Dax's Journal

Yakkity Yak

Dax and I went to Target today. We love Target. There is just so much to look at.

Daddy had to stay home because he's sick so Dax and I discussed that a bit in the toy aisle and again in children's music and once again in the beverages row. That's when Sir Speaksalot said, "Daddy no here. Home sick." To which I replied, "Uhhhhh." Because I just wasn't expecting that.

I know I will eventually get used to the fact that the boy, he talks. But when he starts stringing words together to form sentences (albeit a bit caveman-like) it still startles me. He is still mostly a very little man of very few words but sometimes he gets on a roll and will spit out a sentence or a whole tirade of goobledygook.

Sometimes he says things that we really wish he wouldn't. Like a couple weeks ago when I called one of the horrible little children at My-Gym an insufferable little brat (under my breath of course) and he then called her "brat" for the duration of free play. Or yesterday when he threw cottage cheese on the floor after I had just mopped some up and I said, "Crap" and he repeated it perfectly. Or tonight when Cat thought it would be funny to ask Dax to say, "tough tittie" thinking he wouldn't repeat it? He did. Three times.

Right now he's laying on the floor next to his germy daddy encouraging him in a soft, sweet voice to sleep. "Sleep, daddy," he says as he pats him on the leg. Then he alternates with "WAKE UP DADDY" because he watches too much Wiggles.

I'm going to go put him down for a nap now and I can tell that it will be one of those days where he lays in there and has extended conversations with his toys.

Posted by michelle at June 18, 2006 11:39 AM