And why is that because?

Noah's language is great. He talks about everything and remembers things also. He talks to himself sometimes. He sings to himself. And he tells us exactly what to do. Today, he insisted that I sit with my legs straight out, my arms both straight and outstretched, and he wanted to sit on my lap and my arms that way. (He wanted to be held like a baby, which is common lately). Anyway, he asks so many questions, really wanting to know, and sometimes we just sing "because, because because". The other day he wanted to know why something or other was the way it was, and he asked "why is that because?"

Why is that girl smiling? Why is that sign blue? Why is it a long line? (because everyone wants to get pizza) Why does everyone want to get pizza? (because it is good.) Why is it good? Why did the man say the music is too loud? (because it's too loud)...

Also, we were talking about fruit flies. He said their paws are so teeny tiny you can't even see them.

Any sound I make, out of surprise or disappointment or anything, will lead to a question. "Why mama say 'argh!'?" or "why mama say 'huh!' like that?" or "woah!" or any expression of surprise or impending danger. Even if I spill something and I say "oops", there is a question about why.

The other day I suggested that we play hide-and-seek with his giraffe, GirGir. Actually, it was more like I suggested that I hide GirGir somewhere and he would try and find him. He didn't like that but instead wanted to be the one to hide GirGir. He closed the door of his room so he could do it. Then he said he was ready. He was laughing and laughing. And pointing to where he hid him, and said, "That's where I put him!" I tried to explain that I was going to guess and look, and he shouldn't tell me. We did it again, and he was laughing so hard, and he pointed again. (Also, keep in mind that he didn't exactly 'hide' GirGir, because he was right on his bed. Or right behind his chair. Or even on the chair.) Anyway, it was the funniest thing to him. And me too, because he thought it was so funny. We did this for 15 or 20 times or something, and then he said GirGir wanted a turn to hide himself. So we closed the door and GirGir was in the room by himself. Doesn't make sense, but still so so soooo funny.

GirGir in the middle of the room, laying on a book = funny.

Noah still can't say the letters R or L. The other night we had ravioli. Or rather, we had awee oyee. Our plum trees in the front yard have many poems that are falling when they get ripe. And he told me the other day that he really loves Daddy a bunch. So much he loves Daddy, all day long, all the way to the earth. That's how much!