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People keep asking me what Theo is a saying now. "How many words does he have?," they ask. I end up scrunching my face up a little and saying, "ugh, he really doesn't say too much." He doesn't. Don't get me wrong, he talks all of the time. He yammers on his play phone. He debates with the cats. He gives speeches to the mirror. I just have no idea what he's saying most of the time.

Sure there are the amusing animal sounds ("meow" and "cock-a-doodle-do" are current faves). There's the crystal clear "hi" and "bye." There's "yeah" and "no" and "dada" and even the occasional "mama." He tells the kitties "down" when they are in the sink. There's, of course, "yum."

The doc isn't worries. She smiles at him as he babbles. I guess the fact that he know what I'm saying is good, right? The little bugger says "no" when I say it's time to clean up. He drags his highchair to the table when I say that it's lunch time. He fetches a book, shoes, guitar, or duckie when I ask him to.

So why won't he talk to me? The stubborn little shit.
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