Devin is at that neat stage where he doesn't have much language, but he understands us. I tell him to take his shoes to the mud room, and he does. Or he goes to get them.
It's got to be a litle frustrating to understand how language is suppose to work, but not always being able to get his message across. But, I like that he's getting me messages!
Also, I *think* that he's calling himself Deh, Deh now.