Caveman

That's apparently what I gave birth to. Or at least that's what I've deduced based upon the grunting sounds he makes repeatedly throughout the day...

"Unh!" Pointing at a tree.
"Unh." Pointing at the bathtub faucet.
"UnH." Crawling thru the living room.
"UNH." Riding in his carseat.
"mmm-unh." Eating a graham cracker.
"unh." Drinking water.
"unh." Drinking milk.

I've yet to be able to discern all the subtleties of the "UNH" sound to decipher what he's trying to say to me, but I keep waiting for him to pound his chest and take a big bite out of a drumstick for some reason.