Most of the time, Finn is a very agreeable dude. Pretty much always, with the exception of feeding time which he still hates with every ounce of his being most days. Or at least it seems that way. Perhaps it's our fault, though. Maybe we're just not giving him what he's asking for -- which is a difficult thing to determine since he's not great at communicating beyond the banshee wail.
He does have words, like "yeah" and "dad" but I'm not sure he's really using them appropriately.
For instance, "dad" is any light fixture. The dome light in the car is dad, the lights in the kitchen are dad. Sometimes, even the sunshine is dad. I don't mind, I just wish these other dads would kick in for daycare or at least change a diaper every once in a while. Deadbeats.
As for "yeah", he can be counted to use it as a response to almost any question:
Do you like pepperoni pizza? Yeah.
Do you think Mommy is hotter than Megan Fox? Yeah.
Do you think Daddy is better looking and has more range to his right than Derek Jeter? Yeah.
He nailed the first two, but the last one made it clear that he has no idea what he's talking about.
He's thrown around some other sounds that could be words, including "Cash" for the cat and "hot" for the stove, but that may just be wishful thinking. Either way, he's getting closer, which can mean only one thing. Unless I want his first words to all have four letters, I'm going to have to start watching my mouth around the house.
Parenting is hard.
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