Luka is kind of the silent type.
I know he will speak more someday, but for now he chooses to be a man of few words. He just turned two, and has spoken maybe 20 words in his life, but only keeps about 7 or 8 in repertory at any one time.
It’s kind of a big thing for me, but he only just started calling me “Mama” and “Mommy” last week! Until then, I was “daddy”. In fact, Daddy was “daddy”, Ethan and Noah were “daddy” and if you came over to visit, you were “daddy” too. It was kind of his “HEY YOU!”.
He has learned a good deal of sign language, but rarely uses it other than to identify things like windows, chairs, and clocks. He does tell us he wants more and is all done with sign.
But one non-verbal bit of communication that he has stuck with and uses a LOT is his ubiquitous shrug.
He shrugs when he can’t find something.
He shrugs when he doesn’t understand.
He shrugs when he hides something under a blanket and plans to pop it out in a game of peekaboo, asking you silently, “Where did it go??”
I was going through some of the twins’ birth pictures about the time they turned two, and found a shot I took of Luka when he was five days old, still spending his days and nights in the isolette.
It literally had me cracking up, now that I know and love two-year-old Luka!
Does this look at all familiar?