What if after you wake up, you are put on a potty and
…someone takes pictures of you?
Before you lynch me, understand that I have not been in a picture taking mood lately, so when I had the opportunity, I grabbed it. My model was not willing to smile or even look at me, but I managed to steal a few snaps before I was completely ignored.
The boy is growing, flapping about in his big fat socks that are meant to keep his feet warm. I love watching them jiggle in the air before being slapped on the floor. Flap – flap – flap. He is growing and his toes have decided to poke out of the feet of his full suits and instead of sewing them up, yours truly grabs the child, walks to the bathroom, grabs the scissors and makes pants out of them – without even taking them off. And now we have only one pair that is still whole. So long, handy woman.
He walks out of the back door without crawling. There is a little step there and he used to have to go to the floor to keep safe, but now no more. He is a big man capable of stepping into the world with his head held high.
He is growing and understanding just about everything we say, but still talks little…if any. I am still dada, as is everyone else that he calls. When he really, really wants me in the middle of the night he will mumble mama, but that is saved for special occasions. His first and still favorite word is bee, actually that would be bee! said with a big gusto and excitement. Bebe and gah! (for duck) are a few others. Hmmm…that is the extent of his chatter. Otherwise he blabbers all day and makes monologues with the required intonations and hand gestures. I will desperately miss those. And all the signs he loves using.
He is funny. We are mostly laughing in his presence, which is like always. Really, there is a lot of laughter here and I should not be surprised at the deep smile wrinkle that dawns on my face. I am surprised I can put my mouth back to normal at all some days.
Like when I realize I am being ridiculous with my camera and reflector in front of my barely awake son sitting with a bare bottom on the potty…giving me one of those looks:
I laugh
and drop all the paraphernalia, lift my growing son
hug him and squeeze that softer than clouds bottom.
Cause he is not that grown up yet ;)
Its sooo bittersweet! I love seeing them grow and see what they will find so much joy in each little moment of the day.. but so sad cuase while they are figureing out something new it also means they are growing and will never have quite that same ‘new’ joy for the world around them…
Speaking of signs and gestures.. Aaron walks up to me earlier while I was sitting down checking computer stuff.. spent too much time doing that this morning… welll he grunts and that meant “up” so I pick him up and set him in my lap.. he imitates me on the computer and taps away on the little mouse part of the laptop.. well then looks at me and I laugh and snuggle in that part of his neck that is oooh sooo snugglable.. well he just fell out laughing in my arms — comes up for a breath – stops laughing and give me the sign for more… so I do it again.. and he laughs and laughs — so then looks at me — straightens up- takes a breath and gives the sign for ‘more’ again.. it was just priceless so we left the computer and continued this tickle and ‘more’ game awhile longer till his big brother and siter caught his eye and off he ran!
Oh, Kris, I love those moments too. And that nook in the neck is heavenly.
His expression on the first photo is classic, it made me laugh. :D It’s almost like he’s thinking “What the hell mum, can’t a guy use the potty in peace?!” hahaha Give him an extra squeeze and mush from me, he is just too cute!
Oh and he has learned a new one… diaper… I asked or comment that we need to change his diaper and he promplty shows me the sign… I showed it to him once and now I say it and he does the sign back to me.. tonight he did the sign and I said oh you need a new diaper… well off he ran to his room… got distracted and came back with a toy.. then I sent him back again.. I know I was being lazy! but he ran back again and brought out shoes that were on the shelf under the diapers.. well then I finally get up nad he takes off and lays down for a diaper change.. amazes me at how fast he picked up on it and used it.. no much on the words yet.. still screaming and using a lot of grunts with is quite annoying when he gets louder and louder when we have NO idea what he is talking about!
They are like sponges, no question about it. I can see it in his eyes, the way he follows everything, the way he tries to copy what he has just seen.
I still love the weird non verbal communication we have, but it would be nice to have a chat as well.
I think you should teach him how to change his own diaper, Kris ;). Yes, I sign for “Go change your bumm” will be nice.