the late MJ, any day!
Speaking of walking style, I’ve been told that I walk like a man. I don’t know exactly how that is possible, as I never really saw myself walking (or taped myself walking just to check). Apparently I have a confident walk, and since my default face is “angry”, and with my recent weight gain, I may resemble the very buff Salman Khan when I walk. Elementary, my dear readers!
As for The Husband, I sometimes call him “twinkletoes”, not because he can frolic like a fairy (now that I would pay to see!); but because he has this inane habit of stressing more on the front of his feet while walking. He says that he picked up that habit when he started playing football, in order to be “light on his feet” and then he couldn’t change it back. I think that’s just a big bag of baloney and he just wanted to walk like a T-Rex and now was too ashamed and grown-up to admit it. Hah!
What I personally love is Jellybean’s running style now. It’s very similar to Phoebe’s running style in one of the ‘Friends’ episodes. Carefree, unique and absolutely unbound, like my Jellybean!