Carter suddenly has a lot to say these days. He's always been pretty quiet, but for the past several weeks it's a constant stream of "da-da-da-na-ga-da-da-da" and the like. In fact, I think his burgeoning vocabulary now contains three distinct words - "dada," which he may or may not actually connect to my husband, "mama," which I have still only heard twice, both while he was upset, and "duck." The latter still has the "ck" sound missing, so it's really "duh," but I think it counts.
Case in point: he was in the bath two nights ago, gnawing on his beloved rubber duck and softly saying "duh-duh-duh-duh" over and over. I pointed to the duck and said "DUCK." He looked up at me with a huge grin that had to mean "SHE UNDERSTANDS ME!" Then he looked back down at the duck and said "DUH."
Look out, Harvard class of 2031 - here comes The RooRoo!