Tag: Talking

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“Mommy, Boat…Daddy, Boat…”

I am beginning to think that the term ‘Verbal Processor’ is really just a way of describing someone who talks ALOT! But there is just no better way to describe Jay. Every thought he has is verbalized and repeated over and over until he is acknowledged. Right now he is on a boat kick. Because we have been driving down the coast of rCoatia, we see ALOT of boats, and Jay is fully aware of each one as they pass by. “Mommy, Boat…Daddy, Boat…Joshy (our friend on our road trip with us), Boat…Cassie…” Well you get the picture. But hey, maybe when he is a teenager and doesn’t want to talk as much we will be like “So Jay, what are you thinking?” “Nothing….” :)

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Talking, Talking, Talking

It is hard to believe that during this past month in Georgia he has learned an enormous amount of words. Please, Thank you (in French, English and Russian), Sorry, Careful, Airplane, Train…pretty much anything you ask him to repeat he will learn. The ability of a child to learn languages is amazing! He has also hit his independent streak so he completely refuses help to eat, until he gets to the very end and then he says ‘help…please!’ This means a great big mess every meal, but it is all a part of growing up! Sometimes he poops at night so he wakes up saying ‘Daddy, Mommy, Poop…Yucky…Stinky….Poop!’ Until we come and get him out of his bed. Ben and I had the great idea to cut Jay’s hair ourselves, we should have learned from Cassie that this is definitely not a talent we have (as you can see from this photo!)

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Talking

We wake up every morning to the screaming words, “Momma, Momma” coming from Jay’s playpen. If it takes us too long to get there, he moves on to “Dadda, Dadda”. And from there straight to freaking out – so we try to make it there before that happens…

After picking him up, he immediately begins asking for “bankie, bankie” and as we walk to the kitchen he tells us that he is “hungie, hungie”. He has just started eating his own breakfast, either oatmeal, muesli or cereal – but his favourite is definitely yogurt. He usually finishes breakfast with some “wata, wata” or “leau, leau”. Of course, if he threw some food on the floor, he might tell us what happened, “drop, drop”. It’s all pretty comical … except that its extremely tiring!

He’s not allowed, but he continually asks for “makas, makas” (markers) during the day. And if he sees someone on the computer, then he immediately calls out for “gampa, gampa”. He sure is growing up!