Bayboh has eight teeth (very nearly four molars, too) and two words. He says, "Hi!" in a drawn out sing song, more highly pitched and accompanied by more frantic waving the more desperately he is trying to convince you that he is NOT tired and you should really stop trying to put him to bed.
A few weeks after perfecting that, he came out with "gog-uh!" at the beach when a little dog ran by and now he talks about our dog-uh all the time.
He scoots over to him, "dog-uh! dog-uh!" to give him pats and (gently enough, it seems) tugs on his beard. He gets bored with his food and leans way over the side of the high chair, "dog-uh?" to offer a morsel. And for the first time this morning, he tried to climb into the dog bed, "dog-uh. dog-uh," a slow test of wills which dog-uh won by simply refusing to move.