Crazy to think that this small lump of a baby...
(notice Froggie on the chair?)
...has turned into this pre-toddler:
Look out, world, Scotty-bear has arrived!!
And along with that arrival has come...(drum roll please)...
the dawn of CONSCIENCE!
(cue the 'Space Odyssey 2001' music).
He no longer an alien. No longer a blob. He's not even a puppy anymore. He is a walking (okay, tottering), blabbing little human being. That played 'peek-a-boo' with me today for a full fifteen minutes...but HE was the one hiding, not me. He would duck behind one of the cut-out walls, and then pop out and wait for my reaction. (I am now hoarse from trilling, "There he is!" about 600 times). This kid is here. He has arrived. He gets it. He is no longer a mere object within his environment; he is the master of his environment. He knows how to work the ceiling fan better than I do. He pushes levers down on his toys to make lights flash. He knows how to elicit a reaction from Momb or Da-da (mainly by playing with the knobs on the stove or touching the TV). He can feed himself, and will tell me "more" "all done" and "milk" when he needs to. He learned how to say "ball" and "dot" yesterday. This is in addition to saying "Momb" "Da-da" "dog" (or doug) "stink!" (when I change his diaper) and "cheese" when I feed him cheese or take his picture. He loves books, animals, his da-da, and his froggie.
Just this morning, I asked him to show me his frog while he was in his crib, and he reached for Froggie and waved him in the air proudly.
Scotty-bear has arrived, folks.
Good-bye Babyhood...welcome to Toddlerville.
And along with that arrival has come...(drum roll please)...
the dawn of CONSCIENCE!
(cue the 'Space Odyssey 2001' music).
He no longer an alien. No longer a blob. He's not even a puppy anymore. He is a walking (okay, tottering), blabbing little human being. That played 'peek-a-boo' with me today for a full fifteen minutes...but HE was the one hiding, not me. He would duck behind one of the cut-out walls, and then pop out and wait for my reaction. (I am now hoarse from trilling, "There he is!" about 600 times). This kid is here. He has arrived. He gets it. He is no longer a mere object within his environment; he is the master of his environment. He knows how to work the ceiling fan better than I do. He pushes levers down on his toys to make lights flash. He knows how to elicit a reaction from Momb or Da-da (mainly by playing with the knobs on the stove or touching the TV). He can feed himself, and will tell me "more" "all done" and "milk" when he needs to. He learned how to say "ball" and "dot" yesterday. This is in addition to saying "Momb" "Da-da" "dog" (or doug) "stink!" (when I change his diaper) and "cheese" when I feed him cheese or take his picture. He loves books, animals, his da-da, and his froggie.
Just this morning, I asked him to show me his frog while he was in his crib, and he reached for Froggie and waved him in the air proudly.
Scotty-bear has arrived, folks.
Good-bye Babyhood...welcome to Toddlerville.
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