|Watching She-Ra via Netflix.|
For now we call him/her Johnifer.
The General is 21 months now, which seems to be the landmark month when my kids' vocabularies really take off. He's still sticking to one word exclamations, but he's picking up almost a word a day.
My favorite repeat conversation usually occurs after he has just put a jacket on:
"Mom. Mom. Mom! MOM!"
Tugging at my hand, he sweetly responds, "Go."
"Go" is his favorite word, particularly when his sisters try to drag him around.
|Ever laughing, he thought it was funny to wear a bow. No, his hair's not really this red.|
He can bark and neigh (nay? like a horse) and *pop pop pop* like a fish. He says cheese, milk (pronounced "owk"), home, egg ("et"), cake, cute ("toot"), up, and help. I'm sure there are more. It's just fun hearing what he says. He always talks like he knows what he's saying, and with such confidence. All I have to do is acknowledge what he said and he's happy.
He loves to have a lullaby before bedtime, usually Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star; All the Pretty Little Horses; or Rock-a-by Baby. He always tells me what to sing as I cradle him, and to be honsest, I never understand him. I'll ask which one he wants until he says, "uh-uh", which means "uh-huh"/"yes". If I've interpreted correctly, he'll smile contentedly as I sing; if I haven't, he tries to correct me, until I either figure out which song he wants or just give up, laughing. I love this time with him. He's a snuggly, soft, kissable, little guy, and he loves to give me, and his Daddy, and his sisters kisses (especially when they're crying-- cute?!).
In other news, Briar Rose is finally deciding she can read! She's now sounding out words and sentences all the time. Hooray for that! Boy, it's been a bit of a battle.
|Eating raw Brussels Sprouts while playing "Sample Table."|