Words

Thomas is learning words too fast for me to remember which ones are new. He says one new word every day -- at least, one new word I can recognize, although there's a lot of clearly-meant-to-be-intelligible semi-babbling.

This week: "Bubble," very clearly, pointing at a big soap bubble in the bathtub, followed by huge grins and ecstatic laughter and clapping at his own ingenuity. It's his first clear B-word, and he's been repeating it at intervals just to hear us say, "Yes, bubble!" and laugh with him.

"Poop," said when he had gotten poop on my pants during a diaper change. Not quite so thrilling, but such is life. He was evidently disturbed by this matter-out-of-place. Social conventions are becoming clear to him.

"Book." My husband told me last night he had said this, and I only then remembered that he said it last weekend, too (though not as distinctly as "bubble").

It's a continual pleasure to see how eagerly he's pursuing these tiny pearls of language. It's been hard dropping him off at daycare in the morning -- for me, not him.