Alyoo
We’ve been working on various phrases with Miles, and he’s getting a lot better at combining words. His favorite joke recently is to call everybody “uncle.” He had “Uncle Ty,” “Uncle Mi(chael),” “Uncle Mark,” and “Uncle Joe” down pat, but a few days ago he started cracking himself up by saying things like “Uncle Mommy,” “Uncle Daddy,” and “Uncle Mubby.”
I’ve been trying to get him to say “I love you,” which he will kind of do, but only in a mimicry way. That is, if I say “Can you say ‘I love you’?” he’ll spit something out that contains mostly the right sounds, but it’s not something he’s really doing on his own yet.
Except!
Last night we were going through our usual bedtime routine, and the time came that we had finished brushing Miles’ teeth, finished brushing his stuffed animals Bear and Bob’s teeth, and gone in to cuddle with Daddy. I deposited him onto Denny’s lap and leaned in to say night-night and give him a kiss.
Miles looked up at me, and, unprompted, said “Alyoo.”
Aw, alyoo too, Scoop.
