No a-speaka the en-ga-laysh.

Again, my apologies for the posting delay. This every-weekend-posting-thing is harder to keep up on that I had originally thought when I made that vow. Plus, this mommy got some mommy time with her other mommy (and non-mommy) friends last weekend. Needless to say, I was DER-UNK! Holla! Anyway, moving along...

Though my little Moose (that's 16 month old Jericho, for those of you who are not up to date on the Blecha family lingity) was walking pretty early on (8 months), it has taken him more than a little while longer (the entire 16 months) to learn how to use that pie-hole on the front of his chubby little head. But never fear, that time is finally upon us.
Jericho now has a very limited vocabulary that is evolving everyday. Kind of. If you speak the language.
For weeks, I had been telling my husband that I thought that Jericho was talking, but that we just weren't understanding him. And my wonderful husband, who always looks at me like I'm crazy (seriously - always), would just nod and tell me how "nice" that was. This mommy is a big believer in the fact that no one will ever make you out to be a bigger liar than your own children. Every time your child(ren) does something noteworthy, rest assured they will never do it on command or within anyone else's line of site. This especially applies after you've told everyone you know about their latest feat.
For example, the other day I was playing with Moose in his room and I handed him a small ball. "Ball," I repeated several times to him. "Baw" he replied back. "Baw, baw" he said several more times. Yes, I know that the kid didn't say "ball", but I'm just damn sure he still knew what he was saying. He's 16 months after all, let's give the kid a break on his diction. But sure as sh*t, as soon as I yelled for Joel and repeated "Ball, Jericho - ball," back to him, he just stared at me blankly and my husband sighed as he slowly turned back around, surely wondering why he had just rushed to see whatever I thought had just happened. This is a fairly regular occurrence in our home. But as far as I can tell, here is a list of Jericho's vocab so far:
Baw = ball
Dadada = dad
Mom-mom = mom
Aw doe = all done
Up = tell me I don't seriously have to type that one out for you...
En too = which I say is 'thank you', but no one else seems to get
Eh (with hands out-stretched) = which means 'give me my damn binky'
Pew-poe = which is what his daycare lady swears he said in response to her repeating "purple" to the kids the other day. Oh-kaaaay, whatever you say, lady. (Just kidding, Isabel.)

No one else ever, EVER hears him say the majority of these (aside from Isabel and her crazy "purple" ranting) and many would swear by the fact that I'm justifiably crazy with all of the things that I "hear".
So the other morning I was trying to show Joel that Jericho knows what we're talking about, even if he doesn't say it (because he does - I might note - point all the time). So I'm holding Jericho, and Joel and Roxy, our dog, are sitting on the bed and I'm bound and determined that I'm going to get Jericho to point to that damn dog before I leave the room. So I'm repeating "Jericho, dog? Jericho, where's the dog?" I continue to repeat myself 3 or 4 more times and I'll be damned if Jericho doesn't look right at me, then at the dog, point and say "da dawg?" Sweet vindication! Stick that in your back pocket, haters! But of course, now that Joel and I have both seen it, he won't say if for another living soul. Figures.
I might also note that Jocelyn can now recite the Preamble to the Constitution. No. Of course she can't. But if I'm going to make up accomplishments, they're sure as hell gonna be good ones.