Look Who's Communicating

Jesse seems to be getting the hang of articulating his needs and wants. His communication skill are more refined now.

Lately, he's been waking me up in the mornings. He'd grunt his little, "Uhhn!" to signal me to get out of bed and take him out into the living room where his toys are. This morning he did it again. And so I take him out into the living room, dump myself on the sofa, switch on the idiot-box while he entertains himself with his toys on the floor.

Suddenly he stands up before me, supporting himself on my knees. His eyes fixes upon mine with a sweet, loving gaze as he opens his mouth to speak his first real words.

"Mum-mum!"

"No, no, no," I correct him, "It's Daddy!"

"Mum-mum!" he asserts. And for effect, he hits my thigh as he says the words.

"I'm Daddy," I explained. "Mommy's the sack of potatoes still in bed at 8am!" Okay, okay, I didn't tell him that, I promise. Hehheh! But I did correct him. After all, most kids say "Da-da" first. I deserve to have my kid call me first, just like how every kid on the planet says, "Da-da" first.

"MUM-MUM!" the poor kid snapped and started wailing like a child in a torture chamber. That's when I realised he wasn't addressing me. He was merely commanding me to prepare his feed. "Mum-mum, as in 'I wanna eat', you idiot!" he must have been thinking.

I guess food comes first. *sigh* That's my boy, alright. But still, it's pretty amazing to have heard him say his first actual words. :)