Little Dude’s new creative writing project is proving to be lots of fun for both of us, so it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to write in my own voice. Things are as hectic as ever over here in stay-at-home dad land; Wifey’s back to weekly travel, and, well, HOLY SHIT WE’RE MOVING TO CHINA IN SIX WEEKS!
So yes, there’s that.
None of this, however, seems to have had much of a dampening effect on the miniature boss man who rules my world. Just this morning, in fact, we hit a new milestone. While siting there enjoying breakfast, he looked at me and quite clearly spoke his own name.
“Wait a minute… did you just say your name??” He grinned from ear to ear, and repeated it. I grabbed my iPhone and immediately started shooting video.
“Hey, little guy, what’s your name?” There it was again, with another face-splitting smirk. Yup, he knows his own name. And words have meaning at this age – he’s no longer just trying out new sounds. So it’s both exciting and scary to witness; as his self-identity begins to develop, I can only imagine how it’s going to affect his (already hearty) sense of independence.
Now I’m really in for it.