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Sep. 24th, 2004
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Sep. 24th, 2004 10:27 pmI once read that you don't start really loving your child until they get to be about one. Before that they're awfully cute, and you have that parental instinct and all. But around one, they really start turning into someone you can relate to.
This strikes me as true. I suppose I used to gush about how smart and cute and adorable Leif was, but now he really is!
He walks about as well as a nearly fifteen month old possibly can. Thankfully, he's not quite running yet. He has an amazing sense of balance when walking on trains - better than me sometimes, though that's not too difficult.
He's my little clownie. He loves doing something silly to make us laugh, and then cracking up himself.
He babbles constantly, but doesn't really talk much - basically the same old sometimes appropriate but multipurpose "Dadadada!" and "Nanana!" (banana). He says "Hi!" too. He's doing about the same with sign - he occasionally signs something that seems to fit with the context ("bird" the other day, and he'll wave hello or bye bye if he feels like it).
He pretends to talk on the phone, eat food, and drink water. If we forget to lock the phones and leave them within his reach, he'll call people up and babble away at them, but if someone is actually trying to talk to him on the phone, he just listens.
I kind of suspect he's half cat. He can follow complex instructions ("Your shoes are in the stroller. Go get them and bring them to me and I'll put them on you") when he feels like it, but much of the time he doesn't.
Speaking of shoes, we finally found a pair that he will wear. Or rather, he found them himself. He grabbed them off the shelf at the shoe store, and hasn't willingly parted with them since. He adores them. Unfortunately, he now has typical stinky feet, not nice no-smell baby feet.
We found him a shirt that says "Plays with the big dogs" and had to get it. This is basically his motto. He loves dogs, and has no fear of them, however big or how many kisses they give. And he loves big kids. He seems a little reticent around other toddlers, but if there are older kids around, he tries to join right in the game, especially if a ball is involved.
He has two dances now - "Baby Dance", in which he stamps his feet on the ground (and it's variation, Angry Baby Dance), and "Badger Dance", where he bends his knees and bounces up and down.
He's still a monkey, and climbs all over everything - up on counters and shelves, into the sink. Such fun.
The other day he managed to open a bottle of tobasco sauce and take a big drink before we caught him. He didn't cry, just looked surprised, and wimpered a little, but he was smiling, too. He must get that from his dad - I thought pizza was too spicy till I was 6.
All in all, he's just getting to be a really fun person.
This strikes me as true. I suppose I used to gush about how smart and cute and adorable Leif was, but now he really is!
He walks about as well as a nearly fifteen month old possibly can. Thankfully, he's not quite running yet. He has an amazing sense of balance when walking on trains - better than me sometimes, though that's not too difficult.
He's my little clownie. He loves doing something silly to make us laugh, and then cracking up himself.
He babbles constantly, but doesn't really talk much - basically the same old sometimes appropriate but multipurpose "Dadadada!" and "Nanana!" (banana). He says "Hi!" too. He's doing about the same with sign - he occasionally signs something that seems to fit with the context ("bird" the other day, and he'll wave hello or bye bye if he feels like it).
He pretends to talk on the phone, eat food, and drink water. If we forget to lock the phones and leave them within his reach, he'll call people up and babble away at them, but if someone is actually trying to talk to him on the phone, he just listens.
I kind of suspect he's half cat. He can follow complex instructions ("Your shoes are in the stroller. Go get them and bring them to me and I'll put them on you") when he feels like it, but much of the time he doesn't.
Speaking of shoes, we finally found a pair that he will wear. Or rather, he found them himself. He grabbed them off the shelf at the shoe store, and hasn't willingly parted with them since. He adores them. Unfortunately, he now has typical stinky feet, not nice no-smell baby feet.
We found him a shirt that says "Plays with the big dogs" and had to get it. This is basically his motto. He loves dogs, and has no fear of them, however big or how many kisses they give. And he loves big kids. He seems a little reticent around other toddlers, but if there are older kids around, he tries to join right in the game, especially if a ball is involved.
He has two dances now - "Baby Dance", in which he stamps his feet on the ground (and it's variation, Angry Baby Dance), and "Badger Dance", where he bends his knees and bounces up and down.
He's still a monkey, and climbs all over everything - up on counters and shelves, into the sink. Such fun.
The other day he managed to open a bottle of tobasco sauce and take a big drink before we caught him. He didn't cry, just looked surprised, and wimpered a little, but he was smiling, too. He must get that from his dad - I thought pizza was too spicy till I was 6.
All in all, he's just getting to be a really fun person.