|The view from above when I rock the double Ergo. I admit, it makes me feel like a warrior mama!|
Spork is in the phase where he speaks and enunciates confidently....just not exactly in English. The Nugget calls it speaking Sporkish or Sporkese. We are very slow studies in Sporkish, but here's what we've gleaned so far.
Sporkish to English
Ort!....Look at this!
Baba....Dog (interestingly he used to say doggie, I think he is trying to pronounce her name now)
Spork is a quick study, he wants to be able to imitate us exactly. He seriously presses buttons on the toy microwave, babbles out loud when he flips through a book on his own, flings the Nugget's swim bag over his shoulder.
I've just come to terms with Tater being able to crawl, and now she's pulling up to stand. Today she let go my arm for a millisecond before she toppled.
To quote Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." I guess that's why I'm letting the dishes fester in the sink to type this; it's my way of slowing down, pausing and rewinding the little moments so I can savor them again, because I may have had to gulp them down in real time so I could save a baby's fingers from the sit-n-spin.
And this one....his smile, his door-holding skills, his ability to comfort a crying sibling and wrap his long skinny arms tight around me for a hug....he is a laugh come to life (except in the early mornings before school, when he's more like a grizzly awakened from hibernation). Some gems from the Nugget this week.
(Opening and closing his sandwich bun)
"Look, I am some talking bread. Hello."
(I may be at fault for this, but I am happy to take the credit for this sort of weirdness.)
"When Ms. K told a joke, all the friends started chuckling, then giggling, then we were laughing out loud!"
(Daddy stood behind the Nugget and applied sunscreen)
"Wow, Daddy, that's advanced."