Today is Dad’s 61st birthday. I doff my cap for a moment of silence.
Dylan truly amazes me with his language use. Logan was very precocious as well, and I think Dylan picked most of it up from him, but to be using sentences 4 and 5 words long at 20 months really amazed me. Dr. Moore tested him at his two-year appointment, holding up crayons for him to describe. He picked up a fuchia crayon and asked if Dylan could tell him the color. “PINK!” Dr. Moore was amazed and said that when a 2 year old could even name a color, they usually generalize and say red. Now he’s almost 2 1/2, and he sounds like a preschooler.
However, Logan gets the prize for cutest new words. Last night, I took him to the toy store to pick out a horse toy as a reward for getting through 5 meals without complaining, screaming or crying (you don’t want to know). On the way back, all bubbly and happy about his new ponies, he asked me if I knew what a trophy was. I was pretty impressed and asked him to describe it for me. “It’s when you go up to a girl and say trophy, and then you get married.” I LOVE IT! I asked if he was going to marry someone, and he said he said trophy to Bella, and she said “Yay! I get to marry you!” and then she gave him a big hug, but the teachers say no kissing. I love getting time alone with him so he can tell stories like this.
Dylan has started sending everyone to their rooms when he’s mad. He scrunches up his brows, points his little arm and says, “Not funny! Now GO to your room!” Usually you can make him laugh then, and he says, “Was that funny, Mommy, was that funny, Mommy, was that funny?”