The first word

This afternoon, in the immortal words of Sir Mix-a-Lot, I “stopped at Taco Bell for some Mexican eatin’.” James took to it like, well, a kid to messy food, as you can see.

This was necessarily followed by a bath.

Lucky and Hanna came in to see what was going on and James took a break from playing with his armada of bath toys to stand up and see who it was.

“Cat,” he announced, articulating it loudly and clearly as he sat back down.

He’s been working on “cat” for a while now, but the T phoneme has escaped him until now, turning “cat” into “caaaaaaaaaaaah.” Not today. Today, it’s official: He’s got his first word, and it’s “cat,” with a T, thank you very much.

2 Comments »

1. Congratulations, taco-flavored cat-lovers!

   Comment by Joel — August 30, 2008 @ 16:03

2. Humph. Raising a cat-person rather than a dog-person is morally dubious on all sorts of levels!

   Congrats James on the word though!

   Comment by Nicole — September 2, 2008 @ 16:04

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