This morning when I walked in to baby E's room, he was crying a bit. I don't think he was ready to wake up, but the kid's noise made it happen anyway (that and his diaper leaking - which only happens when we don't use the wool covers). As soon as he saw me, he stopped crying, cocked his head to the side, fluttered his lashes sweetly, and said (with words and signs) "milp-mease" ("milk please"). I assured him he would get some milp-mease once we were both dressed, which seemed to satisfy him.
Fast forward about 20minutes to both of us being dressed and ready for the day. I was in the kitchen, getting the breastmilk thawed. Baby E was at my feet, clinging to my leg, repeating "milp-mease" over and over. Finally we were all ready and I sat down to nurse. He climbed in to my lap, grinning and yelled, "MILP-MEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeshhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!". Then he nursed, with enthusiasm.
He popped off a few times to tell me one thing or another ("the kid, outside" or "Nonah [Jonah, the dog] s[l]eeping"). And then he popped off again. He sat up and said "all done". Then he looked at my breast, then at me, then back at my breast and said "bye bye, milp-mease. Me all done" and pulled my shirt down. I laughed and laughed. Then he grinned his impish little grin and took off running. Though he did stop a couple of times, grin and say again, "bye bye milp-mease".
Today's Lesson: It is so fun to see your kids' personalities really start to erupt. My kids are funny. And I so appreciate that about them.