EDIT: I just found this post that I never actually posted and it was so nice to read I thought I would actually post it instead of leaving it in my drafts. So, here it is:
Our first official family vacation (almost-Newman stayed here).
So we took Keegan to Nova Scotia and Newfoundland this summer for a brief visit to our old stomping grounds. We took the red eye to Montreal before transferring planes to take us the rest of the way to Halifax. Overall, I would say he did great on all the flights and I don't think too many people got off the plane complaining they were seated near a baby because he was squirmy for us but fairly quiet overall. Phew!
My little trooper.
And while we were there, this little person started speaking! I couldn't believe it. We went to a water park in Halifax with my brother and he had a great time watching the trucks on the road. Yeah, couldn't be bothered with the playground or the park or anything that all the other kids were all over. Nope, it was garbage day and there was a big truck doing interesting things on a busy street that required his undivided attention. Such a boy. Then we were piling everyone into the car to go home and I asked him (as I have done a million times before) if he wanted a snack. His choices were banana, cranberries, granola, or crackers. Suddenly, as plain as day, he says, "cracker". WHAT?! Yes! Take all the crackers! Here! Have them all! Did you hear that?!? He said, "cracker!" Ahhh!! Mind you, he has said a couple words before but this was the first time that he asked for something specific. The first time he made a choice when presented with options. It was amazing. I am so proud!
Then it spread like wildfire.
By the end of the week he was saying all sorts of words that were ranging in clarity but my favorite (aside from "mommy" of course) was thunder. My brother taught him that word. He was stomping his feet and saying, "Listen! Thunder!" Keegan responds with wide eyed wonder, "Nunder!" haha. The best.
After showing off this new word he became confused that every loud noise was "nunder". Then mommy would laugh saying, "no, that's not thunder" which led to more words, "no it's not". Wow. This is amazing! What a language explosion!
Ok, back to the vacation. Yeah, it was great times. We went to the waterfront, he went on his first boat ride in Halifax to Dartmouth and back again. He loved it! Of course!
He had his first taste of lobster (he liked the legs) and squid (there was none left for anyone else) and ate copious amounts of halibut. We returned from our trip with the shiniest hair and greatest nails from all the omega 3 I am sure.
He played with his cousins which filled my heart with the most intense joy. I want this for him all the time, not just once in a while when we make the journey to visit. It takes a village and my favorite village isn't a short drive away.
