Good with words

Luke is getting more articulate by the day. Often we are amazed of how fast those wheels in his little mind are turning. He loves parroting what we say and imitating our every move, but sometimes he puts the pieces together and communicate in ways that exhibit profund imagination. Many times we are refreshed and amazed to experience the world through a toddler's eyes.

A few weeks ago, Luke came down with a cold. He had a fever and experienced chills for the very first time in his life. As I was wrapping him up in blankets and holding him in my arms to keep him warm, his inquisitive mind overcame physical discomfort and Luke asked me, in pure innocence and with his shaky, purply lips, "mommy mommy, why is my mouth moving so fast?" "mommy, my tongue is dancing in my mouth!" I felt so bad for Luke that he was so sick, but on the other hand, I was really impressed by his ability to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

He has also been getting specific with his "instructions." For instance, he has recently gotten into the bad habit of calling us in to his room after we put him down to sleep. He would call out "Mommy, come here!" or "Daddy, come here!" which we mostly ignored in hopes that he would "get the message" and go to sleep. But apparently, he took the neglect as our incapability to grasp what it means for us to go into his room. Then instructions would follow, in his loudest volume and clearest pronunciation possible, "Mommy/Daddy, you turn the door handle and open the door. Then you come in and you come to Luke's bed!"

Other recent Luke-isms:
uh-uh, we don't do that. I dont' think so. (his self-help prep talk that occurs after he did a no-no he knows he shouldn't be doing)
Mommy don't say no. Yes, say yes! (his motivational speaker alter-ego comes through whenever we tell him not to get into certain mischief)
You wait right here. I will be RIGHT back!
Hello sky (or sun, moon, stars etc.)! My name is Luke. How are you? I am fine.
Flynn, don't throw! (Luke belted out the order, full of indignance, the one time HE didn't throw toys while his friend did)
Hello! Have a nice day! (His greeting to the guards at our condo or to the taxi driver)
Um...Luke's favorite [pumpkin, peanut butter sandwich, bus, taxi, etc.] It's my favorite. (Reiteration so that you won't miss the point)
Come on! You can do it! (yep, it's that motivational speaker again...)