Ma knows Mo

First it was Dada, then Mama, then nigh-nigh.  Then a bit of a dry spell.

Then came the first Jake invented word: na.  Or more accurately, NA!  This seemed to mean “more” or “food,” so I started substituting “more”?  Now every meal is punctuated by MO(RE) between bites.  Soft R.  This weekend it was paella MO paella.  Halibut MO halibut.  Kiwi MO scone MO banana MO chicken MO asparagus MO wild rice salad.  Ma knows MO.

Now it’s ball.  BALL. BaaaaaLL.  Again, a soft L.  Baaaaaaaaaaaaall!  We keep a ball in the car to ease the baby torture that is his ridiculously expensive car seat.  Any time we approach the car…. BAll!  We’ve created a monster.  I learned an important Mommy lesson when I let him touch a ball in a toy store and then decided he didn’t need another $7 ball.

The other night Jakey was taking a bath and I was saying something, “Blah blah blah head blah blah.”  Jake quick smacks his forehead.  I pause.  Head?  Two hands up, little pointer fingers out, right at his head.  Teacher Linda C. confirmed that she taught him head the day before.

Now he’s quite the little mimic.  Saying lots of things that sound just like the word in intonation, but not always the same letters.  Purple and yellow are two of my favorites (bu-bl, yeh-oh).  Shoe is almost recognizable.  Tonight it was “bath time.”

All on his own he has come up with Duuuumb…  Duuuuumb Puta.  Yes, Dumb Puta.  We’ve had a talk about respecting women, but he insists on repeating this phrase.