When Chipmunk hit eighteen months, something clicked in his head and he decided it was time to talk. These days he chats up a storm...in his own little Chipmunk language.
Beh beh = Bear bear
Noo nah = What he calls his sister
Mom-may = Mommy
Dah-day = Daddy (I don't know why, but he suddenly developed an accent on us)
Bao Bao = Hug (Strange - Neither Matt or myself speak mandarin - perhaps too much
Kai Lan?)
Chu-ruck! Haaaah! Chu-rayyyy! = Truck! Car! Train! (Must yell loudly and wave arms when spotting one of these)
Ta-ta, Pee pee, Noh-noh, Jaaays, Hun-ee, Emee, Ha-oh, Eh-Hwa = Thomas, Percy, Gordon, James, Henry, Emily, Harold, Edward
After a while, it gets a bit one-sided. Yup, he likes to talk about trains...most specifically,
Thomas the Tank Engine trains. He's obsessed. I can't tell the trains apart, but he knows them all on sight. He even takes his two little die-cast trains to sleep with him and asks me to kiss them goodnight. I've even caught him giving his trains some food and drink.
Oh well, at least he's talking. We were a little worried there for a while.