What's the Word on the Street?

I'll admit, there is probably a little too much Sesame Street going on at our house some days. I'm trying to limit screen time, but some days it's a Sesame Street marathon on Netflix kind of a day.

*Warning, this is a very braggy kind of mom post. But it's my blog, so I'm going to do what I want. k, thanks.*

That said, my kid is a genius. I know, I KNOW, everyone thinks this about their kid. And I am sure that in all reality, Jack is going to be of average - or hopefully slightly above - intelligence levels. But for now, this kid is SMART.

He knows words. A lot of them.

He just turned 13 months and already has at least 30 words in his vocabulary.

Not only does he repeat just about every word we say to him (careful there...) but he actually knows the meaning of these words.

When you ask him who the baby is, he points to himself and says clear as a bell: "baby."

He can ask for foods he wants. Kid will walk right up to the fridge and point and say "pear" because he knows I put the cut up pear slices in the fridge earlier that morning. Or, he knows where I keep the string cheese. "Cheese." is an easy word for him to say.

All crackers and carb-related foods (ie. goldfish, puffs, etc.) are "cookies." He knows where the trees are outside.

He knows the basics, "mama," "daddy," and "kitty." He also knows "pup pup." One of his favorite things to say is, "Oh, pup pup." Sooo cute.

He also really likes, "Whoa," "uh oh" and "oops."

He hands me books and says, "book" when he wants to read. He says, "coffee, no no" in the morning as I'm drinking my coffee because he knows that's a drink he can't sweet-talk me into sharing with him.

My favorite moment the other day was on a Thursday morning. Dan had gone to work early and Jack and I woke up after he was gone. Jack sits up in bed and is rolling around, getting all excited for the day while I'm lying there like a dead slug. I hadn't said a word yet and all of a sudden Jack says, "Netwon" and points at the bedroom door leading to the hallway and the kitchen.

Because every single morning, I pick Jack up from bed and say, "Let's go feed Newton!" (our dog) Crazy that he was keeping me responsible that morning, tricky little baby.

The other day I had kind of a sad moment. He isn't nursing very much at all anymore (check back for that in a separate post) and I was trying to get him to nurse, and he turns to me and says, "no thanks."

Seriously. Polite little guy.

So, yeah. My kid is a genius. A polite, responsible, talking genius.

/end brag session.