Bye bye, Emmett. :(

Tonight at bedtime, Desmond was improvising a little dialogue between himself and Biggest Bear. He gave Biggest Bear a kiss, and Biggest Bear said, "That was a really nice kiss, Desmond."

::record scratch::

Who?

So I asked Desmond what his name was. For a year or so, the answer has been "Emmen" or "Emment." But not tonight. He said quite clearly, "Desmond. Desmond Cooey."

Between this and his asking me to "open" something instead of "opum" it two weeks ago, I think our cute toddlerisms are slowly but surely on their way to being replaced with properly-pronounced words.

He still says "biiiiikggcshchk" and "frokggschchk" and "bookggschchk," though, so I guess we'll be enjoying that while it lasts.