what the what.

My son doesn't say much.  He tries out lots of words.  Once and then never again.  Yet.  I am proud to say that he has officially mastered the usage of "What the what?"  In the morning, I hear his pacifier fall on the floor.  Then I hear him say, "ah ooooo" which is his version of "uh-oh" (in other circumstances it also means "thank you").  A few seconds pass before he realizes nobody is there to pick it up for him and I hear, "wha a wha?" and I just know his hands are out to his sides, palms up.  Today one of his shoes fell off while he was playing on his slide.  "Ah ooo" and I was having a hard time getting his shoe back on his foot and he said, "wha a wha?" 

The past couple days have been hilarious.  He does so many new things every day and I can't stop laughing.  He has a favorite book that he looks at on his own and screams when he gets to the page where the elephant screams.  I could watch him read that book all day.

I do wish he would get over Yo Gabba Gabba and stop insisting he listen to it all day every day.  Luckily the weather has been nice so we are outside as much as possible.  I think tomorrow I am going to throw the CDs out the car window.  While speeding on the freeway.  I'll wait until Henry goes to sleep so he won't get the idea that it's okay to throw stuff out the window.  Or I'll explain to him that it's only okay to throw Yo Gabba Gabba CDs out the window.  The problem is that he is so damn smart, he'll probably understand everything I say. 

That's right, I've officially entered the My Son Is a Genius stage.

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