Ike

Isaac understands everything we say, but still has a hard time communicating himself. He has the right tone to things, but leaves out a lot of the consonants, so we end up guessing a lot of the time until he says we are right.

Tonight, as Ike and I were making cookies, I started to chat with him.
Me: Do you love that? (as he's licking a spoon with batter)
Ike: YA!
Me: Do you love the cherries?
Ike: YA!
Me: Do you love pickles? (This went on- pb & j sandwiches, peppers, carrots, avocado...)
Ike responding to each one: YA!
Me: Do you love .... Um......
Ike: Shooosh.
Me: Oh. Do you love juice?
Ike: YA!
Me: Do you love....?
Ike: (mouth full of batter at this point) sheesh.
Me: What?
Ike: (doing the baby sign for cheese) sheesh.
Me: Do you love cheese?
Ike: YA!

The End. I know that's not the greatest story written down, but I'll remember how it looked. :)