Yesterday morning, I ran to take care of some...err...business after I had given the kids their breakfast. I could hear B screaming for me, which made me feel a little guilty, but...well, duty calls. I came back into the kitchen in time to hear B say, "mooor. mama, moor." My little baby wanted more food. This was so shocking for me because, not to compare, but M never really caught the concept of language until pretty darn close to 18 months. B is just such a surprise to me.
Along these same lines...
About a week ago, I showed B the sign for milk. I sort of forgot about it because he's pretty good at getting across what he wants/needs without using the signs. At lunch yesterday, I gave M a cup of milk and then went to sit down. B started chattering furiously and seemed to get more and more frustrated. Suddenly he put down his fistful of tangerine and started showing me the sign for milk. It took me a minute to figure out what he was doing...I thought he was waving bye to me because that's how he waves. However, I figured it out and quickly accommodated him while singing his praises.
I hope that in years to come, while reading these entries, that the boys are just as amazed with themselves as I am, currently, with them.
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