so much to say
Every night Kinnell and I read books. He loves to say some of the phrases or titles. He’ll say, “Maisy bus!” or “Hug!” or “No, David!” He loves the last part of the Oh David book, where the mom says “Oh David, I love you.” Except Kinnell says, “Oh Dayid. Ah Laloo.”
I should discourage it, but when he shakes his head and decisively says “No mommy….” it is just the sweetest thing. I also can’t convey the wonderfulness of Kinnell with his arms out to the sides, palms up, shrugging, asking, “where Maymie go? Where he go?”
He smiles so sweetly each time we read a book about animals. “Wiyun. Iraffe. Kitty-cat. Eh-fant. Heepo. Wabbit. Hop-hop.” During Hanukkah he got really excited getting to say “Happy Hakka!” and without prompting began singing, “happy ha-kah tooeeyoo.” The singing is amazing in general — from “wheels ah bus go roun a roun” to “mcdonnal ha a fam, ee-i-ee-i-o!”
I know it’s not that interesting to read baby talk, but I just don’t want to forget the way he talks to the book about the mommy penguin and baby penguin. On the last page the mommy says good night and I love you. When we get to that page Kinnell bounces in my lap, grinning and calling, “nigh-nigh penkins! La-loo, penkins!”