Rory's vocabulary has just exploded in the past few weeks. He's just about at the point where when you say a word to him that he hasn't heard before or hasn't said before, he'll think about it, then repeat it, sometimes not perfectly the first time, but he'll try 2 or 3 times until he thinks he gets it right. Its super cute to listen to and amazing to witness him so obviously learning right before your eyes. I love it...well, most of it. His repeating everything he hears is not always ideal. He did go through a 2 week span a month ago where he was very emphatically and accurately using the phrase "oh shit". I honestly don't think he picked it up from us, because, although we do slip up occasionally around him, that's not a phrase we usually use, but he picked it up somewhere because he was very good at using it. He'd say it more with a "ch" sound, so he'd drop something and then look at me and say "oh chit Mama". And, when I'd try to convince him that he means to say something else, like "oh, did you drop it?" He'd just look at me and shake his head and say again "oh chit". The funniest part is that I'd occasionally catch him saying it to himself under his breath. Its SO hard to keep a straight face through that, but we must have done an okay job of not reacting because he's let it go for now. We haven't heard him saying it in weeks.
His latest favorite phrase is "I poop". If he actually was letting us know when it happened it would be very helpful, but he uses it for so many purposes that you can't count on it meaning anything to do with his diaper. Anytime he burps, or his stomach growls or he has gas, he says "I poop" and points to his bum and laughs. Maybe we'll get lucky and this will lead to the beginnings of potty training. We did finally break down and buy a little potty that is his size and he does seem to understand that is a place where he can poop. He points to it and says "That mine. I poop", then he points to the big potty and says "that Mama's"...so he sort of gets it, but I'm not counting on him using it anytime soon. We'll see.
Normally when he wakes up in the morning he'll play in his crib for a while without fussing and we have time to get his bottle ready or take a shower, etc. The other morning he woke up crying and fussing. It was so not like him, but he didn't sound hurt or anything, he was just unhappy. So, I went downstairs and got his bottle ready. I took the dog out and did a few little things in the kitchen, then I went up to get him. When I walked in he was laying on his back with his leg stuck out the bars of his crib and he was clearly upset because of that. I felt horrible for having ignored him for the past 15 minutes while I did things that could have waited had I known he was stuck, so I said to him "Rory, you need to let Mama know when you're stuck so I can come help you. I didn't realize you were stuck. You need to tell me." He stopped crying, looked up at me and quite calmly said "Mama, I stuck". I just cracked up and said "yes buddy, I can see that now". I forget how literal kids are.
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