Zef has become an amazing little constructor of thoughts and sentences lately. For instance, Tuesday, while he was lounging in my bed and eating a very early morning snack, he told me, “Nafan steals my stuff.” I’m not sure how that came up, but there it was. Thought articulated.
It wasn’t that long ago that he’d just started using words and now we can have honest-to-goodness conversations. He can tell me what he wants, what he remembers. He tells about his friends at school. He tells on his brother. But the best is when he tells me he loves me.
It’s also fun to watch this two-year-old push his vocabulary to the limits. Sometimes he has to really reach for a suitable word and when he’s found the right one he’s so proud of himself. Me understanding what he’s trying to convey is just icing on the cake at that point.
And today I discovered that he can actually recognize and name some letters. He knows at least “w”, “a”, and “o”. I’m amazed. Who authorized all this growing up? I’m not sure I’m ready for it!
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