What's going on in that head of yours?

Baby Zog seems to have reached a new level of cognition recently. He makes believe like James Cameron and tells stories like Aesop. More than ever I wish I could order a transcript from his daily thoughts. We were riding in the car on Sunday and he started to laugh. I mean deep, wonderful belly laughs. I asked him what was so funny and it turned out he was recalling something funny he had seen hours earlier and reliving it in his mind. To my knowledge, he's never done that before. "Mr. Noodle had to give Elmo a tissue!" he yelled while continuing to laugh. It seems that thinking about this skit was just as funny to him as actually watching it.

Toddlers are such amazing creatures.

This morning, he woke up ready with a rambling monologue of a story: "Mommy, I hear a doggie. The doggie talked to the kitty. The kitty saw a bunny. The kitty pushed the bunny. Not nice to push. Not nice kitty! Kitty goes to timeout. It's okay kitty, it's okay. Kitty needs to hug bunny. I hug Grover. Okay, time to change my diaper, Mommy!" I just stood there nodding and thinking, "Oh wow, here we go..."