Bonk

November 20, 2011
Cole has picked up a new word in his vocabulary. Which is good because up until this past month we were worried he'd never learn talk. Most of the time the things he babbles are only discernible to me, Jeff, and sometimes Pearl, but he is trying.

His latest word is "bonk" as in I bonked my head, I bonked my bum, I bonked any body part that he's managed to clobber into a wall, the couch as he's jumping off it, or his face as he trips over something he drug out of the closet. Not to be confused with "bum" which sounds awfully close to "bonk" to tell me he needs his diaper changed (or that he's farted... he's still learning the difference between a fart and a well, you get the idea).

Tonight the bonk was bad enough that he didn't even try to say his new word. There was just a lot of screaming and some blood. In the excitement of sweeping the floor with a pint-sized broom Jeff made for him - the kid is obsessed with cleaning tools like brooms, vacuums, mops, etc - he walked straight into a corner of the window sill. Which happens to sit just about eye level. But after a band aid and a hug from Dad, he was back to his sweeping.