Recent conversations with Franklin

This is how we get Franklin to eat something green . . . 

Like father . . . 

. . . . . like son.  Franklin fell asleep on his toast after church

As this is by default Franklin's baby journal, I want to post some of the things he's been saying lately.  We are not sure why he is so verbal.  We planned on him being slower than the girls, but I actually think he is ahead of where they were at this age.  We haven't read to him more or let him watch TV less but he has 2 big sisters to listen to.

Early Saturday morning he got up before everyone else and I was rocking him in the hopes that he would go back to sleep.  He would raise his head from my shoulder to ask me these questions.
Franklin:  "Daddy, gone?"
Me:  "No, Daddy's sleeping"
Franklin:  "Daddy, work?"
Me:  "No, Daddy's sleeping."
Franklin:  "Daddy sleeping."
Me:  "yes"
Franklin:  "Amy house, play trucks?"
Me:  "No, not today, we can't go to Amy's house."  (she has 2 boys and a bin of trucks, Franklin has spent 2 blissful mornings there recently and asks regularly to go, even getting his shoes on and trying to leave by himself.)
He continued to ask a dozen 2 word questions, but I have forgotten the details.  It was quite a lovely dawn conversation.

At 4am Christmas morning, he woke up crying and I picked him up out of his crib, he asked for his milk, so we headed to the kitchen.  I knew I could not sit with him in the living room which was full of toys, some wrapped and some not.  Another problem was that there was a bike hiding in the kitchen, but  I hoped he wouldn't notice it.  He had his head on my shoulder and he sat up and said "look, bike."  When I ignored him he said "mom, look bike!".  So I had to acknowledge it!  Thankfully he went back to sleep.


Later Christmas day I could hear him whining from the table.
Franklin:  "Fall down, koclate milk!  Fall down, koclate milk!"  He had spilled his (now cold) mug of hot chocolate he had tried to reach.  Somehow it had not all spilled and he was taking drinks in between exclamations.  So funny.

Today he overheard me tell the girls if they made their beds, they could then watch a show on TV.  After a few minutes, he ran into the kitchen from the living room and said:
"Mom, where da mote?"  (remote)
I was so surprised, I asked him "did you just ask me for the remote?!"
He gave his new favorite answer to everything "no please!"