These last two months have heard James talking and talking and talking. His sweet little baby voice is my favorite.  We have actual conversations and he absolutely delights me.   I accidentally bumped him the other day and he said, “Careful mama.”  Then I was trying to put nose drops in his nose while he squirmed away and said sternly, “Don’t like it!”

He’s like a parrot repeating everything you say.  Now I know when I hang up the phone I usually say, “okay, bye” because James has been mimicking me saying the same thing.  And he carries around my old Blackberry talking on the phone all the time.

It seems like the months are going faster and faster and our little guy is growing awfully fast.  He’s still a happy guy but will definitely voice his frustration if he doesn’t get his way or can’t figure something out.

James’ vocabulary is growing rapidly and being able to communicate together is just awesome.   We have actual conversations now.  In the morning they go something like this:

James:  “Pancakes, pancakes.  Milk, milk”

Me:  “You’re ready for pancakes and milk?

James:  “Yeah”

Me:  “Would you like a banana too?”

James:  “Banana!”

He was in great hands with my brother,

A year and a half old! Wow!  It just keeps getting better and better.  

Now James is really starting to talk to us and we actually understand what he’s saying!  Mostly he says “Gabba Gabba” because he wants to watch Yo Gabba Gabba.  Is it any wonder I’m hearing this in my dreams?!?!

James really loves music now and will dance anytime he hears it, doing the famous baby dance, bouncing up and down.  The cutest thing he’s doing lately is trying to snap his fingers- I couldn’t figure out what he was doing when I first saw it,

There have been so many discernible changes in James these last few months, I feel like I cannot possibly chronicle them all or accurately describe the subtleties of everything.  But I love it!  First of all, he’s really physical- loves to run, climb, and wrestle with daddy.

He understands so much now that it blows my mind.  I can ask him to throw the wet diaper away, and he’ll walk over to trash can, open the lid, and throw the diaper away (sometimes I don’t even have to ask).  Or, we were in my room and I found a “paci”