Dog Day Morning

Kole says one word really well. 
"Dog."
As a result of his proficiency, everything is a dog.  I'm "dog."  Ken's "dog."  Kole sees a plane, points up and says "dog."  There are some longhorns out back... "dog."  He wants more food and says "dog" while pointing to the cabinet.  I know a good mother would correct him and teach him the right word for all the objects surrounding him.  But I am a ultra-cool-super-fun-amazingly-talented-awesome mom.
I went to the Dollar Store and bought a dog calendar.
I cut the pictures out and taped them to his wall across the room from his crib at his eye level.
Kole was in hog dog heaven! 
He stood at the wall and walked himself along it, pointing, and talking really high saying "Dog!  Dog!  Dog!  Dog!"  He'd look back at me with his eyebrows up so high.  He'd grab my hand and have me point to the pictures.  "Dog!"
I figure this really can be a learning experience.  He'll recognize dogs as dogs from the picture and maybe quit calling his pants, fork, water, chair, diaper, and truck "dog."
While we were admiring the canine specimens taped to his wall I told Kole that dogs say, "Arf! Arf!" and I pointed to the picture. "Arf! Arf!"  Kole had it down in no time.
I was so proud of myself.  And him of course.  What a smart little stinkmo he is.

However.
I laid him down in his crib about 25 minutes ago for a nap.
There has been non stop chattering ever since.
He is in a habit of talking himself to sleep but it was really dragging on.
When I went by Kole's door to listen I heard, "Dog! Arf! Arf! Dog!  Dog! Arf! Arf! Arf!"
Maybe the placement of the dog pictures wasn't the best.





I LOVE DOGS!