G. funnies

Broken computer= No posts.

New laptop= Hopefully diving back into the blogging world?

I have to post some of my little G baby's funnies. He is hilarious. A lot calmer than he used to be, but so funny.

He still wants to be read to all the time. He brings books to you and says, "READIT!" I've never had a baby so interested in books. He hardly ever watches tv. My mom says that's how I was. I wonder if he'll read early?

In church on Sunday we were flipping through the gospel art book. That usually buys us a good 15 minutes with G. He is really getting better in church....phew. In the middle of the quiet Sacrament, he was looking at Harry Andersons picture with Christ on the cross. A beautiful, sacred picture, right? Well G. notices everything. He would be really good at "where's waldo." See that guy with the white beard on the bottom left? He points to him and says, "Ho, ho ho." And I started laughing during the Sacrament. Then he sees the Roman Soldier with his helmet. He says, "hike. hike. hike!" While looking at the Nativity picture, he says, "Night night."


This baby's speech is really remarkable. He not only has quite a large vocabulary for his age, but he says things very clearly. He doesn't say "baba," he says, "Bot-tle, bot-tle" in a sing-songy way.

A few weeks ago I heard him saying Bapi over and over. I thought he was just talking jibberish. Henry talked jibberish for a really long time, and would tell long stories without more than 1 or 2 real words in them. But I realized that G., for the most part, only talks with a purpose. He was trying to say, "diapie" and tell me to change his diaper. Now I know that Bapi means diaper and he wants it changed. I do appreciate him telling me!

We always have like the play the "me" game in our family. We say, "Who wants pizza?" And wait for the kids to say "ME!" G. has caught on to this, and he says it with such urgency, like he really wants to be chosen. We ask him all kinds of things..... "Who wants to eat frog legs? "MEEEEEEE!" he says. The best was when Dawson asked, "Who wants to eat a fence?" G. responded, "Meeeee! Me do it!"

G. is blessed with a very easy name to say. He could say it quite early on. When he wants to claim something, he will point to it and say, "It's G., It's G." I rarely hear the word mine, he would rather claim it with his name.

This little guy is really special. He is a huge person in a really tiny body. I knew it the first time I held him in the NICU and I told him, you are a special little guy. In the first few months of his life I told him that all the time. He always keeps me on my toes, from being born in the car, to now when he dumps out cups of milk on the floor and finds all kinds of creative ways to get in trouble.