baby talk

I just can't get enough of Ambrose's sweet new words. Today he started saying "Oh no!". He says it so passionately, too, like he honestly thinks whatever misfortune has just taken place is really a tragedy. I think that sometimes I don't give him enough credit for his communicating efforts. For example, today, while I was folding some laundry, he crawled up beside me and started pointing to his high chair repeating, "num num, all done, num num, all done." (He pretty strongly associates being "all done" with being in the high chair, since we make him say it before he can get down after meals) I was sure it was just a fluke that he seemed thrilled when I responded by putting him in the high chair and giving him a banana--but he did the same thing again at dinner time. This morning, I sat him in the rocking chair while I was making the beds and handed him a few books. He proceeded to "read aloud" from them in this deep, droning baby-babble. It was very adorable, though I'm hoping not an accurate reflection of how he perceives my reading aloud to be. :-) And a bonus picture. This is what we call "Sunday afternoon" around here: