Meet my horse, Ooh Ooh

The other day Clinton and I went to Toys R Us to see if we could find him some birthday presents. While we didn't exactly find what we were looking for we came across this stick horse. Now Clinton loves to play with mops and brooms....any kind, anywhere....even in Target clutching to it throughout the whole store. So, anyway...I thought a stick horse was just what he needed. So I pulled the stick horse off the shelf and Clinton immediately reached out over the handle of the cart grasping for the black beauty. I handed it to him and he just started kicking his legs in excitement and putting his death grip on the stick....there was no removing it from his hands. So $8 later, we were in the car. There was an excessive amount of screaming for about 45 seconds as Clinton had to be separated from his new horse so that I could get him into his car seat. Once he was securely in place, I returned the horse to his loving arms. He hugged and petted the horse all the way home. He still loves it, but has a hard time playing with it because it's top heavy. When he lifts it above his head, the horse's head falls behind him and knocks him over. So sad...but kind of cute.

We've named the horse Ooh Ooh. This is because any time Clinton is excited about something he starts going, "Ooh, ooh, ooh." He always gets excited when he sees the horse so he always says it. I guess I like naming it that because it makes me feel like he's actually saying something....consistently. Otherwise, his words, while very clear, are extremely random, rarely repeated, and never on command!