Henry is talking up a storm. Maybe not in words yet but his squeals, squeaks, screams and gurgles are as adorable as they are astounding. He really is trying to tell us something. And, Squeaker has turned out to be the absolute perfect name for him. The pitch is so high that I can't even imitate it back to him, but Eleanor sure can. They have some sort of kidspeak happening that is really amazing to watch. I was talking with Grandaddy about it and we decided that parents have to learn a second (or third, or fourth...) language when their kids are little because what they speak isn't yet English (or Spanish, or Dulegaya...). Parents then act as translators to the rest of the world. I wonder what kinds of linguistic research has been done on this? I'll have to do a bit of investigating -- it is so interesting to think about.
Which leads me to the fact that Grandaddy is in town! We have been having a great time, and of course eating considerably better than usual. Eleanor has already included "Gahdada" into the quotidian routine: Daddy funny, Momma funny, Henny funny, Gahdada funny, Enano funny. (That last one is "Eleanor".)
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