Another language post. This one is too good to keep for the next list.
MHH is having his boys over tonight for a Chanuka chagiga. I was in the kitchen baking cookies for this event, with Barak in his high chair eating lunch, watching, and waiting. He wanted to make sure there was going to be a cookie coming his way. Transcript of conversation follows.
"They're cookies. Is Imma making cookies?"
"Imma make a cookies?"
"Yeah, I'm making cookies. I'm making cookies for the boys."
Pause while Barak considers this.
"Make a cookies Hakim?" [Hakim is our upstairs neighbor, also aged 2 1/2.)
"No, I'm making cookies for Abba's boys."
"I'm a boy!"
Sentences. Real sentences. More of them every day. The baby talk is fading and real talking is taking its place. It's good, of course, but also just a little bit sad... today for the first time, I heard Barak pronounce "in there," not "innair" as he's been saying for months.
Bit by bit, he's growing up.