A few weeks ago, James decided it was time to start talking. Everyday he has new words, like geck-o, o-ven, and rabbittt. But it isn't just the sudden increase in vocabulary, but also the frequent use of sentences. Strangely, all of them seem to start with the same
Luckily, this new grasp of the English language has not done a complete override on James' communication through sounds. A frog is still a "Ribbit," a cat is usually still a "Meow," and not to worry, a sheep is still a "MAAAAAA!" Other sound effects include any and all motors and anything that growls. Oh yes, a horse it still an "Nay."
James loves to talk like a "big" boy. You will often hear him yell, "Awesome!" or exclaim, "Ah man!" when he is trying to impress bigger kids (or his uncles). But before too long he will switch back into being my tiny baby and all he wants to do is "duddle" with a "blankeck." I love constant shifts between the baby and the big boy. One minute he is trying to climb a 10 foot ladder and the next he is snuggling in my arms. It may be my favorite thing about this age.
He is obsessed with cowboy boots, and it is not uncommon to find him in PJs, cowboy boots, and all too often, a sock in his mouth (yep, he still does that). Other times it's just cowboy boots and a diaper. I guess, they do complete any look.
True to his birth, James continues to be our risk taker and shows very little fear. He loves to jump off of tall places, which is a perfect pairing with his love of climbing. At the park you will find him at the biggest slide: scaling up it, sliding down it (often on head first), and never any hesitation at the top. But forget the swings, this boy likes to be in control of his danger (must get that from his Daddy).
And just try and tell him no. He'll just look over his shoulder at you, and give you the cutest naughtiest smile anyone has ever seen...trouble...adorably perfect trouble!
Can you tell I feel the same way about him as he does he cowboy boots? I could watch him sleep for hours and his smile makes my heart stop it is so sweet. Often I turn the radio down just to hear him singing along (he loves to hold the long notes). I love to hold his warm swishy hand and feel the tickle of his whispers in my ear as he tells me "secrets." He could never give me enough of kisses or hugs. And I feel blessed that I am the one who get to sooth his tears and kiss his scrapes.
