Lincoln-isms and my finer assets

Lincoln and I walk back and forth to the elementary school three times a day, so we get a lot of quality time together walking and "talking." We are absolutely thrilled with how he is progressing with his speech. He has started really attempting to repeat the things we say and he often uses two and three word phrases these days. His speech therapist is one of his favorite people on the planet (he talks about Aimee incessantly, especially on Fridays, the day she comes.) She is also really impressed with his progress.

Lincoln is so funny on these daily treks to and from the school. He is obsessed with putting all the landscaping rocks that have been knocked onto the sidewalk back into place. He also insists on picking every single dandelion he sees for me (he says, "Mommy wa-woo"-- Mommy flower.) But my favorite little thing he does is walk in the grass. Mainly because of his pronunciation. He tends to drop the first consonants in many words. The speech therapist isn't worried about that now, we are just focusing on getting him to say anything at this point. So the other day we were walking along and he really wanted me to walk on the grass with him. I thought it was pretty hysterical and wondered what any people walking by thought when they heard him say, "Mommy ass, Mommy ass" all the way home from the school.