Keys!

Miles loves keys. I think it's great. However, every time we walk down the hall he yells "KEYS KEYS KEYS" as if finding a door somehow entitles him to unlock it (or try to at least). This unlocking session was interrupted by a giant fart. As I found out, there's only one thing more than keys. Flatulence. 

Little Chef McElroy

Miles loves to help out in the kitchen. Unless given direction (and tied down to a chair), his version of helping consists of emptying drawers and cabinets. Mornings are always hard, since Jesse and I are usually tired (given our son's unsavory habit of waking up at 5:30am) and Miles is itching to sieze the day. Luckily, we've all developed our routines. Miles sits on the counter and helps out with the coffee. Even though he's done it more times than I can count, grinding the beans is always exciting. 

After coffee, Miles helps his grandmother make tea and toast that they then share. Miles has taken to eating his buttered toast with two plastic forks, one for each hand. As soon as Mary Ann steps out of her door, Miles runs down the hall yelling "tea! tea! tea!" He gets indignant when that doesn't happen right away. No time for showers. Tea! TEA! TEA! 


Some mornings, I spend the last few minutes before Mile's first nap prepping for dinner. On the menu this week was bean soup. Miles gladly helped me out with prep work:

Chatterbox

From the time Miles wakes up until he passes out in the evening, he's a chatterbox. He chats to himself, to anyone in the room who will listen, and even to his teddy bear at nap time. In addition to the list of words from a couple of weeks ago, he's added a few more:


Grandma: Munga Munga (not sure how that happened, but he's consistent)
Toes: "Dooos" while pointing to his feet
Teddy: "Teddy" he'll even identify teddy bears in photos
Door: "Do" loves closing doors when they're open, that goes for cabinets too
Thank you: "tanku" only repeats when you say it to him
Ouch: "owwch" says it when he hits you (not super helpful, but he knows it hurts)
Milk: "Muuulk" 
Good night: "night night" says it when he's sleepy
Dog: "doggie" and follows with "roof roof"
Sandwich: "whee wish" points and asks for his almond butter sandwiches
Cheese: "chees"
More: "moar"
Poop: "boo poo" has started to alert me when his diaper is dirty
Hat & Head: "Ha" 
Blanket: "me me" not sure how that one happened, but it's definitely blanket

Some of his words are purely contextual and some are in his secret Miles language that only I (or Jesse) can understand. He's doing a pretty good job at communicating, but there are some days when I have no idea what he's saying and it's very frustrating for us both. I've gotten to the point where I'll sit in the middle of the room while he's yelling and pointing at some unknown thing and tell him to bring it to me. If he can reach, he'll walk over to what he wants and will bring it to me. Hence, how I figured out that his yellow blanket is "me me". Luckily he understands a lot more than he can say!