A Thousand Words

It has come, the time where I will answer all repetitive questions and listen to his jabbers 24/7, yes even in my deep sleep. But I am happy at least he can now complete a sentence and able to use the appropriate words despite the grammatical slips.  

My almost three-year-old boy can now utter a thousand words everyday. Okay, it’s overrated I’m not good in math that I can’t count everything he’s telling me including all the words he’s saying to his sister. I wonder how they’re able to understand each other?

He is now literally a talking machine. Not that I am complaining but sometimes it comes to a point where I need him to keep mum but he just can’t. We do usual grocery shopping every two weeks and right now we shop with separate carts, the little girl goes with me while D goes with J. My dilemma? Every time we go different lanes my little boy shouts like crazy as if I am lost in wonderland. Imagine the long list that I need to complete and every section I need to go to and he shouts “mama” every time. Oh boy, face palm.

But the unstoppable talking made him create and use new words into sentences. Just the other day, I asked him to keep his toys in one corner and when he was finished he said, “all done.” I don’t know where he got it but at least he knows his choice of words.

A little ant situation right after we got back from the grocery.

D : Mama, yook (look) one, two ant carry cookie crumbs. Ant going away. Talk ants mama! Ants too hungry? Yook! Ants too strong carry cookie crumbs.

Okay. I couldn’t say anything anymore except “yes baby” because he already said everything. I am too overwhelmed to add an additional statement.

Whenever he wakes up from deep sleep he would tell me, “mama, Dodo dream.” I would ask him what happened to his dream but he can’t say still. Now I have to wait for that time when he is finally able to tell me his side of story.