"Good gracious, Maggie! Do you want ANOTHER popover?" (to Maggie, pointing to the tray of breakfast popovers)
"We're going into the dark forest, Mommy" (starting up Highway 17). "The trees took all the sun away."
"I like dump trucks. They're big. They're heavy. They're strong! They dump rocks, gravel, sand, wood chips." (unprompted to give a list; he just seems to like to organize his thoughts in lists)
But my favorite new thing is his interpretation of Maggie's sounds, grunts, and expressions. Maggie's only "word" so far is "mama" -- and sometimes it seems directed to me, but other times it's just a sound, so I didn't really count it as her first word. But, then Shay, who calls me "Mommy," not "Mama," started asking inquisitively, "You Mama? You not Mommy?" I had to explain that I'm Mommy, but baby sometimes can't say it all and calls me Mama instead. "That's silly, Maggers," he told her.
Earlier this morning, Maggie was a little restless, wanting to be picked up and then put down, and I was trying to figure out what she wanted -- I was offering water, snacks, nursing, a toy. I didn't think Shay was really paying attention to us, as he was absorbed in his truck game, but he looked over and remarked, "Maggie wants a hug, Mommy." He "interprets" her often, though I can't quite be sure if he is really reading her emotions, or attributing his own to her.
I can't wait to hear her little voice more.
