Put-on...?!

I can't believe that we've survived to the point as parents where we are now spelling certain key items that are triggers for Clayton, such as 'S-W-I-N-G' and 'P-O-P-C-O-R-N'. When we were back in our birth class, the teacher went around the room and asked each expectant couple what they looked forward to most about their baby's arrival. Most people said they just wanted to hold the little bundle in their arms and gaze into his or her eyes. I was the only one who was looking forward to the silly things kids say. Clay is now stringing some words together and has a couple phrases: 'Put-on', 'Come on' and 'Holdis?'. He was saying what I thought was 'Copy Cat' for like a week until I realized it was 'Garbage Truck'. Go figure.

We got back from our vacation last weekend and as I was unpacking Clay picked up two pantyliners from the pile of toiletries I was sorting. He looked at me, pointed below my waist and said 'Put On'. He took the second one to Dave, pointed to the same region and said 'Put on'.

On Monday we were so happy to back in our normal routine after a week away. When he woke up from his nap we headed to the kitchen for a drink and a snack. He was standing on the little kitchen step ladder that allows him to see at counter level. With bed-head and nothing but a white t-shirt and a diaper I heard a rumbling from his backside. A passing of gas, no doubt. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and I said, "Clayton was that toot-toot from you?", he looked at me and shook his head. He looked over his shoulder and back at me and said 'Da-da'. Brilliant!

Today again after his nap, I was getting him dressed to go outside. I put him in the shirt he was wearing earlier today. The closet door was open but he kept pointing to it saying Da-da. Dave is off on a business trip so I wasn't quite sure what Clayton meant. I carried him over to the open closet and he tugged on a blue and white stripped Polo shirt that looks just like one that Dave has. He pulled it off the hanger and handed it to me. He wanted to wear that one instead because it was just like his Dad's.