Friday, August 7, 2009

"Bus"

I think this is, officially, Sam's first word. I first remember hearing it when we were in Washington, DC when we drove into town to visit Elise's cousin Nick. We drove down Pennsylvania Ave. and as we passed all the tourist busses, Sam pointed out the window and said, "Bus". He perfected it on our recent trip to Cheney, WA. On the way to Starbucks from Irene Place we passed the school bus yard and, every time, Sam would point out the window and say, "Bus."

Now he says it all the time. He just walks around the house saying, "Bus bus bus." He enunciates each sound with such precision, "B uu ssss". In a restaurant in Cannon Beach, Oregon there was a stuffed moose sitting in a chair in the waiting area. There, I taught him how to say, "moose". Sam says "moose" the same way he says "bus", with the same pride. He delights in wrapping his lips around the sounds that mean something. Though I'm not sure if he saw a moose walking down the street he would point and say "moose", whereas when a bus drives down the street, he most definitely points and says, "Bus". (it goes without saying that there aren't really very many--or any--moose in Florida)

I know this blog lacks something without audio, so I will endeavor to capture the hallowed word on tape or video to post here for posterity...

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