Ball

Ignacio seriously loves the word "ball" and he literally wakes up saying it and goes to bed saying it. If someone comes over the first thing out of his mouth is "ball" and he can go from wailing to seeing a ball and the tears stop and "ball" comes flying out of his mouth. And he doesn't just say it once. Ignacio says ball probably, and I am not kidding here, over 200 times a day. Since his obsession with balls started a few weeks ago he has shown me a whole new world, where anything can become a ball. It is like his brain is wired to see balls everywhere. I feel like I am in a "Where's Waldo" book only I am constantly trying to see what he is seeing that is making him say "ball" over and over again. The following is a list of items that, before Ignacio, I never would have noticed look like balls:

The red cement figures on the pavement in front of Target stores
The light fixture in the cafe at the zoo
My sister's boob
The chandelier at the chinese restaurant
The post on a railing
The eyes of a frog
The toys in the monkey cages at the zoo and the list could go on and on.........

Today at the zoo he said his other favorite word as we looked at the majestic female lion perched on top of a rock behind the glass..."kitty!!!" For a moment I thought, "I should correct him and say "leon" so that he knows what animal it really is." Instead I just bent down next to him and smiled. You're right honey, that is a really big kitty.