Because, you know, that's what we do in this part of the world. Go to the park. Ok, I go grocery shopping every week, too, but photos of that would be even LESS exciting.
Boy Friday says "pick up" now - which is so funny, really. He knows it means a type of truck, too. He's recognized real choo-choos - not just his toys or photos, and he's started saying "bus" (kinda like "bussh"). Trucks seem to all be buses. He seems to have a word for Elmo, and he definitely has one for Dora/Diego (he can't seem to discern the two - they are both "dodo" unless you tell him it's Diego then he says something more like "deego"). And he says monkey (moky). He's stopped saying "me" for kitties so much as "meeeeooow" - which he will say when he hears one of our cats meowing. Friday really does love the cats, too - he likes to gently put the side of his head on their heads to "cuddle" with them. Sometimes he'll sit on them, too, though, and he got VERY upset when Chester started eating his pretzels the other day. Hey, they were in a bowl on the floor - the cats think anything in a bowl is fair game. So now, if Friday has food in a bowl, he will defend it (read, push Chester off the couch).
I'm not sure I've mentioned it before, but Boy Friday's thing is to say "yeah" to everything. He says "yeah" a lot. He might start saying "yeah, yeah, yeah" while sitting in his carseat, if you ask him a question (whether the answer is yes or not), or just while walking around the house.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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