Every day mommy tries to teach me new things. Most of the time my lessons consist of learning what different things are called. Mommy teaches me about my body parts, what to call the members of my family, words for the things on my plate, what my toys are called, and all sorts of words for various things around our home and neighbourhood. There are a lot of words to learn!<\/p>\n

I’m understanding more each day but it’s hard and tedious work. There is a lot of repetition involved and there are many words that sound similar. It’s hard to remember what each of the words mean and it’s very easy to get confused. I hate feeling confused. It makes me want to give up on learning.<\/p>\n

Some days I wish we could just skip our lessons. I don’t have much interest in talking and although it’s nice to know what others are saying, I’m just not sure it’s worth the trouble. I was perfectly happy before I realized all these sounds had any meaning to them. I miss those simpler times.<\/p>\n

Now that mommy knows I’m big enough to comprehend the concept of words, she keeps pushing the learning. Sometimes she will push too hard and then I don’t want to learn anything and I pretending that I can’t hear mommy at all. That’s when I refuse to answer mommy’s questions, pay attention to what mommy is doing, or even look at mommy. When I’ve had enough the lesson is over.<\/p>\n