Diapers and dancing

Brand new words, brand new concepts, brand new ways to communicate:

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This morning, minutes after I'd come into his room, Isaac turned to me and said, "Poopy diaper."

I wasn't sure I had heard him right. He doesn't make many adjective-noun pairings on his own. Also, I don't think he had ever said the word "poopy" before. In fact, he seldom says anything about his diaper, except with prompting. (For example, when asked, "Where does Mama put the dirty diaper?" he'll answer, "Garbage." Or if you ask, "Where does Isaac pee?" he'll say, "Diaper.")

"Do you have a poopy diaper?" I asked. I expected him to deny it, as he always does when we have a suspicion and inquire as to the state of his diaper.

"Yeah," he said. And he was right!

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Later in the day, while he was on the changing table (really, there's a lot more to our day than diaper changes), he pointed at the shelf behind him and said something that started with M.

"Did you say monkey?" I asked, knowing that wasn't correct but hoping to start a dialog.

"No," he said, somewhat scornfully.

Usually he asks to hold a CD case while his diaper is being changed (especially one he calls peek-a-boo, which has a picture of a baby that pulls out), but although he was pointing toward the CDs, he obviously wasn't saying CD. Then I remembered I had in fact played a CD during the previous diaper change.

"Are you saying music?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he said.

He really likes to listen to music, but I'd never heard him say the word before. So I played a little "Wabash Cannonball" courtesy of Dan Zanes, and after Isaac was dressed I helped him stand on the changing table, I held his hands (firmly!), and we danced. I'd never seen him dance before, either. It was sweet.