Nate can talk.
I know, I know. I’m always proclaiming this. But every time I do, it’s because it’s like he can actually talk now. Each time he crosses some invisible developmental speech level, it’s just so… apparent.
There are very few times when I can’t tell what he’s saying anymore. Although, just this Saturday morning Nathaniel was pulling his favorite blanket over my lap on the couch and he kept saying “Eagle. Eagle.”
Me: “What? Eagle?”
Nate: “No, Eaaa-gle.”
Jake: “He’s saying ‘Here you go.'”
Me: “He is?”
Jake: “Yeah. I speak Nake.” (Nodding knowingly, hands on his hips.)
Me: “Glad someone around here does.”
Despite this indecipherable example, Natesy is busting out significant vocab, real sentences, and dare I say it? Near paragraphs. Mostly he says things like:
No, I want it. Yight saver. (That’s the uh, light saber. We have four.)
No, I do’ed it. Squeegee.
No, I make it. Agua.
No, I drive it. Car.
No, I need it. Sauce.
Mmmm, I yike it. Yummy.
But then just last weekend he tells me as he’s feeding me a wooden ball in a small play mixing bowl, “Eat it, Mama. Chockit chip cookie. Eat it. No chockit chip i’cream, I said.” Everything is now followed with an emphatic, slightly perturbed, “I said.”
At school, Miss Ixchel told me how surprised she was when he said, “Roll-up my sleeves.” And then, “Other one.” Extending his arms toward her.
I told him he was Jacob’s little brother and he told me, “No beeg. Beeg.”
But, tonight I heard a couple of old standbys that have been out of rotation for awhile. “Mama, UpOrDown.” He likes it when I put him on my lap and then flip him over upside down and backwards… thirty-seven times.
“Mo. Mo! Again.”
“Moe? I thought you were Curly.”
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