I sneezed earlier today and he said “bess ooooo.”

He loves to pick up any phone and go “hewwoooooo?” then mumbles something, then goes “buh-bye.”

He’s up to around 40-ish words and a dozen or so signs.

He’s discovered pots and pans make fabulous clanging sounds.

He’s climbed inside our lowest kitchen drawer.

He calls animals “cow” and can go “moooooooooooo.” Yep, my son moos. We have a little handpuppet that’s a cow, and he just loves Mrs. Cow. He’ll moo all day, at the top of his lungs. He’s done that many a time. Sometimes he leaves off the “m” sound and ends up sounding like a wolf pup.

He loves pointing at things and saying “this” because he wants me to name all the objects for him.

He can put cds in our Bose, and will try to do so when he wants to jam out to Grateful Dead. He loves GD, and dances fervently when they or other jam bands are played. And he loves to be barefoot. We call him our little hippie baby.

He asks for “hug” and “kiss.” He does this also when he thinks he’s about to get busted for doing something he shouldn’t. He’s discovered the power of his charm, and daddy and I know we’re now screwed. Seriously though, him asking for hugs and kisses is about the sweetest thing in the whole freakin’ world, like I can’t even describe.