Why Baby Make Poo Poo?

Moriarty's language has been progressing at a lightning pace. He's been obsessed with things being 'up high' for weeks now. He wants his animals up high (like the top of the fridge or over the stove). He wants his pacifier or his milk up high. I've been trying to teach him about things being 'down low' too. He's getting that. A few days ago at breakfast he held his cup up and said 'up high', then moved it down and said 'down', repeating the cycle over and over. SO cute. But yesterday he put the concepts together and held up a small box and said 'up high box'. Pretty crappy grammar but I won't judge him until he's at least 2. That was quickly followed by 'Daddy cook' and 'Mama no work'. ugh. That's telling. But the highlight of the month for me was his first sentence. I swear he said this (or I'm hearing things). When I change his poopy diapers I say he's 'made a poo poo' and he's very aware that Moriarty in pictures is a baby. Sometimes he refers to himself as baby, but not always. I was changing him a couple days ago and he said 'Why baby make poo poo?'. Best first sentence EVER! His grammar is unique. He has starting using 'me' in place of 'my', so it's 'me mama' and 'me daddy'. Another exciting new word is hiocado (helicoptor).

He's been into dancing and music for a long time. A week ago we were listening to The Beatles on random and Twist and Shout came on. It's a favorite of his, but it's also a song I play on guitar for him sometimes. As soon as it started he ran and pointed at my guitar because he made the connection. I was very impressed. He's been requesting I play more and although I am truly terrible at guitar, we're getting good at Wheels on the Bus and working on Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Wheels on the Bus is his current ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG and he requests we sing it multiple times a day. Like all parents we use spelling to thwart his toddler brain and one afternoon I asked Pip if they'd sung B-U-S earlier. Moriarty immediately said 'bus!'. I don't know if he connected the 's' sound or what but it was creepy. He better not be able to spell and be hiding it from us!

He's on the cusp of being able to jump but still can't. He thinks he's jumping. He bends his legs, flails his arms in the air, he just doesn't leave the ground. It's painfully cute. It doesn't stop him from stomping in mud puddles though. 

It's been an exciting month with the house renovations, lots of babysitting while Pip and I work and time with Grandpa Phil. Overall, Moriarty seems more grown up to me this month. Like he's clearly not a baby anymore. He's a small person with a limited vocabulary but a clear sense of what's going on and what he wishes was going on. He can mostly communicate it to me and it's just my job to enjoy him and watch for new communication signals. Once we move he'll be starting a new daycare and things will change a lot in his day-to-day. New school, new house, new places to walk and play. We'll fill you in next month.