1-800-MiracleEar

As my mom put it after the Easter weekend extravaganza, Jake seems to have all the words he needs to communicate.  I have to agree, there doesn’t seem to be any point he can’t get across…

And you’ll know if he doesn’t understand you.  He’ll either repeat back exactly what you said to him, potentially several times, or you’ll get some variation of “Eh?  Uh?  Huh?  Hmmm?”  It’s like talking to a little granny that is hard of hearing.  My mom used to hate it when we’d say, “1-800-MiracleEar!”

Sometimes after you’ve had to repeat yourself several times he’ll say “Oooooh” like “Yes, now I see” or “Aaah, your meaning is crystal clear.”  I’m not so sure.

Earlier this week I was putting him to bed which, truthfully, is almost always Jake at his sweetest.  I cannot complain when it comes to putting him in his crib where he basically gives you hugs and kisses, rolls over, and is out like a light.

He was on the changing table and I was zipping him into his “special blankie” which is essentially a sleep sack that keeps him warm… with the side benefit of hobbling him like a horse so he can’t climb out of his crib.  Look, you do what you gotta do.

He wanted to shut off the light switch before I got him zipped in and I said, “First we put you in your special blankie and then we turn off the light switch.  You know the drill.”  And he says, “Huh?  Mama, what’s that talking?”  And I say, “What talking?  You mean what did I just say?”  And he nods, “Yes.  What’s that talking?”  I repeat, “You know the drill?”  He nods again.  “Oh, that means that you know what we do.  First the blankie and then the light switch.”  “Oooooh.”

The little granny seems to be listening to more than one might think.