Wednesday, May 11

The Things a Doodles Does

The little monkey is developing in leaps and bounds. And I actually mean that literally. Doodles's gross motor skills are starting to catch up to his peers' (not that he was that far behind, but gross motor skill are his weakest area--I learned that babies who don't crawl on hands and knees are often a little slower on things such as climbing. Crawling develops a baby's pectoral muscles, and since Doodles commando crawled, he didn't get a chance to develop those muscles). So he has all sorts of new Doodle tricks. He's now jumping. Off of things. Oh, he tries to jump up from the floor, but he can't actually clear the ground. Instead, he learned how to climb. And jump off. And give a little screech as he does so. Me Mommy. Him Monkey.

I'm actually not sure when the climbing started. This evening we had a playdate and Doodles wanted to eat. It wasn't quite dinner time. I told him so and went back to my conversation with Doodles's friend's mom. Two seconds later, I turn around and Doodles is sitting in his booster seat, buckling himself in. Um, hello? This is the kid who isn't tall enough to climb up on the couch and he suddenly got himself into his chair? I pulled him down, let him have his temper tantrum, and then, about twenty minutes later, when he said, "Eat, eat," I said fine. And sure enough, he ran back to his chair, hoisted that tiny little leg up, pulled himself up, and crawled into the chair. We've got a whole new level of baby proofing to deal with.

Combined with the climbing, I'm really appreciating the throwing. Especially the rocks. Nothing is more exciting than to find rocks and chuck them. Particularly if you have no aim and there are lots of other little kids around. He's become quite adept at it. By the way, it appears our little Doodles is a lefty. Adam is thrilled. As he has often said, "Southpaw pitchers make more money."

Doodles's language is also rapidly improving. He's now regularly using two word sentences ("More fish!" "No touch," "Daddy's shoes," "Wake up") New words are added daily: otpus (octopus), necklace, ray (a ray fish--he's still completely obsessed with fish), snorkel (I know, he's learning words that are going to serve him well in our little suburban New England neighborhood), filthy, nasty, yucky (the last three courtesy of Adam--oh joy!).

And in the world of eating? Oh, the changes! Now, instead of eating just crunchy carbs and yogurt, he now eats... just crunchy carbs. Nice to know that some things will remain the same.

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