Conversations with H.

When I was younger, before I was a mom, and people would talk about their baby's first word, I was under the impression that babies go through the first year of life without making a peep, beyond some giggles and cries.

Boy, was I wrong.

As I've mentioned numerous times, H. is incredibly vocal. So much so that I can carry on conversations with him... not with words, but very enthusiastic on his part. (as I wrote that, he started screeching, happily, at the turtle that hangs from the toy bar on his bouncy chair)

In the mornings, when I feed him, I lay him in my lap and talk to him. And he talks back. Today was a fun one too.

Every few days or so, H. experiments with a new sound. The newest one is a sad sort of pouty noise, complete with furrowed brows.

So, this morning, I was talking with H., and I asked him if he was my big boy. His reply? His pouty noise along with a shake of his head. It was so adorable that I had to laugh. And then my little man laughed.

I guess I hit a nerve with my poor little guy.