These are some things that Scotty can say now:
He says "Mahmah", for "Mama", "lawnmower" and "watermelon".
He also says "Ta" for "dance" and for either "touch or take"
He says "eeya" for "tortilla" and "ees" for "cheese".
He says "baba" for "car transporter"; "bee" for "bib"; and "buh" for "bug" and "bird"
He says "lala" for "banana" and "water" and he says "ant" for "elephant" and "pee" for "guinea pig".
He says "asss" for "ants"; "ox" for "rocks"; and "assh" for "grass".
He says "ap" for "nap" and "bah" for "box"; "abu" for both "abuelito" and "bear".
He puffs the "p" for "playdough" and hisses as his word for "snake".
"Dah" is for Dog, "Sah" is for Scrappy and Jack and for his own name Scotty. I'm sure there are other things he can say, but this is all I can remember for now.
While we were in Tucson the past two weeks, there were two things that Scotty was very entranced with.
One was the lawnmower. He absolutely LOVED seeing the push lawnmower in action and when it was put away in the shed, there was nothing he loved more than going over to the shed and standing at the door of the shed and admiring the lawnmower inside. He would stand at the door of the shed, pointing at the lawnmower and making sounds that sounded like "there it IS!!!!!!!" Sometimes he would shriek "mahmah" with such happiness. There was a pile of flat stones just outside the shed and he loved to sit with me on those stones and just look at the lawnmower while I talked about how the lawnmower cuts the grass.
The other thing he was very entranced with was a mini-loader machine that some neighbors across the street have. One day I heard a lot of noise coming from across the street and noticed that the mini-loader was working in the driveway right directly across the street from Rebeca's house. So, I opened the front door so that we could watch the mini-loader working. Scotty was too afraid to stand by himself at the front door because of how loud the mini-loader was, but he was perfectly fine being at the door while I held him in my arms. We stood there and watched the mini-loader move rocks along the across-street neighbor's driveway, dump them in the driveway and then smooth the rocks out. When the mini-loader was finished working out there, we talked about what the mini-loader had been doing And for the rest of that day and for days later, Scotty would hold up his little toy mini-loader, point at the front door and I would tell him again the story about how the mini-loader was working across the street. A story he never, ever tired of hearing.
And finally, we love the bedtime routine that Rebeca and Scotty have going. She announces it's time to put his toys away and he goes around putting all his toys away! He puts all his trucks in a special place by his slide, making sure each truck is side-by-side and tucked away neatly. He puts all his books in their boxes, he puts his popper and his walker in their usual spot and anything else that may be out of place, he puts it back where he remembers it should be. Then Rebeca asks him if he likes how everything is put away and if the room looks good. When he seems satisfied, she turns out the light to the room and now it's time for him to get into the tub. Rebeca says, "Time to get in the tee-ub!" (She draws out the word tub so cutely). Then she says, "Tee-ub, Tee-ub, Tee-ub!!" And Scotty toddles right over to the bathroom. I mean it, it's the cutest sight in the world!