Earlier today, The Boy decided that he wanted to test his lungs out. It was really cute and actually kind of funny - he stood in his jumparoo and just shouted. He wasn't angry, he wasn't hungry, he wasn't upset; he just felt like yelling. Just a whole bunch of "YAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and "mmmMMMMMMMmmmMMM!" and "OOOOOOOOooOOOOOO!" The Wife brought him inside the bedroom, where I was convalescing, and he decided to scream some more.
The interesting part of it was that he was really responsive: I would say something to him, he would shout back at me, then say something, then shout at me, etc. All the while, he had his big, gorgeous, gummy smile at me.
He's got a nice voice - it's resonant and clear. I think he's going to be a great lead singer when he's older - at least, I hope he does. I know that we have enough basses (me & my father) in the family. We need some leads and baritones. Then, the family quartet would be closer to complete...
The moral of the story, I guess, is that it's interesting when the baby is starting to learn about verbal communication. He does say "mamamamamamamamama" often, even though he doesn't know what it means yet. I'm interested to see where he's going with this - how he's going to learn to talk.