Our house is bustling with the ramblings of Mr. Joe Armon. We have mama, dada, baba and what sounds super similar to doggie. I don't think he knows that I am mama and Rick is dada, but I said to him "where's the doggie?" And he looked right at Phoebe and said daaaahhhey. So smart.
Our house is also full of constant reminders to Joe about what we do and do not eat. Joey we don't eat Phoebe; Joey we don't eat envelopes; Joey we don't eat dog food; Joey we don't eat toilets, lint, socks, diapers...etc etc etc.
This (along with his desire to rip all Phoebe's hair out and pull her tail) has led to our first task at discipline. I never imagined I would try to discipline my 11 month old, but like I told Rick last night, its just like training a puppy. You have to be consistent and you have to be firm. Phoebe knows when I say "go potty," that she is to go potty. And that came from me being consistent in my tone and voice and repeating the same phrase everytime, "Phoebe go potty." So, little puppy Joe's phrase is "Joey, no!" And you stare and you take his hand off of whatever his is trying to destroy or maim. He will test us and try to do it again, but I am actually quite shocked at how effective it is. He knows we are serious and sometimes it pisses him off, but I have a feeling laying this foundation will be the best thing we ever do.
I can't believe how far we have come as a family and how far Joey has come in the last 11 months. I can't even believe his birthday is a month away. My tiny burrito man is slowly but surely becoming a real person. Its so fun, these days are so so fun with him.
Here is the latest and probably best development to date....Joey's endzone dance!!!