Kiki

Squirrel is beginning to speak. He's stretching is vocabulary past Ah-wa, Mama, Dada, Gi-sen, hi, bye-bye, this way, ball and my favourite; see-hot. He walked up to me today and said "Kiki." I didn't understand. It didn't sound remotely like anything, or anyone we know. I said "I'm sorry baby, I don't understand!"

"Kiki!" he said again, more urgently this time, with a tug on my shirt.

"I'm sorry! I don't understand." I told him again. This time he took my hand, led me to the fridge and pointed to the tupperware container sitting on top.

"Kiki!" he insisted.

Ah.....COOKIE! How can you NOT give a little one a cookie when they ask for it by name for the first time? So out came the cookies: one for me, one for Bear and one of course, for Squirrel.

Fast forward to tonight. He was one sad little man when it was time for bed. He wanted Bear's remote control Hummer in the worst way. This unfortunately is off limits. He already sorta broke it today. He's too little to play with it. I carried him screaming into the bedroom, his arms outstretched for the car. I had to think of something, and fast.

This last week or so, Squirrel has be into Sesame Street. Elmo and Cookie Monster have definitely caught his interest, more than any other characters. I ran to his bedroom and quickly found Bear's stuffed Cookie Monster and brought him back to our bed. Squirrel's eyes lit up and he held out his arms when he saw him.

"Kiki!" he exclaimed. He clung to Kiki as he nursed to sleep. When he was done nursing he drowsily rolled over and Kiki slid out of his arms. Squirrels eyes popped open and he called out "Kiki?" I tucked Kiki under his arm as Squirrel closed his eyes, falling back into his slumber.

My baby has adopted his first Lovey!!