I’m raising a Monkey and a Lion

My sons are adorable. I just want to throw that out there. As they are starting to talk more and communicate more clearly, they crack me up every day.

For example, Carter likes to run around beating his chest and saying “Oowh Oowh AAh,” just like daddy told him a monkey does. When asked if he’s being a monkey he proudly shakes his head “YES”. He repeats words you ask him to say about 50 % of the time, although they still sound a lot alike (or nothing like the word). My favorite is his Thank You. It comes out as “Ding Dong.”

Yesterday, Logan decided he could talk. He said “bubbles,” “Please” (which sounds like “Blee”), “Uh-oh” and “diaper” (which was clear as could be). On this same day he found he could talk consistently, he also decided the best way to get my attention was a deep throaty growl. He will say blee if prompted, but he starts with the growl.

They got a train table for Christmas from their grandparents, and they stand around it (or point from across the room), and Carter says “Vroom vroom” and Logan say something that sounds like “tickle tickle.” I think he means “chicka chicka chicka” like a train, but who knows. It took daddy three hours to build it and painstakingly set up each little strip of track, and it took them about 12 minutes to completely dismantle it. I now have track upstairs in my bathroom, as well as under my couch. I think there may be a strip in my pantry as well, but since I try to keep that shut while the boys are up (because they like to take all of the boxes out and hand them to me to give them whatever’s inside, and I don’t think they’d like bread crumbs), I really haven’t checked.

The boys also have a tent  that their Aunt Cara got them a few months back, and Logan loves to point inside it, and then at me, letting me know that he wants me to sit inside it. He will also pat the ground inside the tent and growl at me. Yesterday, we were all sitting in the tent (which is quite small really) and Logan pulled the tent flaps closed. Since the boys like to hide from mom or dad in there, I said, “Oh, are we hiding? Ok, lets be very quiet.” And putting my finger to me lips I said “SHHH.” That was all it took. I am now often requested in the tent, where both or one of the boys points a finger almost up his nose, sometimes both fingers, to let me know what game we’re playing.  Adorable.