I taught Asher a new word today, pop. He loves balloons, especially after seeing me make balloon animals for Church in the Park. This morning I inflated a thick sausage shaped balloon and put a pom-pom inside to make noise. Asher shook carried it around and shook it, calling it his ball. It slowly deflated over the course of the day until all he was carrying around was a sad little string of green balloon with a pompom in it. But he still liked it.
So I decided to be creative and stuffed the next balloon with the closest thing I had on hand, dried macaroni. It lasted all the way from the bedroom to the front door before it popped. He wasn't startled at all. I told him it popped, and he said pop and handed me the macaroni and wandered back to the bedroom with the balloon. I followed him, and he was typing to figure out how to use my balloon pump to re-inflate the balloon.
The third balloon had two dried chickpeas in it, and popped pretty much straight away. (And he said, "Pop.") I took those pieces from him as well and managed to find something else to play with.
On a related note, we've been counting the number of words he says, and today we remembered 44. I know there is more, they are just hard to remember!