He has been home 3 months already. Crazy, it feels like he has been with us so much longer, and I mean that in the best possible way.
His English is really starting to take off. He has been stringing words together, forming sentences. I feel like he understands most of what I say to him.
But at the same time, he is singing and speaking in Mandarin less and I fear he is losing that part of him.
It is both sad and amazing how quickly language can be picked up and forgotten.
For now I have a little boy running after his big brothers saying things like,
"Get out of my way."
"Let me go."
"I am gungry" (aka hungry)
Yes, he has five siblings and Yes, he can hold his own.
He said the word "motorcycle" to Kory yesterday who wondered where he would have heard it. I have been reading Beverly Cleary's The Mouse and the Motorcycle to the kids. As it is a chapter, non-picture type book I was assuming he probably wasn't understanding much. I think I was wrong.
The kid is a sponge. A lovable, funny, impatient, endearing sponge, who sometimes thinks he's a bunny rabbit. But that's a post for another day. :)