The Talking Never Stops

It starts in the morning, when I hoist my 17-month-old out of his crib.

"Bed. Book. A Pooh. Ewlmo. Bees! A duck. A man." And so on. T Junior points out just about everything in his room. (In case you are wondering: "man" is "fan." He hasn't mastered using the "ffff" sound in a word yet. It's not some random dude in there.)

And then it continues when we go downstairs for breakfast. "A beckfist. A bibs. Mulck. Nanana. Wawful. Eggs. Naundry. Washcloff."

And after "beckfist" and throughout the day, he continues to list objects he sees. Today, he showed me, "Daddy's hat."

He started singing this past week. Yesterday, he mumbled a version of "Happy Birthday" to Mr. T. Later, in the car, he sang along to a song he loves: the Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Song (With All Your Power) by The Flaming Lips. Here's a sample (sorry for the bad recording quality, it's from my phone).