So many words
Andrew has, in addition to the bodyparts I mentioned in an earlier post, come up with so many amazing words recently. He's still learning how and when to use them but they are there.
He'll say "bye" to just about anyone who says it to him (though he does get frustrated that everyone wants their own bye, he thinks one per room should be enough), he'll say "hi", he's got "more", "bowl" (which we make him go after when he wants a snack), "go", "night", "no" (of course), "juice" (though sporatically), and I'm sure some I am forgetting.
Like I said, he's still learning how words work. Just yesterday, he handed me the flashlight he likes to play with (a little black one, with a push on/off button at the base of it) because he couldn't get it on. Come to find out, the batteries were dead, he'd left it on the last time he was playing with it. I tried to explain to him that it was broken, that mommy didn't think she could fix it right now (mental note, keep more batteries in the house), anything I could think of. Finally he looked at me and very clearly, very definitely told me "more". Now more is the word he always uses when he wants more snack, more juice, more of something. He's never used it in another context before. I was so pleased, I managed to come up with two batteries to get his flashlight working again. :) (yeah, I know, I'm a pushover)
So we're moving slowly, but we're moving! And let me tell you, progress is such a blessing in our lives.
He'll say "bye" to just about anyone who says it to him (though he does get frustrated that everyone wants their own bye, he thinks one per room should be enough), he'll say "hi", he's got "more", "bowl" (which we make him go after when he wants a snack), "go", "night", "no" (of course), "juice" (though sporatically), and I'm sure some I am forgetting.
Like I said, he's still learning how words work. Just yesterday, he handed me the flashlight he likes to play with (a little black one, with a push on/off button at the base of it) because he couldn't get it on. Come to find out, the batteries were dead, he'd left it on the last time he was playing with it. I tried to explain to him that it was broken, that mommy didn't think she could fix it right now (mental note, keep more batteries in the house), anything I could think of. Finally he looked at me and very clearly, very definitely told me "more". Now more is the word he always uses when he wants more snack, more juice, more of something. He's never used it in another context before. I was so pleased, I managed to come up with two batteries to get his flashlight working again. :) (yeah, I know, I'm a pushover)
So we're moving slowly, but we're moving! And let me tell you, progress is such a blessing in our lives.