Learning to Talk

The other night, just as I was about to put Biscuits to bed, I noticed him staring at the light. He, like his brother and nearly every other baby before him, is obsessed with lights. I have to be careful to block off all light in the room when it's time to nurse him because if there's a stray beam anywhere, he'll find it and will fixate on it, unable to nurse no matter how starving he may be. On this particular night, I decided to spend some extra time trying to teach him the word "light" since he's right around the age (10-11 months) that Bears was when he said his first word. Which was, of course, "light."

 As he was staring at the light, I said the word. He looked, transfixed, at my mouth. I said it again. He looked back and forth from the light to my mouth several times and I could see the moment when it all clicked. His eyes widened and he got a huge grin on his face. Then he opened his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "...anaaanaaa!" His brow twitched. "AnaaaAA!" A look of frustration and confusion crossed his face, then he let out a desperate, "ananaaannaaaAAAGHHGHH!!!!" Finally, he succumbed to despair and burst into tears. Poor little friend. It's got to be very frustrating to know what you want to say but be totally unable to say it.

Oh and I just realized that I only posted their laughing video on Facebook so I'd better throw it up here as well for Grandma: