I'm On a Mexican Radioooo
Fa the boulder!
-- Erik's version of "Bob the Builder"
The last week has been wonderful, albeit extremely intense. I have spent a great deal of time with Erik with my work being slow and Brian being away working on a project nearly every day.
I asked Brian last night if he has noticed that Erik's budding language skills seem very different from other children. To my surprise, he admitted he has. Now that Erik has a lot to say and is discovering the language to express himself, I find myself fascinated by what occurs. I am unable to adequately explain this, but when Erik speaks, people sometimes freeze in their tracks.
The other day I decided I had cabin fever and that we needed to get out of the house. I loaded Erik in the Jeep and headed for the shopping center. When we arrived, I placed him in the cart and pushed him past the customer service counter. Erik turned his head, spotted a rather attractive woman working there, and loudly blurted, "Hi, sweetheart!" Being used to this now, I smiled and kept going. As we made our way across the store to enjoy the luxury of wandering the aisles with no time constraints, two teenage girls approached us from the opposite direction, deep in conversation. Erik straightened up in his seat and smiled his best smile. Just as they passed, he said, "Hi, girls!" They came to a sudden stop, seeming to be unsure at first where this booming voice came from. Giant smiles stretched across their fresh faces, and as my cart rounded the corner I heard one of them said, "Oh my gosh. How cute!" He went on to greet another man, and when this gentleman smiled and asked Erik how he was, Erik replied, "Good! Hallelujah!"
It's simply strange. One moment he protests and says a perfectly age-appropriate "No want it," or completely mangles the lyrics to a children's song, and the next he is spouting out phrases he has learned to use with perfect diction and inflection, following this up by suddenly belting out a perfect verse of "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow" without any warning whatsoever. He uses words and phrases I have never heard him use before. Yesterday a friend of mine carrying Erik around stopped in his tracks and asked if Erik could have possibly uttered a simple phrase in French. I laughed, unable to deny that he had. Sometimes it seems as if he is picking up some sort of radio station from airwaves far above us, as he can suddenly sound like a sports announcer, a surgeon, a professor, a television evangelist, a or a stand-up comedian. It's halfway spooky. There are even times I suspect he is channeling the spirits of some very interesting old characters.
The other day I took Erik outside to enjoy a very sunny afternoon. He has two tricycles, both of which he has refused to sit on and has screamed when we have tried to place him on them at all. He does enjoy pushing them around and watching the wheels turn. On this particular afternoon, I glanced up from the chair I was sitting in enjoying the warm sun just in time to witness him swing one leg over the thing and slide down into the seat for the very first time. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from releasing the two thousand decibel hooray I felt bubbling up from deep inside of me and scaring him half to death. As he began to propel himself forward with his little sneakers against the walkway, he mumbled to himself, and I was able to catch a few words.
As he pushed himself away, he said, "Here comes blue sky!"