I have discovered, yet again, that I am a half-assed parent.  Nana was here recently and she mentioned that the Boo is quite the little talker.  I told her that he didn't speak.

OK, so he says "THIS" and "THAT" and maybe a little "DAD" once in a while, but he doesn't communicate.  Who was she kidding?

She started a list.  And wonder of wonders, the kid speaks.  Who would have thought?  She made a list of all his words and a list of words we should practice. 

I then spent the better part of last week with my sister, who was the proud aunt who witnessed the first word out of his mouth months ago--"school."  Don't ask.  He was born into a family of freaks.  My sister spent the entire week talking to the Boo and apparently speaking his language.  He carried full-on conversations.  I didn't understand what the hell he was saying and my sister played interpreter. 

So I decided to actually start listening to him.  Last night I was holding him before he fell asleep.

E:  'is.  'is. 


I gave him a kiss.  He turned his head to the other side.

E:  'is.  'is.

I gave him another kiss.

Then this morning I told him that his eggs were hot. 

E:  HOT! 

And he started to blow on his food.

Dude, I have to totally start paying attention to my child.  I think he can speak.