Sermon on the Stairs

Mr. Griffin has a lot to say these days. The other day as we were going downstairs for breakfast he stopped at the top of the stairs and decided not to follow me down. While I went into the kitchen and started to get breakfast ready, he stood at the top of the stairs, holding on to the sides of the baby gate, and proceeded to preach some sort of sermon or something. Or tell a really long, energetic story.  In complete baby talk. Though at one point I think I heard something resembling "Christie!" - in the same tone that his dad uses to call me- calling me to make sure I was listening to him. He's now 16 1/2 months old and doesn't really talk yet, but we think we're hearing the beginnings of a few words. He's getting "dada" more directed to Steve than before, I'm pretty sure he means it now. And he babbles "mama" randomly a lot, but sometimes he does seem to point it to me. I think "go" might be his first official word- he definitely says "go go go" and goes over to the stroller by the door if he wants to go outside. And I think he's trying to say "ball" when he says "ba" and I think he means "truck" when he looks at a truck and says "uck," and the nanny thinks he's trying to tell the dogs to settle down when they play rowdy when he says something that barely resembles "stop!" So we'll see-  my guess is that once he starts to get those words in order, there will be no stopping him and all that he has to say!