So, Oliver is 20 months old now. And…he’s still not really talking.
He says a few things consistently. “Uh oh!” and “Hot” are the most common. He’s getting better about saying “Bye!” even though it sounds like “Bah!” and the other day I swear he added a “guys” to it. Cracker and cookie are pretty interchangeable, but there’s a slight difference in how they sound when he says them. He yells “Backpack!” when he watches Dora, and sometimes he’s even willing to say it when we ask him to…
But usually, if I ask him to say a word, especially if it’s not one that I listed above, I get the look of death. Seriously, if looks could kill I would be dead. Time and time again.
You want me to WHAT?
HOW DARE YOU!
I swear he’s just screwing with me.
Insert maniacal laughter here
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