One night, we went to sleep and all Little Man could do was babble.
The next morning, when we woke up, he had founds his words.
Every time Little Man gains a milestone skill-sitting up, crawling, walking-I think it's my favorite leap. But being able to have a conversation with my kid tops them all.
"Hey, Dada!" He'll say, wandering into the bedroom in the morning. It always makes Husband smile.
"Hi Mom-Mom," he says when he finds me in the kitchen doing chores. "Sit down! Build big choo choo and biiiiig towa!"
He gets especially chatty in the bathtub at night. He tells us about how he pours the water. He tells us stories about Pooh Bear, which might be my favorite stories of all time: "Pooh Ba go up, down, up, down. Pooh Ba fall down! Bump head and nose. Pooh Ba yellow! Ee-oo no tail! Uh oh, where tail? Up there? Noooo. Over there? Noooo." He gesticulates wildly with his hands.
He can count up to ten, although he's a little shaky with four and seven. And his favorite number is 5. He knows nearly all his letters and he flies through his colors: "bluuue! Rey-ed! Yellow! Bla! Pu-puh!" When we go through a dark tunnel on the interstate he declares "uh oh! Nigh-nigh!" He looks for the moon and "'tars".
He is starting to parrot Husband and I, which is both exciting and a little scary. There is nothing quite as humbling as hearing yourself come out of your child's mouth.
But what I love most is getting to hear his thoughts. I don't have to guess any more--he can tell me what he's thinking. And his thoughts always make me smile.
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