The toddler diaries
by Jennifer Cohron
Mar 03, 2013 | 1221 views | 0 0 comments | 22 22 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Jennifer Cohron
Jennifer Cohron
It was just a year ago that I was obsessing about Wyatt’s limited vocabulary.

Several people told me, “Stop worrying. Once he starts talking, you’re going to wish you could make him stop.”

Fast forward to last weekend. Wyatt and I were at our local Dollar General in search of chocolate and sauerkraut (not for the same dish, of course).

While he was checking out the shelves of Easter candy, I walked a little farther down the aisle to look at decorations and figure out where we were in relation to the canned goods.

Then an unmistakable voice rang out all across the store.

“Mommy, come here!!!” “Mommy, look at dis!!!”

I could feel several employees smiling in our direction as I returned to my loud little redhead.

Several months ago, Wyatt was standing next to me when I thought of something I needed to tell Zac, who was at the other end of the house. I relayed the message to Wyatt and nearly jumped out of my skin when seconds later he ran off yelling, “Daddy!!!”

We’re still trying to grasp the concept of inside voices, but we’ve mastered most of the other manners.

When Wyatt wants something, even if it’s something he technically shouldn’t have, he knows that tacking a “puh-weeze” onto the end of the request certainly doesn’t hurt his chances of getting it.

Although he’s pretty good about saying “thank you” at all the appropriate times, it took him a little longer to learn that “you’re welcome” is the appropriate response when someone says the same to him.

Once he understood the rule, he strictly enforced it.

He was distracted by the TV one day when I handed him a drink he had requested. “Thank you,” he said over his shoulder. Several seconds later, he snapped his head around, locked eyes with me and instructed, “Say ‘you’re welcome.’”

We’re constantly amazed at how much he learns without us even teaching him.

Zac and I almost fell in the floor the first time he called himself, “Noah Wyatt Cohron.”

This child is going to be called “Cochran” by everyone he encounters for the rest of his life, but he has already mastered the pronunciation of his last name at the age of 2.

However, he is of the opinion that only he is special enough to possess a full name. When Zac tried to explain that his parents are Zac and Jennifer Cohron, Wyatt just giggled.

He prefers to think of us as “Mommy Cohron” and “Daddy Cohron.”

Now that Wyatt is soaking up language, Zac has started brainwashing him regarding sports teams.

I came home from work one night last week to find that Zac had spent half the day programming “Go Cubs!” and “Yankees stink!” into our child.

I love that Wyatt can talk not only because some of the things he says are hilarious but also because we are getting our first glimpses into how his mind works.

Wyatt has shown signs of being a sensitive child since he was a baby. His words confirm that.

Any time I give him a stern lecture, his first response is “Mommy, are you happy?” He interprets any displeasure with his behavior as displeasure with him.

Sometimes it’s hard to get a lesson across to him because all he wants to know is “Mommy, are you happy?”

While watching the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” movie recently, he turned to me with a slight frown on his face and said, “Mikey crying.”

“Yes, he is,” I replied. “He’s sad cuz sensei go away,” Wyatt continued, which was absolutely right.

I couldn’t believe that he was showing both an awareness of and sympathy for another’s feelings at such a young age.

We know several people with babies. Sometimes I yearn for the days when Wyatt was that young.

Then I realize how much I would miss if we went backwards.

The morning that I finished this column, Wyatt noticed that my feet were bare and asked if I wanted him to go find some socks.

“Why, yes, baby. Thank you,” I said.

He took off running, stopped abruptly and stuck his head back in the doorway.

“Two?” he asked.