In the beginning, it wasn't hard to follow as neither of us were saying anything more complicated than "Look! Mira!" or "Good Throw! Buen Tiro!" or simply identifying animals. But, George is two now, and we're definitely entering a phase where I'm tempted to frustrate after a long sentence or paragraph communicates something that I can't quite follow. I know that it will expand my own use of Spanish, which I'm very grateful for. I'm happy to learn more and maybe at some point I'll attempt to reinforce what I'm hearing with some more of the "book" side of it.
The thing that really delights me is just how often we find ourselves in a situation where he uses his Spanish. In fact, a good number of people we love dearly in town only speak Spanish. They report back to me that his Spanish is very good. "The only thing he can do to improve is to be immersed in a Spanish speaking culture." He's awesome. I'm positive that he'll continue to find ways to use it, and I'm proud that he's worked at making it a part of our life.
And, of course, having a bit of Spanish in our life leads to great moments like this: