Words

Sometimes, I forget about words. I forget about how they are a building block for everything. You would think this would not be a problem for me, 'cause I like words. I've been overusing them since a very young age.

Tucker has started using some words. His current favorites are "uh-oh!" and "Dad-deeeeeeee" which applies to most of us. We're all Daddy, apparently, to him.

This morning, though, a really interesting and exciting thing happened. Lee and I got Connor and Drew downstairs, and while I was getting the coffee made (and the milks warmed up) Connor was sitting in his chair ya-ya-ing in his usual way. I couldn't really hear him over the whirr and chunk of the coffee grinder. Drew, however, was right by him, and he jumped up and exclaimed (really - that's the perfect word for this!) "He said words, Mommy! He said, `Oh, yeah!' He said it!"

Drew was delighted that Connor has said words. We have spoken with Drew a few times about how Connor communicates without using regular words, and in his own way he seems to understand. But his unbridled excitement that his big brother had learned something was a great way to start a week. Of course, logically I know that Connor wasn't deliberately using language, and that's all right because it's what I know I can expect. If I could bottle the best of Drew, this would be in there. He loves Connor so much that he tells us at least two times a week now that he wishes he still shared a room with him. He never asks to share a room with Tucker. Well, not yet.

These little boys. They just fill up my heart.