Now great grandson Alex (17 months) is following in his mommy's footsteps. He repeats words and speaks his own jibberish fluently with inflection, tone, and attitude. But his language is still developing. When he does begin speaking English it will be in paragraphs. I can't wait.
He has been miserable for three weeks; teething is the pits. He had four molars coming in top and bottom, plus he had a cold, and was whiny, and only wanted to be held. He ate very little, and we were worried about him.
As soon as those teeth erupted through the gums he was in better spirits, and I babysat at our house.
I made him scrambled eggs. He sat in his little booster chair on the table, eating his breakfast, as I prepared Liam's. I heard Alex saying, "Yum-yum." When I checked on him he had cleaned his plate. I bragged and applauded,"Yay! You ate your eggs all gone."
That evening after the boys had gone home, Bill and I were going out to dinner. Because we are experiencing the Polar Vortex, I grabbed my winter coat with furry hood. As I swung it over my shoulders, cooked scrambled eggs flew everywhere!
My coat had been hanging on a kitchen chair, and Alex must have thought he was coaxing a dog or kitty to eat his eggs... "Yum-yum." He had been stuffing them by spoonfuls into the fur around the hood of my coat.
I just submitted that anecdote to a paying site. Maybe they will, or maybe they won't accept it. But I sure bet the person reading will smile.