Paul and I had some 1×1 time last night. He’s a talker now. I understand everything perfectly with my mommy-hearing, but for posterity, some translations:
“I did it! Whee! OH NO!”
“My train tracks, back on.”
“NO, GROUND!” Meaning, put it on the ground.
“Help? Me fix? Train tracks. Back on.”
You’ll probably get it from there, but know that hearing a loud engine pass by the house is motivating the second half of our conversation.
“Oh no, ma buhpis!”
This is a few weeks old now. He walks a little better, but he squeaks just the same.
We’ve been a little short on Annie lately, so here she is reading her current favorite book, Dragons Love Tacos. But she’s into dinosaurs right now, so we read “dragons” as “dinosaurs.”
This is the kind of silliness that goes on most mornings. (The head-shaking is not typical; the squealing is.) I’m thrilled to have finally caught an example on camera.
Bryan’s got this parenting thing figured out.