So blah blah blah insert apology about how I’m a very important person with very important life and that is why I did not update my internet site on the internet. (Truthfully though, lots has happened. Mostly good, and the bad is only little bad, so yay? I don’t know where to begin. We’ll get caught up on all that another day)
Derek is a talking person who says many words. He’s been adding words slowly but surely to his vocabulary for a few months, but this past few weeks has been an EXPLOSION of language, and he’s even building a few 2-3 word sentences. We can have conversations now. Like the ones below
Me: No, that’s mommy’s phone
Derek: Deddit phone!
I wish that worked in real life. Can you imagine? I’d be all at the apple store, admiring a new iPhone and just pick it up and start walking out. The staff would be all killjoy, like “You have to pay for that!” and I’d be all “LISA PHONE!” Case closed, folks.
Me: What does a dog say?
Derek: Woof! Woof!
Me: What does a duck say?
Me: What does a cow say?
Old MacDonald’s farm is haunted, yo. There be ghost cows straight up haunting the joint.
Derek, pretending to talk on the phone: Hi!
Me, pretending to talk on the phone: Hi!
Me: Oh, you had toast for dinner? (I, of course, am graciously not bringing up about how we made him a lovely beef and vegetable skewer and he refused to even try it, so ended up having toast and fruit for supper. Again.)
Derek: *hangs up pretend phone*
I’d LOVE to just call random people and yell words, make them extrapolate my meaning, then hang up without confirming. It would be so maliciously confusing. Especially if you called companies. You could call the bank and just yell “TRANSFER” and they’d have to guess which accounts and what amount. Delightful.
This is probably my favorite stage so far of parenting. He’s just so endlessly funny.
Here’s the part where I make a promise to blog more often, but promptly break it because of important things like Teen Mom 2 and work and No Pants School and scouring craigslist for a new van.