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A touching moment with the Little Man

Kelly went into the Little Man’s room to check on him and turn off a space heater that takes the chill out of the room at night. She accidentally woke him up and he was not a happy camper. I got him some milk and sat in the rocking chair with him so that Kelly could go back to bed. I sang to him, Bing Crosby tunes, as usual, and after about 15 minutes of this his eyes were looking heavy. I paused and rocked him for a moment. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I saw him open his eyes for a second and look at me.

“Do you want me to sing to you some more?” I asked him.

And with a look of complete calm on his little face, he whispered,” Yeah.”

I started to sing again and he closed his eyes. But wow, what a cool moment.

High-five!

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The Little Man loves giving high-fives. I suppose this is true of any little boy. When we were at his Parents Night last week, he went around the entire circle of people until each and every one of them had given him a high-five.  You see, once you ask for a high-five from the Little Man, it won’t stop until he is certain that everyone within his sight has also gotten a high-five. Really it’s rather sweet.

But the most hilarious example came last night, and although this will sound made-up, I assure you that it is not.  Some background: one of the Little Man’s newer words is “baby”, which he pronounces as “bobby”. If he sees a baby, he will point and say, “Bobby!” If he sees himself–say, in a photograph–he will do the same thing.

So last night we were up in the master bathroom. The Little Man had done something particularly amusing and I turned to him, picked him up and said, “High-five!” He got a big smile on his face and proceeded to produce a most excellent example of a high-five. He then immediately looked around, as is his wont, to see if there was anyone else he could high-five.

But you’re ahead of me. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, leaned out over the sink and give his reflection a most excellent high-five, a look of pure, gleeful satisfaction on his face as he did.

I could barely contain my laughter and nearly stumbled down the stairs as I rushed to the kitchen to report the incident to Kelly.

Little Man’s language evolution

I’ve noticed over the last few weeks and explosion in the Little Man’s vocabulary, both in what he can say and what he understands. At just a few days shy of 18 months, he understands quiet a bit. The other day, I asked him where his nose was and he pointed to his nose. I asked him where his eye was and he pointed to his eye. I repeated this with “feet” and “tummy” and he got them all correct. I was impressed, especially since we didn’t teach him this. He must have picked up at school, which makes me very happy with the school. He doesn’t say these words yet, but he understands them very clearly. He also understands “kitchen”, “downstairs”, “upstairs” and “bath” although he doesn’t yet say these words.

But he has been saying more. “Mama” has evolved into “Mommy” which he says constantly and which he uses not only to refer to Kelly, but also as a general, “I need some attention here” catch-phrase. He can say “shoes”, “puppy”, “airplane”, “happy”, “up” (e.g. pick me up, although he pronounces it as “up-uh”), “bus”, “choo-choo”, “tree”, “apple”. Many of these are fairly new. If I ask him “where’s dada?” he points to me. He can say “bottle” and “water”. And of course, both “Yeah!” and “No!” are very big, too.

He knows what he wants and he generally understands how to get it. If we don’t respond to his pleas in a timely fashion, he’ll take up by the hand and lead us to whatever it is he needs. He is also getting good at predicting behavior. When I read to him at night, we always finish with the same book (The Going to Bed Book by Sandra Boynton). On the last two pages are pictures of the moon. I usually ask him “where’s the moon?” and he points to it. But recently, I’ll finish reading what’s on the page and before I can ask him, the Little Man points to the moon.

It’s pretty amazing to watch his capacity for language grow like this. He can say a lot more words than he could just a few months ago, and he understands ten times the words he can actually say. Kelly and I don’t talk down to him, and we generally don’t talk “baby-talk” to him. We try to pronounce the words properly, even if he gets them wrong (he says, “wawa” for “water” and “me-me” for “milk”) in the hopes that eventually, he’ll learn the proper pronunciations more quickly. Sometimes we slip, but generally I think we do a pretty good job.

I wonder how much more he’ll be able to say in six months?