Baby smack talk

In the last week, Zeke has all of a sudden started talking. I don't mean actual intelligible speech, but he has discovered that he has a voice and can make noise if he chooses to. And he chooses to. Yesterday we were hanging out watching the game (*sniff*) and Zeke was chilling out in Jason's lap, adding his own commentary. "Heeaahooo." "Hmmnnneee." It's outrageously cute.

Jason wondered aloud, "What do you think he's saying? Maybe he's trying to tell us something."

"Maybe. Maybe he's trying to talk some smack to us."

"Hnnoooo," said Zeke.

Jason translated: "You call that a bottle? It smells like you mixed that bottle in your ass!"

"Mhoooaaa," Zeke added.

"Who taught you how to put outfits together? Do you really think this onesie goes with these pants?!? I look like a moron!"

Zeke smiled broadly. "Hmheeo."

I think we're on to him.