there is only one word that carter does not yet say: little. he still signs that. everything else? constant monologue. whatever he hears, he says.

ava: "carter! see the otter signs?!" (referencing the wild center signs that have an otter on them).

carter: "mommy! daddy! otter signs!"

my favorite was when we were waiting for our (gulp, ugh, i hate this...) cheeseburgers at mcdonalds in the drive through line--referring to the car in front of us:

"mommy, this car, go?"

or, referring to ava's skate coach:

"lorna teach me?"

in one short month, we have gone from nothing to sentences. superb.