I found a cowboy hat and some chaps the other day for Conor. This is perfect because we're working on a new music video called, "Pearl Handled Pistols" and I needed a cowboy outfit for him. I got it at Crazy 8 and it was must have been a Halloween leftover. Sweeet. I wrote a western song a dozen years ago and Conor loves this song. He recently learned the word, 'hat'. And in the song I say, "I do not wear a 10 gallon hat, i doubt if this will ever change." And every time he hears the song, he picks out that one word, "hat" that he knows and shouts it out and grins. It's the funniest dang thing.
Conor's now 13 months and is just learning to talk. He says a lot of gibberish but not really much more than ma ma and da da. Except the last couple of weeks. He learned 'hat' one day and that word has stuck with him for some reason. He knows 'cat' from when he was in Ireland two weeks ago. He says 'no' and shakes his head until you think it's going to fall off. But this morning, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and Conor crawled into the dog's crate while the dog was outside. He then looked through the mesh top and said, "Hi Dad!" I could hardly believe my ears. He laughed and crawled back out of the dog crate.
Here he is saying, 'hello' and your guess is as good as mine on the other phrase. Almost sounds like 'How are ya?' But that would be a little too advanced, I think.