First Words

Elijah and I have been in California for a week and he's been sleeping in a "nest" on the floor of the guestroom where I'm sleeping (in the bed). He likes his nest and it seems to be working well (fyi, he's sleeping in his own bed back home, at long last). Anyway, every morning we've been here he's woken up and said "Mommy?" and I've crawled down to snuggle with him a little. Each morning, after another minute or two, he's said the most hilarious thing. Now I'm sort of waiting for it each time. One morning, he said, out of nowhere: "I like fish sticks." (He'd had one the night before for the first time.) One morning, he said, out of nowhere: "I am thinking about Grandpa Frank. I am thinking about his fire truck. I am thinking about his hose." (This was my maternal grandpa, who was a fireman in NYC, and whom I told E about, like, once.) Then this morning he said: "I have a question for you Mommy: what color is Grandma Lene's fan?"