The other morning when I went into his room to get him out of bed, he opened up the top of his footie pajamas. I asked him if he had an owie. He said, No, Yook, Mama, Yook! (Yook=Look.) He'd stuffed toys into his PJ's. A lot. I started laughing. He said "What, Mama, What?" seemingly to not know just how funny he is.
Whenever he hears a sound, no matter how slight, he yells out: "WHATAT!?!?!" meaning of course What Is That. It is hilarious and adorable.
He shakes his bootie like a hula dancer.
When I tell him NOT to do something, after putting up a fight, he stops mid-step, slopes his shoulders, tucks his chin to his chest, and sadly walks away, loudly saying "Ohhhhhhh Kaaaaaaaayyyyyy."
He's been talking about his birthday for since February. It's at the end of April, and he talks about it almost every day.
