Words, words, words! (And more words.)

I've been wanting to keep track of this amazing thing called "the language explosion," so I've been trying to log cute, funny, or surprising things Dylan says. And he has been surprising us daily!

The other day we were driving home from the zoo and all of a sudden he says "traffic!" That was in between the constant "green means go" and "red means stop."

Here are some others:

(Dylan burps) Say excuse me!

(Holding two balls and a golf club) Dylan gotted the balls! 

Watch bideos Mommy's phone over there!

It's windy outside! Front door, back door, so many doors!

(While in the bath) Put the water in. Pour. Dylan try it. Mommy try it. More, more water.

D: Look a telescope!

M: What can you see if you look in a telescope?

D: The moon and the stars!

D: Oh no! Um um um um Mommy get the scrubbers down!

M: The scrubbers down? Where are the scrubbers?

D: The car wash!

The car wash is his favorite thing in the world right now. As soon as we turn lights off at night, it's "tell daddy's car car wash." We go through each step...

As the teapot started whistling...

The tea's almost ready!

Boiling!

(Wow)

Oh steam coming out.

Boiling.

Dylan's cup hot, Mommy's cup hot too!

I've only made tea in front of him like twice ever!

Apples. Yum! Yummy!

M: Want mommy to spell a word?

D: Door!

M: D O O R, door

D: Stairs!

M: S T A I R S, stairs

D: Handle!

M: (What?!)

This was pretending a wine cork was a telephone. ELLO!

To say I am loving this stage (and this amazing little boy) would be a vast understatement. 😍

Quiet! #MicroblogMondays

It has been so so long since I've posted and it almost physically hurts to want to blog, but not to. Unfortunately, my lack of blogging is in direct correlation with the amount of stress I'm under at work.

But here's a quickie.

There are lots of things that Dylan does that make him "my child."

He sleeps a lot and well...

He prefers his foods separately...

And he likes quiet.

That's the big one. Last night I actually made dinner. DH was a little tipsy after having man time for most of the day. So he put on music in the kitchen, then the fan on the oven, and the tv in the other room. I could not handle it. I like quiet. If I'm home alone (which is heavenly, but rare), I often work in silence.

And Dylan is much the same. When the tv was on a little loudly, he said "quiet." We stopped using his sound machine after he kept asking for that "quiet." And the blowdryer makes him cry real tears. And I don't think it's a serious sensory issue or anything since some loud noises are ok and he's getting more comfortable with others, but he prefers quiet...like his mama.

What are some quirky ways you know your kids are "yours?" (I'm sure this works equally well for non-biological kids...half of it has to be nurture!)

We spoiled Dylan with his first Build a Bear yesterday. I'm pretty sure he couldn't care less, but we had fun.