B ends up in our bed between 4 and 5 am every morning.
B: "Baaa Ba Baa BA ba ba SQUEAL!"
Me: "Why are you awake? What time is it?"
He kicks his feet, sticks his fingers in his mouth.
Me: "You must sleep better. Mama is tired, I don't want to get up."
Me: "I'm serious."
B: Baa ba ba aaaaa."
He has just learned how to make the baa sound. He is fascinated by it.
Me: "Would you like milk?" while using sign language. I want him to stop trying to pull my shirt off in public when he wants to eat. I told J, "It's like us going to the fridge because we're hungry. He's doing the same thing, but his fridge likes to keep covered in public." My analogies (I'm not sure this even qualifies as one) rock when I'm running on a few hours of sleep.
B looks at me like I'm crazy. I make the milk motion with his hands. He laughs.
Nursing ... AND "baa baa ahhh baa." He has now mastered talking while nursing.
Me: "Aren't you hungry? Try to focus. Shh, we can talk after you eat." (Mama is trying to read emails on her phone ...)
B: Nurse - "Ahhhh, SQUEAL, baaaa" - PUKE.
Me, while dropping phone far away from puke: "Really, B, really? Perhaps you should do one thing at a time."
B, while putting hand in mouth and smearing puke all over his face: "Baaaa!"
Me: "Why is my hair wet? Did you puke in my hair? How did that happen??"