So, I wanted to call this entry “Chatterbox” but I have an entry titled that from over a year ago. After a quick search of an online thesaurus, I settled on my favorite synonym. Hence, “Chinwagger.”
Oliver has been going through a bit of an explosion when it comes to his verbal development. He regularly speaks in full sentences (many of which we can actually understand!) and does a play by play of everything that anyone is doing (Brian calls him Marv Albert, although I prefer Al Michaels). The gist of it is that whereas at one point we were concerned that he would never talk, we now regularly wonder whether he will ever shut up! I thought it would be nice to jot down some of the funnier/cuter things he’s said in the last couple of months.
Grandma came to stay with us for Oliver’s birthday. She took a shower one day (well, many days but one day in particular) and came out of the room with her hair wet and spiked all over the place. Oliver looked at her and said: “Grandma. Dry your hair.” She toweled it off and left it spiky and Oliver said: “Comb?” and handed her a comb. She combed through her hair but left it looking a little crazy and Oliver looked at her, thought for a moment and then said: “Hat?”
Brian turned on Simon and Garfunkel a few weeks ago while Oliver was eating cereal standing at his train table. The music started and Oliver started dancing all over the place while he was trying to eat. He looked up at Brian and cried: “Daddy! This music (pronounced “mizkit”) makes my feet move!”
Oliver grabbed a bag the other day and came up to us and said: “Bye, Mommy and Daddy! I be right back! I have to go get a tiger.” We asked him where he was going to get a tiger, and he replied: “Target.”
Brian took Oliver to the splash pad. Oliver took a kid by the hand, dragged him over to Brian and said: “This is Brian.” So much for “Daddy.”
Today, driving home from work, I started coughing. Oliver says: “Mommy sneezed!” I said: “No. Mommy coughed.” Oliver says: “Nooooooooooo! Mommy SNEEZED.” Okay, kid, I sneezed. Sheesh.
But my absolute favorite thing about this latest verbal spurt is that he now regularly, without prompting will come up to me, wrap his arms around me and say: “I love you a green bus, Mommy.” It’s the best thing in the entire world.
