I love that my boys are both talking now. I feel like I was a little cheated not having Sam talk for so long. I could always see this intelligence in his eyes, and longed to know what he was thinking about. Now I get a little more information -- but sometimes talking with Sam is like decoding a message. Not because he is hard to understand, but because his vocabulary is so limited he uses words he knows to replace words he doesn't. For example:
"I want to take a bath. Just one Sam!" Translation: He wants to take a bath alone.
"I want BIG underwear!" Translation: He wants to wear his boxer-briefs.
"I need to go Peeky-hole!" Translation: He needs to pee.
"I want to eat the big strawberry!" Translation: He wants us to take him to lunch at Chili's.
He even has his own names for his toys: "Me-Me" is Elmo. "Knee-Nut" is Wally the robot.
But I think my favorite times are trying to decipher his night-time prayers. This is one of my favorite times of the day, when we get to hear about the most important things to our children. I love it when he blesses his toys, friends, and daddy at school. He asks for happy dreams and warm feet. He is even thankful for the bathtub. But I think my favorite was a few weeks ago when he said: "Please bless baby Ketchup." This took Ben and me off guard and it was really hard for us to make it through the rest of the prayer without laughing. I guess Sam has a hard time saying "Jacob"... Ketchup is the closest he could think of --- it does create quite the mental image though...