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Monday, October 09, 2006

Houston, we have a phrase!

All of our kids have been late talkers. They don't get it from me. My mom used to tell everyone that I started talking in sentences before I was two and I haven't shut up since. But Logan has taken the cake being the latest talker of them all so far. He is 27 1/2 months and until yesterday had never said more than one word at a time. (Unless you count him saying "bad bad" when Lindsay starts beating him up)

Anyways, we were driving home yesterday, and we saw Logan's greatest thrill in life, a train. What he said upon seeing it was so funny that we laughed our butts off before realizing that he had just said his first phrase. Then we laughed some more at what it was, that THAT would be the thing that we were going to be putting in his baby book.

"Ooh baby, train!"

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Cute!!!! Now I bet he follows in your footsteps and you won't be able to get him to stop talking ;)