Baby Talk

TJ is brilliant. He can talk. His best-enunciated word is “cookie.” “Mine” is also very clear. His other words include: mama, dada, Paul, ball (which is very difficult to differentiate from Paul – I use context), cow (which means any animal except dog), dog, TJ, and car.

He’s also a whiz with pointing. Yesterday, he told me, “Dada failed to change my diaper when he got me up.” I learned this from one point, which emphatically indicated his bulging diaper. Today, he told me, “I’m really thirsty and I want to drink out of the cars cup with a straw.” This statement took a series of gestures to indicate pick me up, go from the bedroom into the kitchen, open the cabinet and get the prized cup.

I love Timothy’s baby talk, which must really mean something. He’ll make sure to catch my eye, sometimes by placing his hand on my face before he carefully speaks in his own language. Every time he does this, I wish to be quick enough record his sweet voice to play back over and over.