Finally the kid can practically get his point across. He has so many thoughts and ideas but they are generally not recognizable by English speakers. Lately though, he is spilling over with impressive vocab and compound sentences. Today at a red light he told me:
"Red means 'stop' and yellow means 'slow' and green means 'go'."
He has known this for a long time, but could only get out a word at a time.
"YELLOW!" He'd scream as I blew through an intersection.
At some point in July, the kid was in the back seat of the car and he was stammering and stuttering trying to tell me something very important (perhaps that a tow truck had passed us) and finally he slapped his hands on his knees and shouted, "I'm tryin' TALK-TELL YOU SOMETHING-CAN'T!!!" I felt so bad and fed him a few lines to repeat: "Say, 'There's a red truck.'" He repeated it perfectly. "Say, 'There's a blue car'." Again, flawless. He nodded at me in what I perceived to be a "Thank you" and calmed down.
As I've mentioned, he is somewhat strong-headed and wickedly intelligent, but he can be lazy with pronunciation. He tends to eliminate "s"s completely. So when he's asking for one of his favorite songs "Stuck like glue" and he insistently implores, "I WANT UCKLIKEGLUE!!!" I spend the next 45 seconds making him repeat, 'cause I still have nofah king idea what he's saying.
When i finally figure it out, I"m like, "Milo, stay 'SSSSssssssstuck'..."
"SSSSssssstuck."
So okay, he can say it. He just frequently opts out.
Last week he asked Katy, "Did you get that out of the cabinet?" As clear as can be- like that was the most normal thing in the world for a 2 year old to say.
She looked at me and asked, "Did he just say 'cabinet'?"
"Yes. Yes he did."
In addition to improving his speech, Milo's been teething for what seems like forever, and drooling and sticking fingers and whatever he can find into his mouth. "Get your fingers out of your mouth," is my most frequently uttered directive. In our house (despite two Master's prepared nurses running the show) there is astounding ignorance related to germ theory. No matter how many times I explain about all of the various nastiness that can be on the bottom of our shoes, I can count on both of my boys to absent-mindedly scan their digits over every square milometer of their sneakers and Crocs, just to pass the time. Then everyone acts shocked when I'm screaming "GET YER DISGUSTINGLY DIRTY FINGERS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!!"
Today, I guess Milo was a little sick of my badgering, but he showed me- just skipped the middleman entirely and went right to the source:
Mommy: (unsuccessfully trying to hide her disgust) GET YOUR SHOE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!!
Milo: NOOOOOOooooooo!!!
Mommy: RIGHT NOW!
Milo: (growling) I'm gonna bite you in the baby room!
Mommy: WHAT?!?
Milo: (mumbling) I'm gonna bite you in the baby room...
Mommy: (softer and in a more serious tone) Milo, we don't threaten to bite people when we are angry...
Milo: YOU ARE DANGEROUS!
Mommy: You have no idea...
The kid is nuts. But there is nothing I don't love about him.
Comparing how these two watch TV says a lot...
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