Hank retells this very long, very consistent story based on an observation in the Clintonville back yard several months ago. After dinner outside one evening we watched two deer walk through a clearing into some brush. Since then, with wildly animated hand motions, he has recounted the scene at least a hundred times:
Mama deer went away. Daddy deer went away. Bear went away. Cow went away.
So, the scene, plus some embellishment.
He is still obsessed with shapes and Elmo, and newly interested in rainbows and reindeer and colors and counting and candles. He calls them "happy" and he talks about "happy deke" all the time, meaning birthday cake. He might lose his mind in March, when he gets his own...
He loves to sing the ABCs, and spells his last name B-T-Z!
His favorite books are Now I Eat my ABCs and Moo Baa La La La. Also Little Pea and Pouch. And Good Night Moon. He talks about the great green room and the red balloon all day.
He takes such good care of his babies. He pushes them in the stroller and gives them milk and shares his snacks and brushes their scalps with wooden spoons.
Hank is part Andy and part crazy, but so smart and fun, just the dearest, darlingest little boy. Truly.
When he makes a mistake and we bend down to discuss it with him - it is NOT SAFE to unplug cords from the wall or play with dishwasher pods under the sink - he says the sincerest
Hanky sorry.
He also says a million silly things a day, things I couldn't make up if I tried. It's like interpreting a Mad Lib. A really cute one.
He was a little feverish here ^ last week, which I think might be evident from his poor sweet face. Even sick, such a dear.
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What a gift it was to have him living here as his vocabulary started to blow up. I need to come over and hear about those rainbows soon... maybe I'll bring some deke!
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