Mike and Bryce met me for lunch today (Subway) and while we were eating, Mike and I came to the same realization: Bryce is really trying to talk this week. He has understood pretty much everything we say for quite a while now and could say some key words like "Dada", "Mama" (although not as frequent as "Dada"...whatever Mike), "cracker", and a few other words I can't think of (like I said before, your memory is replaced with drool and poopie diapers.)
Well, now our little man is trying to repeat everything we say (gotta make sure the sailor in me keeps quiet.) Last night when he was eating dinner, actually, when he was begging for a piece of my frozen pizza after he had already eaten his corn dog and spinach...okay, the spinach was in his hair and on his forehead, details details, I told him to say (sign) "more" and added a "please" in there for kicks...he tried to say "please!" The boy has manners and here we (Mike) thought that he was a spoiled, wild man. Nope, he is (in your best, British accent) a refined, young gentleman. Now it doesn't exactly sound like the English version of "please" (or Spanish or French, etc.) but it is Bryce's "please" for now, and it will do.
He then WOW'ed us even more by putting two words together and saying a phrase: "More please." The kid is a genius. He not only signed the word "more, " but he said "more" and "please" together. We have a real Henry Higgins on our hands!
This is such a fun stage. You can just see the little wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure things out. He watches how my mouth moves to form the sounds that become words. Everything is so exciting to him: those big balloons at the car dealership, the train that runs by the house every 20 minutes (ugh), the tree frog that lives on our porch, and he might be the only person that enjoys love bug season. :)
He can point to most of his body parts (of course not in front of an audience which then makes Mama look like a complete liar) including his arm pit, cheek, knee, and forehead. At night, I lay down with him and read a book while he drinks his "night-night" bottle. He'll listen to the story and then point to the pictures wanting me to name each thing he is pointing to. Then the bedtime ritual continues after the story with him pointing (cramming his little finger) to each of my eyes, my nose, forehead, chin, cheek, mouth and teeth. I think he might be stalling a little bit but eventually his tired little body gives in and he falls asleep. This is my favorite time of the day because he is so sweet and loving and it is our time together.
So, the boy genius is developing/growing/absorbing/learning just like he should be. Now if he can only learn how to do laundry.....
Smart lad. Takes after his Grandpa. :-)
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