Really?

Faelan now informs me "It's hard for me to nurse" when we're in an awkward position.

In his sleep this morning, he said "Yep. Yep, it's cold. I need cold. It's cold."

If we say "Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?" He says "Yes sir, yes sir, sir sir sir." He can go right to the end of that one in a similar manner. "One for aster, one for for for, one for boy live down lane." I think he's trying so hard to say it fast and in the right rhythm that he can't get all the right words in. He also likes to recite "Georgy Porgy," which is emotionally rich for him, and a somewhat scrambled section from Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb: "Good bye Jack. Goodbye Jake. Dum ditty Dum ditty Whack! Whack! Whack!"

We have a book of animal fables from the library out right now. Last night Faelan said "Let's read about stork," so we read The Fox and the Stork. Then it was "let's read about fox," so we read The Fox and the Crow. Then "let's read town mouse country mouse," so that's what we read.