Monday, July 9, 2012
We haven't talked about this guy in a while. He likes to have a pitcher and glass. Honestly, he is less likely to make a mess with this glass set up than with a larger cup. He knows just when to stop pouring. He should, he has been doing it for a year or more.
His language is now very, very good. There are still some sounds he struggles with. Many words that start with an "s" followed by another consonant sound exactly the same. But other than that, you'd be hard pressed to misunderstand him.
When he gets hurt, even if it is really bad, he will struggle through the tears to tell you that it is going to get better. This is funny, sweet, and heartbreaking all in the same moment.
He takes care of Deedle, is his papa, and tells me, "Deedle is so sweet!" Deedle is his baby, his best friend and the child of many mama's and papa's.
He asks me about mama's and papa's and babies of everything. Where is the bug's mama? Her babies? Where is Desi's babies? Are you Desi's mama? What about that lady? Where is her baby?
He says sweet, funny things like, "It was so great to meet them!" and "I want to stay there all night long!"
He took this picture (don't you love the light?):