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Life with Levi...
Levi the Chatterbox
By Amanda Olson
Editor
Way back when my sister Brittany was a baby, I remember wishing that
she would she would start walking and talking. As soon as possible.
Well, I learned my lesson then because after what was not quite as long
of a wait as I’d thought, she started talking and wouldn’t shut up.
(And she still hasn’t… Still talks a lot! Love ya Brittany!!!)
Well, I knew that it was inevitable that Levi, too, would eventually
start talking. And he has been for a while. But he has finally reached
the stage where he thinks he needs to repeat EVERYTHING. Just in case
you missed it the first 10 times, I suppose.
Among his favorite words are Mommy and Daddy, of course. And Whammy
(Lambie). And milk and juice.
Much to the delight of my family, Grandma is now Mamaw, Grandpa is
Papaw, and Aunt Beej is either Bees or Aunt Bubbles, depending on the
occasion. (Side note: He calls her Aunt Bubbles because every time we
go to their house, Levi and Aunt Beej blow bubbles on the front porch…
And Grandma thought it would be funny if we got him to call her Aunt
Bubbles. It worked!)
He can say all of his colors. He just informed Daddy and I Thomas the
Tank Engine is a blue choo choo. He’s also getting pretty good at
counting. He can say all of the numbers up to 10, he just has a little
trouble getting them all in the right order.
He now lets us know which movie he wants to watch by telling us instead
of carrying the movie case to us. Minis is minions, or Despicable Me;
Nemo is of course Finding Nemo; And meh-mind is MegaMind.
There’s still a lot that he says that is indecipherable, but for the
most part you can figure out what he’s trying to say. He still speaks
minion on occasion, but as long as you ask him to point at what he
wants or take you to it, you can determine what he talking about.
But for some reason, he thinks that whatever he tells you needs to be
repeated over and over (and over and over). I know a lot of kids
do it, but after you hear the same thing for the 50th time in one day,
it does get irritating, no matter how cute he is.
One of the cuter things he’s done lately (and kind of amazing) was when
he walked up to me and started reciting part of the Dr. Seuss book ‘Are
You My Mother?’ He looks at me and says, “Down, down, plop! The baby
bird could not fly. But he could walk.” (I cleaned it up a little, but
he was close enough that I understood what he was saying without
difficulty.)
Not even sure where it came from because we read the book, but not
everyday or excessively. He proceeded to say it again and again (and
again and again), and each time it was the same.
Every day it’s something new. And sometimes it’s things that are out of
left field, but that’s okay. It keeps life exciting.
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