telling stories

I think we are entering a really awesome new stage with Levi. Suddenly it seems he's really into recalling memories of events that have happened either earlier during the day or a few days ago. And using his limited little vocabulary, he thoughtfully tells as much as he can. I love it!

We have been enjoying this mostly at dinnertime when daddy is home and we talk about what we did that day. At first, I was doing all the talking.

Me: "So we went to the grocery store..."
Levi pipes up: "Pay!"
Me: "That's right, we did pay at the grocery store! What else did we do there?"
Levi thinks about it and looks around: "'Nack." (Translation: Snack, with no S since he hasn't gotten his S sound yet.)
Me: "That's right, you did eat a snack!"

And yes, I do speak with exclamation points. I think it's my favorite piece of punctuation.

Anyway, we are going through a bathroom remodel project, just in the early phases. Yesterday we had one guy do an estimate. He talked a lot, measured the walls and then took pictures. So today, as we are waiting for another estimate man to come, I begin...

Me: "A man is going to come look at mommy and daddy's bathroom very soon."
Levi: "Wall!"
Me: "That's right, he is probably going to measure the walls. What else is he going to do?"
Levi thinks about it, gets a big grin on his face: "Pictures!"
Me: "That's right! He will take some pictures."

Imagine Levi's delight when the man actually did come, measure the walls and take pictures. He will likely also tell this story to daddy over dinner.

I love that Levi seems to enjoy conversation. One of the very first reasons I fell in love with his daddy was because he liked to talk so much. It's so nice to see this trait develop in our little boy, too.

David and Goliath

One of Levi's favorite stories from his rhyme bible is the one about David, the scrawny guy who defeats Goliath the giant with God's help and a well-aimed rock to the forehead. In fact, ask Levi what Goliath says when David hits him with a rock. "Ohhhhhgggg," he'll say, with a scrunched up face.

Well, Levi has experienced his own encounter with a rock. This rock, in fact:

(rock near Levi's foot)

This rock is one of his friend's favorite rocks to play with from the rock garden. This friend plays gently, spinning the rock around on the pavement. Levi decides the rock needs to go back into the garden, but instead drops it on his big toe. It took a while for the pain of the boo boo to set in and was exacerbated by Mommy's attempts to put Neosporin and an Elmo band-aid on it. Mommy's interference set him to a-hollering.

Apparently this event has really stuck with Levi. He continues to point to his toe and retell the story as only a 22-month-old can.

Levi, while pointing to toe: "Toe."
Mommy: "What happened to your toe?"
Levi: "Boo boo."
Mommy: "You got a boo boo on your toe?"
Levi: "Rock."
Mommy: "A rock gave you a boo boo on your toe?"
Levi: "Uh huh."
Levi, thinking about it a moment: "Ahh-mohh." (Translation: Then you put that stupid Elmo band-aid on me and made it worse.)

I'm not sure if this ordeal makes him David or Goliath, but I love my son.