Ham and Ah-boons

First words are so special. Especially when they are used in the correct context (like calling Mommy "Mamma" and not "Dada" which sends a new mom over the edge). So M decide he likes "ham," which is anything that may enter the mouth--food or not. Thankfully most things he refers to as "ham" are food. Since he eats alot...and often, we hear the word alot...and often. HAM...HAM...HAM...HAM and when he's sleepy it's more like HAAAAAAAAAAAM. Give the poor baby some ham already!



Notice the closeup of the shirt.


Yes, the child does like ham.


He also likes balloons, or as he prefers, "Ah-boons." And they come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and variations. In fact, I made him a screensaver for the computer with about 50 different ah-boon pictures scrolling by. He loves it. It's now on all computers in the house. He can't figure out why we don't play it on the tv as well. We read books about ah-boons, we look for ah-boons when we shop, we see ah-boons on the computer, and we watch for ah-boons coming out of the party store when we sit at the red light. He will even sit and watch the entire High School Musical 2 because he knows there is a scene with ah-boons at the very end. Then he shrieks and dances and wants to watch the movie again.


When he has his very own ah-boon to drag around the house life is perfect...except when ceiling fan meets ah-boon. Then life becomes very sad. Until the ah-boon is rescued. Those must be made of steel, not mylar. It will stop a ceiling fan in it's track, or orbit, or whatever way a ceiling fan moves. It's been around for weeks with a lot of abuse, er, I mean, use. I'll be glad when ah-boon meets ah-trash can. I've missed using the ceiling fans in August. Whew it's hot!