Dis

Dis. I spend most of my day answering the question of "dis". Jack wakes up, points to his animals on the wall and says, "dis?". He gets out of his cribs, points to pictures and says, "dis?" He knows what they are, who they are and what they do. We go over it every single day, multiple times a day. We walk around the house, turning on lights, making breakfast and answering all of the various "dis?". It never gets old. Dis? Everything. The only variance of the day is when he finds a pair of shoes, or "shos". Than it is, "Dis? Shos." and than he points to every pair of shoes he can find and tell me that they are "shos". When Ryan comes home it changes to "Dadeeeeeeeeey, dis?dis? dadeeeeeeeeey." Jack hasn't quite figured out how to use the levels of his voice, so "Daddy" is more of a yelling dadeeeeeeeeeeeey. It is an especially exciting day when Jack notices that his dad has his shoes on still. Than is it " Dadeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Shos! Shos! Dis! Shos!"

I am sure there are many more days to come of answering questions. My little man is so inquisitive and just wants to know everything. His little face is full of question and his sincere "dis?" must be answered.

What do I love?




Dis.