Now that Archer has broken the “first word” barrier I keep assuming that everything that comes out of his mouth is a real word. Like akababa puh haha might mean “dog.” Maybe? I think?
“I love you, too”
Because it kind of sounds that way. No? I think? Maybe? And after our big breakthrough with helicopter, words en ingles seem sort of possible now, where as before I didn’t even try to make out actual words in all the jibba-jabba.
Every day my mother calls.
“Any new words today?”
I think for a second. Hmmmm…
“Well… We were reading Piggies, earlier and he said “Ghee“?”
“Ghee? He’s a GheeNIUS!” (nyuck, nyuck.)
“I know, and for dish, he said “doo” which is kind of close.”
“Close? It’s EXACT! It’s perfect! He’s amazing!”
I have learned that whenever mothers are proud of their kids (me of Archer) grandmothers are proud x 1,000 and great-grandmothers probably exponentially more.
About ten minutes later my mom called back.
“I just got off the phone with your Nana and Grandma and we all agree, Archer is beyond genius. Einstien, really. He’s obviously BRILLIANT!”
“Did you tell them about his new words? Zee and Boo?”
“Yes! Too much! He’s going places.”
I hung up with my mom and took Archer in my arms and asked him if he had anything more he wanted to say.
“Can you say Piggie?”
“Can you say Bowl?”
And right on cue, he grabbed his toy snail and bashed me in the face with it. And laughed.
“Boo-Vee!” he said.
And even though my head was throbbing and I felt concussed, I was proud as ever. And knew my mother would be beside herself with joy as soon as I came to and was able to call her.