Uh-Oh!

Peyton is nearing his toddler years, which makes me sad because I truly enjoyed him as a baby (especially from five-eight months — prior to him crawling like a fiend). I am amazed at how much he’s grown and I have to start reminding myself that he’s a little person now who can start understanding me.

Now, I talk to him all the time, asking him how his day was after I pick him up from daycare.  When I feed him, I’ll point to myself and say, “Mama.” He usually just stares at me blankly. Yesterday, as we walked into the house, I dropped something and said, “Uh-oh.” Peyton looked down and said, “Uh-oh.” I did a double-take.

“Uh-oh,” I said again.

“Uh-oh,” he repeated. Then he didn’t do it again.

A few minutes later, he said it while he was playing. When the hub came home, I declared, “Peyton said his first word!!!” Peyton said it several times last night at dinner (I got it on videotape) and after his bath. Then he greeted me this morning from his crib with, “Uh-oh!”

It’s pretty adorable. But like the hub said, “Yeah, until he starts saying it all the damn time and we get sick of it.” Or — as I realized today in the car driving in traffic — until he starts repeating everything we say and we have to REALLY watch what we say.