“My son knows 150 words,” another mother told me. Her son is 19 months old.
I was a bit flummoxed. “Wow, you’re competitive,” didn’t seem like the best response. “Hmm, that’s sure to get him into Harvard,” wouldn’t quite work, either. I settled for, “Wow, I don’t think I could keep track.”
“Yeah, we kinda lost track after 100, but now it’s 150.”
I realize that comparisons are stupid, but she did get me wondering. How many words does Sophie know? More than 20, probably. Daddy, Momma, kitty-cat, water (wawa), car, truck (duck), choo-choo (train), no, uh-oh, bye-bye, nighty-night, hi, hello, Macy (her best friend), up, ow, nose, eyes, ears, lips, hair, hat, shoes, socks, off, hot, what’s that (pronounced “dat”), park, dog, bird, ball, milk (pronounced mill), wow, hooray, moon, more (sometimes repeated as more-more in a way that sounds like Momma), bubbles, balloon, and baby: those are her regular words, lately, and now that I write them down I see that there really are more than 20 of them. And it’s kind of neat how that list pretty much sums up her world right now, at least the world that she’s interested in. Hat and ball are especially important to her at the moment.
She still overextends words. For her, “eyes” means not only eyes, but usually eye-glasses, especially sunglasses.
She’ll respond appropriately to lots of phrases – “Get the ball, please.” “Where’s the butterfly?” “Let’s go outside” and, especially, “Sophie, can I have a hug?” — but she doesn’t say most of those words, yet.
For some reason, she knows “blue” but not other colors.
And my biggest disappointment is that right now she knows “no” but not “yes.” When she wants to say “yes,” she just giggles.