Now that Griffin has a vocabulary that rivals my own, I get to hear phrases like the one above all the time. This particular statement came at 7am a few days ago, as he stood in his crib pointing to the new shoes he had picked out for Fall the previous day.
Jeremy and I laughed from our bed, turning up the volume on the monitor and listening to our little linguist – and apparent clothes horse.
Yesterday morning he had another demand: “Read Things That Go on the potty!” Anything that gets him onto his little toilet is a win for me, so I took the steps two at a time in my rush to get into his room before he changed his mind.
At this very moment I’m listening to him wake from a long nap. “Kind of like Goofy,” he says as he opens his mouth as wide as it will go. “Open my mouth.”
He can pretty much recite books verbatim based on the page I turn it to, and has just begun to sing the lyrics to songs on his own. Current favorites are “Dyer Maker” by Led Zeppelin, “Someone’s in the Kitchen with Dinah,” and The Beatles’ “Blackbird.”
Next step, reading!
Boots: Livie & Luca