Woooooow

Xaye's lastest source of amusement has been to move from window to window looking for trucks, listening for sirens, and pointing out cars, trucks, dogs, trees (you get the picture)

He has a small blue stool that he carries fromone window to the next as he shouts
out his observations, sometimes in single syllables and sometimes in a string of
random nouns strung together with proclamations of mechanical engines, horns, sirens, etc. (like, for example, rrrrea rrreaa is 'siren' in xaye-speak).

In the morning Xaye sometimes stands at the window saying goodbye to me.
I can still hear him a block away.

"bye bye mommy(....laka...laka...........) car (...mmmy ish..) truck, bi-bye".