He speaks in third person

My son speaks in third person. I'm sure it's a phase, I hope so. All day it's, "Ya-Ya juice", "Ya-Ya book", "Ya-Ya balloons", and he even says "Bless you Ya-Ya" after sneezing.  And he isn't just saying it is his, he is saying he wants it. It's quite funny.

Walking in Dada's shoes.

If he is quiet, he is probably doing something like this.

Now you might be wondering, who is Ya-Ya? Isn't it funny how nicknames stick. I remember in Jr. High trying desperately to get people to call me Smitty (my maiden name being Smith and all), but because of my Gymnastics coach calling me brief-case one day (get it, case/Kac) I was known as Briefs for several years. Who wouldn't want that nickname!

Towel Monster after bath time.

Helping Dad hang the Christmas lights.

Okay, back to Ya-Ya. It started when he was about nine months and would yell ya-ya-ya-ya all day long. We would call him Ya-Ya to get him to start talking because it was so funny. Family members started doing the same thing, but what sealed the deal was his cousin Trajan calling him Ya-Ya. So if you hear Levi talking about Ya-Ya, it's not the Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, it's his name. But please don't feel like you have to call him that, he responds to Levi too.

Silly snack time. (Notice the fruit leather pieces lining his legs.)