O-V-E-R-H-E-A-R-D

Cailan is now listening attentively to conversations between Chris and me, or when one of us is on the phone, or mumbling to ourselves, or talking to the animals. We are having to spell more and more things out, like S-N-A-C-K or P-A-R-K or G-R-A-N-D-M-A or E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T, though I don’t think the spelling will confound him much longer. He already refers to getting in the tub and splashing around in the water as a B-A-T-H. As he’s listening, and comprehending more and more of what we’re saying when we’re not talking directly to him, he’s starting to ask for clarification of things he doesn’t understand.

Yesterday, Utah was in the back yard barking at – oh, I don’t know, a dog going for a walk three blocks away, or diapers flapping on the clothesline, or a cricket daring to hop across the patio - anyway, I went to the back porch and yelled “Utah, that’s enough. Knock it off!” Cailan, who was shadowing me, asked “What did Utah knock off?”

When we were all in the kitchen getting dinner ready, Chris and I were discussing whether or not Cailan had napped at daycare and what that meant for his bedtime. Chris said that he had forgotten to ask the teachers if Cailan had slept. I said, “I asked Cailan if he had a rest, but that was a fruitless line of inquiry.” Cailan said, “What were those fruit flies doing?”