I love talking to my son.
Maybe I'm just basking in the delight of a whole night of sleep all by myself with no children interrupting until 7:30 when Kelsey's hacking cough broke into my coma, but Zachary has a great speaking career ahead of him.
I think he is going to be an engineer. Maybe a public speaking engineer.
He wants to know about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
He saw the mug I left on the desk last night. "Is it coffee?"
"No, not coffee."
"Is it medicine?"
"No, not medicine."
"What is it, Mommy?"
We are having a conversation about a dirty cup, I thought to myself. "It's from my hot chocolate."
He perked up. "HOT CHWOCKWIT!"
I love it. The way he tries to say everything and join our conversations.
I taught him to look for convertibles. Christina has a great little Mustang, and now he points and yells, "There's a 'VERTIBLE! But not Nini's car. That's not her 'vertible."
I love the way he says his Sunday School bible words. "God made evvythang!"
He is determined that we're having a girl. I hope he is right, but I have cautioned him that it might be a boy. So when he talks about the baby be starts out talking about his new "dister" and corrects himself, referring to it as "your new baby."
I don't know where he gets his chatty, because his mother is so quiet and unassuming. /sarcasm
I just love his personality. His conversations with his baby-of-choice are a treasure to overhear.
Maybe I'm just basking in the delight of a whole night of sleep all by myself with no children interrupting until 7:30 when Kelsey's hacking cough broke into my coma, but Zachary has a great speaking career ahead of him.
I think he is going to be an engineer. Maybe a public speaking engineer.
He wants to know about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
He saw the mug I left on the desk last night. "Is it coffee?"
"No, not coffee."
"Is it medicine?"
"No, not medicine."
"What is it, Mommy?"
We are having a conversation about a dirty cup, I thought to myself. "It's from my hot chocolate."
He perked up. "HOT CHWOCKWIT!"
I love it. The way he tries to say everything and join our conversations.
I taught him to look for convertibles. Christina has a great little Mustang, and now he points and yells, "There's a 'VERTIBLE! But not Nini's car. That's not her 'vertible."
I love the way he says his Sunday School bible words. "God made evvythang!"
He is determined that we're having a girl. I hope he is right, but I have cautioned him that it might be a boy. So when he talks about the baby be starts out talking about his new "dister" and corrects himself, referring to it as "your new baby."
I don't know where he gets his chatty, because his mother is so quiet and unassuming. /sarcasm
I just love his personality. His conversations with his baby-of-choice are a treasure to overhear.
2 comments:
Zachary and my Alison are very close in age. It took Alison sooo long to start talking and now that she does...she won't quit. I love her sweet little voice but oh. the. nonstop. talking!
I love bedtime. :)
I should remind you of this post when he becomes a smart mouthed teenager... You know, the kind that we weren't ;-)
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