M is for Monkey

Our precious little monkey learned a new sound. "Mmmmmmm." And, as is the family custom, or, rather, a Daddy custom, Fletch is wearing it out like a broken record.

He still jabbers away. For whatever reason, I have been wearing some brightly colored T-shirts around the house, and The Boy definitely has visual acquisition of target (ie, Daddy) from across the house. He tracks the target. He says "mmmmmmm" and "ohh" and various other feats of verbal fortitude.

So, this week was a big week. He started singing. He added the letter "m" to his every-growing vocabulary, and we realized that The Boy can now see things from afar. Sigh. Before we know it, he will be graduating high school and on his way for a summer abroad before his freshman year at Harvard.

That's ma boy!