Gage says the darnedest things…
Ok, I just have to post about this stuff… Gage is adorable (I’m sure I’ve mentioned that), but even more so while he’s discovering language and trying to talk more. Much of what he says is repetition, but sometimes he babbles on and on and I just KNOW he’s trying to tell me something. Lately he’s taken to trying to get me to repeat after him. I’m doing it, because maybe if I say what he’s saying it’ll start to make sense. If I can understand what he’s trying to say, maybe I can correct the way he’s saying it and then we’ll be on the road to better communication.
Anyhoo… Gage likes to count. He’ll sit there and count to 30 over and over again. one… two… three… through the single digits to the teens, fourteen… fifteen… sixteen… and into the twenties, where it cracks me up, twenty seven… twenty eight… twenty nine…
twenty ten.
I don’t know where he gets it. He’s said thirty before. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard him count as high as thirty five. Maybe he got it from one of his classmates. I dunno, but it makes me giggle (although I DO correct him).
Today he repeated some phrases from one of his sign language DVDs, descriptionss of the signs to help remember how to do the sign. The first one was milk. To sign the word milk, hold your hand in front of you and squeeze. Like you’re squeezing an udder, get it? Milk. The description is “Like squeezing milk from a cow.” Gage was signing milk and said “like squeaking milk from a cow.” That brought a good giggle.
Later he was doing the same thing with monkey. To sign monkey, well… it’s basically the monkey imitation we all did as kids. Both hands making a “scratching” motion under the arms. The description is “like a monkey scratching himself.” Gage signs it great, but when he repeats the description it comes out “like a monkey crapping himself.” Yes, it’s stupid potty humor and I should be ashamed, but I laughed for about 20 minutes the first time he said that.
Cute, no? He certainly makes every day interesting. But at least he’s trying, even the lady at Conoco commented last time we were in that since he’s started school he seems more extroverted than he was over the summer. Of course he was standing there babbling at her while he was trying to decide which color bag of Skittles he wanted.
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