I distinctly remember the day that Baylor and I had our first two way conversation. She had woken up from her nap early and was standing in her crib, crying. As I opened the door, I asked her what was wrong. She pointed to her ears and said “Ears. Hurt.”. It was like Helen Keller signing water. It was amazing to speak to her and have her answer back!
With the Auggie boy, our conversations sound a little more like this:
That’s my name.
MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!!!
Augustus. I’m. Right. Here. What do you need?
Yes, hammering the train table IS loud.
Ok. Dank you, Mommy.
I would give that kid a pony if he said orssie peas, mommy. Dank you. It’s so stinking cute, I can’t stand it!