Recently Seth has grown increasingly frustrated when he’s trying to communicate something. He knows exactly what he wants to say, and we often don’t understand him. Then his little temper flares up. But we’re starting to understand him more and more, that is, we’re translating his pronunciations. It’s like we’re learning a new language too.
A few nights ago when I put his stuffed dog in his crib and a blanket over Seth and the dog, he stood up and insisted on something. It sounded nothing like it, but he was pointing to the rocker and saying, “other blanket.”
Oh, the other blanket. I commended him for getting his point across and could tell he was very proud of himself for making me understand. I got the other blanket, a bright red, white, and blue one that Mama Burton made for Savannah. It’s his favorite.