At what other point in our lives can we stuff our mouths as full as they can get with macaroni and cheese (doing double-fisted duty to speed the process), then yell AAAAAYYYNG at the top of our lungs, while pieces of the aforementioned mac and cheese not only fall into our laps but also spray three feet in every direction? I'll go out on a limb and say that baby/toddler hood is it. (Of course, what you do while eating dinner alone in front of the TV is none of my business.)
Our little guy is asserting his newfound independence at . . . where else? Meal time. It is a complete dictatorship, with a 13-month-old at the helm. What will we eat tonight? Not green beans, not carrots - no, not even ravioli. Pretzels and cottage cheese will be the dinner of choice tonight! Of course, I am constantly questioning his authority over the decisions he makes about what to eat . . . and it helps that I'm bigger and I'm the one that actually makes the food. Lately I've taken to covering most things with cheese in an effort to even get them near Joshua's mouth. But mostly he's not fooled.
Also, Joshua's been telling us lots of stories about, for example, the cats and babies he sees. He's the only one that sees them, mind, so he has plenty of artistic license to make up whatever he wants to. The stories go a little like this: "Cat, cat, cat, baby. Baby cat, cat, baby, flower. Dog, baby, hot. Hot, dog." Really, I'm not making that up - he said (signed) hot dog . . . the highlight of my otherwise mundane day! By the way, you can see all of these signs on this great ASL Browser - they have neat little videos that show you how to do the signs, and there is a huge database of words. It's been such a great way to help Joshua share what's really on his mind. How wonderful it is to know what he's thinking . . . even if it is only cats and hot dogs.
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