Words, words, words

Yesterday, as we were putting Brandon to bed, we were reading a pop-up book, learning about colors.  When Brandon doesn’t know a word or object, he will grunt and point to it and wait for a response.  Last night, he was pointing to colors and half asking me what it was and it seemed half testing me.  He was pointing, grunting and then looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see if I knew the color.  He did it will all the colors of the rainbow, but not in order; he’d skip around just to make sure I knew them out of order, too.  This morning, when I dropped him off at school, he pointed to the trashcan outside of the school.  He was saying something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.  I realized it was “garbagecan”.  He will continue to say whatever it is until he gets confirmation or correction.  Finally getting it, I repeated, “Garbage can.  Yes, you’re right.”  Moving on, he went to “newspaper”.  That one was clear, and I repeated it quickly.  Then he moved on to There cheap viagra are many conditions that play a significant role to get rid of erectile dysfunction. This is the place generic cialis uk he or she is helping the person with an addiction the opposite is true. Also, viagra cheap prescription http://www.cbs.tc/?buy=6591 co-workers or family members may provide temptations or challenge our decisions. When a man gets sexually stimulated, signals are sent cbs.tc viagra generic for sale to spinal cord and brain. the “plant.”  He was saying objects from left to right, so once I caught on that he was at the garbage can, I just followed the objects along.  Whew…passed that test.  Once we got in to the classroom, he asked his teacher, Koko (Tomoko), for Cheerios (I told him when we got to school, he could have them).  He was so excited it wasn’t coming out clearly, so he got frustrated and whiny.  He was below the food cabinet, pointing up and on his tippy toes.  She told him he needed to use his words and tell her what he wanted.  He calmed down a bit and then said, “Koko, Cheerios.”  She asked if he wanted milk, and he answered, “Cheerios, milk.”  He sat himself down at the little chair and table and waited for the bowl.  The teachers told him to say, “I love you, Mom.”  As I bent down to give him a kiss in between bites, he said an emphatic, “bye-bye.”  Awww…the teachers tried to make it better, saying, “It really is the same as ‘I love you, Mom’.”  Oh well…at least he wasn’t crying.