Bad, Bad, Bad Floor

Ike is becoming more of a little person every day. He definitely knows what he does and doesn't want, and his personality is more pronounced than ever (like when he wants to wear shoes and a winter hat with his diaper when it's 105 degrees outside).

He's adding more signs faster than Joe and I can learn them, and he's talking, too. Last weekend, he walked up to me (he's walking now ... since about a week after his birthday), and signed "hurt." I asked him, "What hurts?" Since he thinks that this means "What hurt you?" As opposed to "What part of you hurts?" He pointed over toward the dining room. I said, "Something over there hurt you?" He said, "Yeah." So I said, "Do you want to show me?"
"Yeah."
"Can you walk over there?"
He shook his head no.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"Yeah."
So I picked him up and he pointed where we needed to go. He led me to the door between the dining room and kitchen and said, "Yeah." So I put him down and he crouched down and touched the threshold between the two rooms that bridges the linoleum and hardwood, and said, "Yeah."

"This hurt you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Did you trip on it?"
"Yeah."
"And you fell?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it looks like you're okay now, right?"
"Yeee-aa."

Then he took my hand and led me in a circle around the dining room. Then a smaller circle, then a smaller one, and then a smaller one. We walked in progressively smaller circles until we couldn't do any more. Ike crouched down and looked at the floor very closely, found a spot and put his finger on it and said ... anyone? ... "Yeah."
I said, "Did you fall right here?"
"Yeah," and pointed at the spot again.
"Right there? On that spot?"
"Yeah."

He looked closer and found another spot about six inches away, then put his finger on it.
"You fell there too?"
"Yeah."
"But you're okay now, I think."
"Yee-aa."

This went on for, literally, at least 10 minutes. I asked if that's where he fell, he said yeah, I said I think you're okay, and he pointed at one of the two spots and said yeah.

He does say more words than yeah, even though that's his word of choice right now. He still prefers to sign, but he's got a pretty big vocabulary. I think he said, "water," this morning. And he said, "Seamus," twice the other night, but hasn't since.

And, yesterday, I left him in his high chair while I went downstairs to switch the laundry over to the dryer and I heard: "Bad, bad, bad dog! Noooo!" Any ideas about what he hears most often recently? When I got upstairs the dogs were sound asleep under the table. Turns out Ike was just practicing.