Andrew’s getting better and better at communicating verbally. This morning he ran over to me holding our box of air rockets and said, “rocketship.” So we went out and launched some. Listen for his “countdown”. “1, 2, 3, 5!”
Two nights ago he wanted us to come up and say good night again. He first tried yelling, “Daddy!” When that didn’t work he yelled, “baby Yoda, baby Yoda!” Lol that one did work, he had thrown out his baby Yoda, to get us to come give it back to him.