We went to Mass today at a different parish, prompting the following bedtime conversation with Andrew:
Him: I saw Father Bill today.
Me: Yes, you saw Father Bill.
Him: I like Father Bill.
Me: Yeah, you like Father Bill?
Him: Yeah, he didn't bite anyone. He just kept on singing. Like this...mmmm..mm...mmm....mmmm...mmm (musical humming continues...)
I love the way children learn the rules of their language without ever being taught the rules of their language.
Andrew has his contractions down now, including his very own invention for "am not" - "amn't."
M: You just stole that from my store! You're a robber!
A: "No, I amn't!"
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M: I'm an excavator and you're a dump truck.
A: "No, I amn't!"
And on it goes throughout the day. And its so darn precious that I'm not about to correct him.
Wow! Nathan is 1 year old today. We were so excited to introduce him to some new (read: sweet) foods.
And consistent with his almost complete lack of interest in solid foods, he mashed up his cupcake without licking a single finger or eating even the tiniest crumb. He poked holes in his jello and fed it to me.
Not to worry though, he ate a discarded peanut off the floor and also enjoyed a delectable ... birthday card envelope! Happy Birthday, Nathan!
Me: So, I save up all of my pee...
Him: (knowingly) ...In your blender.
Me: Mmmm, I think you mean bladder.
