Language
The little man is a going concern. It's amazing to watch how fast he is changing. Every single day he's becoming faster, quicker, adding new words, picking up on new subtleties. He is fluid, changing faster than I can see, let alone keep up with.
He has a lot more words than he used to. I couldn't put a number on it, but there's a lot of them, and there are more being added every day.
What's even funnier are the non-word interjections he adds. He says Oops! when he drops something, and when he trips and topples onto his bum, he says, Whoah! When he gets excited he makes a little "O" with his mouth and breathes in appreciatively. When he sees something that's supposed to impress, he says Ooooo.
He tries to whistle when he sees birds and he knows dogs go Woof. He thinks the dinosaurs on my t-shirt are also dogs, a point on which I insist on correcting him, although I am on less firm scientific ground when I object to his assertion that they also go woof. I mean, they might have.
Toys
The little man has expanded his coterie of buddies (as he has referred to them) who accompany him through his day and into his crib at night. In addition to Cow, he's added Monkey, and Bear (a big white polar bear), and Bear (pooh bear in an easter bunny costume). Add in Blanket and his water and it's an armful.
Bus!
This weekend we went to visit family and my lovely wife's dad, who drives a school bus, arranged to get the little man onto the lot. When we turned into a parking lot filled with more than a dozen school buses parked in a row, his jaw hit the floor. He wandered around in a daze, overwhelmed.
We loaded him onto one and took him for a ride. He watched everything going by outside, in the zone. Once we got back, he got to sit on Grandpa's lap with his hands on the wheel, and he got to use the lever to open and close the door. I thought he wouldn't be strong enough to open and close it but he had no problem.
Afterwards he walked up and down the row and inspected each one, touching their sides, tires, lights, bumpers. Grandpa showed him that the door at the back opened and invited him to jump out of it and he did, hurling himself into the air without a second thought.
He took his toy school bus to bed that night and woke up in the morning still excited about buses. "Nice!" he said, brandishing it, upon awakening.
(I got lots of video.)
The little man is a going concern. It's amazing to watch how fast he is changing. Every single day he's becoming faster, quicker, adding new words, picking up on new subtleties. He is fluid, changing faster than I can see, let alone keep up with.
He has a lot more words than he used to. I couldn't put a number on it, but there's a lot of them, and there are more being added every day.
What's even funnier are the non-word interjections he adds. He says Oops! when he drops something, and when he trips and topples onto his bum, he says, Whoah! When he gets excited he makes a little "O" with his mouth and breathes in appreciatively. When he sees something that's supposed to impress, he says Ooooo.
He tries to whistle when he sees birds and he knows dogs go Woof. He thinks the dinosaurs on my t-shirt are also dogs, a point on which I insist on correcting him, although I am on less firm scientific ground when I object to his assertion that they also go woof. I mean, they might have.
Toys
The little man has expanded his coterie of buddies (as he has referred to them) who accompany him through his day and into his crib at night. In addition to Cow, he's added Monkey, and Bear (a big white polar bear), and Bear (pooh bear in an easter bunny costume). Add in Blanket and his water and it's an armful.
Bus!
This weekend we went to visit family and my lovely wife's dad, who drives a school bus, arranged to get the little man onto the lot. When we turned into a parking lot filled with more than a dozen school buses parked in a row, his jaw hit the floor. He wandered around in a daze, overwhelmed.
We loaded him onto one and took him for a ride. He watched everything going by outside, in the zone. Once we got back, he got to sit on Grandpa's lap with his hands on the wheel, and he got to use the lever to open and close the door. I thought he wouldn't be strong enough to open and close it but he had no problem.
Afterwards he walked up and down the row and inspected each one, touching their sides, tires, lights, bumpers. Grandpa showed him that the door at the back opened and invited him to jump out of it and he did, hurling himself into the air without a second thought.
He took his toy school bus to bed that night and woke up in the morning still excited about buses. "Nice!" he said, brandishing it, upon awakening.
(I got lots of video.)
No comments:
Post a Comment