Look Who's Talking Now

About three months I wrote about my concerns regarding Benjamin's lack of vocabulary. (Click here to read that post.) At that time he was only saying four words. Well, I am proud to say that he is now up to at least 20 words, all of which he can say without being prompted first. Here are some things that he says now:

He calls Nathan and I "Mama" and "Daddy."
He points at everything and asks in the cutest voice, "What's this?"
He is fascinated by the "moon" and points it out to us in the sky, in books, or anything that is circular.
He loves trains and if he sees or hears one he calls out "Choo-choo!"
He tells anything, inanimate or not, "Bye-bye," while demonstrating his parade wave.
If he hears a siren, he says "Whoo, whoo!" Then he looks around and says, "Daddy?"
He loves his "Papa", aka Grandpa, as well as his "Nana."
"Cee-Cee," his "da" is truly man's best friend. (aka Sadie the dog)
His favorite foods are still "pizza" and "crackers."
His first favorite character is "Mo-mo" (Elmo to the rest of us).
Everytime the phone rings he holds his hand to his ear and says, "Hewwo?"
He is learning how to go "poo-poo" and "pee-pee" on the toilet.
And of course he still loves to be "up" in our arms for cuddling.

I am so proud of our little boy and I look forward to hearing more of what he has to say in the future!

Comments

It Wasn't Supposed to be Like This

Has it really been almost a year since I've wrote on this blog? I know that I posted my farewell to the Atascadero Fire Department back in March, but the last post before that occurred all the way back to last summer...yikes! So this is how blogs just fade away... Life is busy. Between all the duties that come along with being a wife and a mom, as well as my responsibilities outside of the home, I'm just exhausted at the end of the day. And truth be told, being a mother these days has not been fun, so I really haven't wanted to write about it. Benjamin is hard. Really hard. As in, I usually cry at least a few times a week, if not daily, from sheer frustration with him. You've heard of the term "strong willed child?" Ben could be the poster child for that book. The two of us are so much alike. We both fight for control and power and we do it poorly, in the form of threats, screams, and hands thrown up in exasperation. On one particular night, the defian...

Benjamin's Second Christmas

Christmas was a little different this year from last. Last year was exciting because it was Benjamin's first Christmas . Even though he was only four months old and had no idea what was going on, it was a big deal to us (okay, to me). I made Nathan take a picture of Benjamin and I standing next to his first Christmas tree, we (I) picked out special Christmas pajamas for him, we each bought him special gifts and even wrapped them, knowing full well we would also be the ones un wrapping them. We stuffed his stocking full, sat him on Santa's lap, took him to Winter Wonderland, and sang him Christmas carols (okay, I sang them). It was a magical holiday. This year was still exciting I guess, but in a different way.. Though he still doesn't get what is happening, he does understand the word toy . And I think after yesterday, he understands present as well! He helped unwrap most of his gifts and it was fun seeing his face light up at a gift he particularly enjoyed (such as the ...

Bad Dreams and Dog Poop

Yes, you read correctly... dog poop. I've been waiting for it to happen, and today it finally did. Benjamin and I were exploring outside this morning (it finally stopped raining so we could do that again!) and I turned my back for a minute to throw a stick for Sadie. When I turned back around, I noticed that Benjamin was intently inspecting something on the ground. Not just inspecting, but probing. WITH HIS HANDS. I bent down to take a closer look and realized that my son was playing with dog poop. Dog poop . Disgusting. I whisked him up and into the house, zombie style (arms straight out in front of him) and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with my favorite "Kitchen Lemon" anti-bacterial, hopefully anti-dog poop, until his hands (and arms) smelled like a citrus grove. As he sits next to me while I write this, eating a granoloa bar, I have to reassure myself that the anti-bacterial soap did it's job (as did the hot water and vigorous scrubbing for a full sixty seconds...

A Journey to Love

Search This Blog