Clarchgh!
This morning as I gathered my work things together Harvey and Dan were hard at play around the grandfather clock. Harvey was fascinated first by the chimes, and then by the hands. He kept pointing and saying "Da" which is his default word for everything, and Dan kept saying "clock."
"Da!"
"Clock."
"Da!"
"Clock."
I left the house thinking to myself, "I sure do love those boys."
I put my bags in the car, started the engine, and then heard Dan yelling from inside:
"Leah! Leah! Harvey just said 'Clock.'"
No he didn't, I though. You've got to be kidding me.
Harvey has two recognizable words these days: Dah for Dog, and Bah for Ball. He'll say Dada and Mama sometimes but not very reliable, and otherwise it's just Da with pointing all the time, in a general indication of "I want THAT!"
So I wanted to hear this multi-consonant miracle for myself. I ran up on the porch and Dan was saying, "Say clock again. Say clock." And Harvey looked at us both blankly, waited, and then with a triumphant look on his face said, "Clargh!"
That little boy. He's just a bundle of amazement. His dad's pretty impressive too.