The talking is NON stop these days. Full sentences. I still have to translate a lot of it for other people and there is still some that we have no idea what he is saying.
Carson inherited Daddy's supersonic hearing. Ultra-sensitive ears that pick up anything and everything. To both of them, everything is "noisy".
"Mommy, truck noisy"
"Mommy, Jackson noisy"
"Mommy, whistle noisy"
And last night, as he was laying on his changing table, getting dressed into pj's, he let one rip. I mean a really loud, reverberating toot that made me jump.
He looked at me, "Mommy, my bottom noisy."