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4.18.02
Happy, happy, I'm so happy.
I've just finished up a major project that has been going on for months at work, and am looking forward to a wonderful long weekend in California visiting my sister, her husband, and my nephew.
We will sit around in our pajamas in the morning drinking coffee and catching up (my nephew will not do this as he is just one, but my sister and I will), and we will go shopping, and enjoy the sunshine, and I will get to see all my nephew's new "tricks."
Last time I called her, he was walking around wearing a little baseball cap backwards, and dragging the Swiffer behind him, cleaning the floors. I'm not sure he knew he was cleaning the floors, but my sister especially likes that trick. He has also recently started helping her water her plants. He pours a little water into the plants, and then he waters the concrete, and then he waters his feet.
She said he has started walking around the house holding the phone, with his head tilted to the side. Sometimes the phone is upside down and backwards, but he seems to have her technique down correctly.
Amazing, how we mimic and copy and process until we learn how to be human. My dad said last year, when he was watching Jonathan learn how to crawl, that you could almost see him doing the calculations in his little head. "Now wait, how did I do that? If I put this knee here, and this hand here, wait, no, do it this way -- hey! I'm moving!"
He can also say "bog" for "dog." They have two bogs. When he visits my parents, he recognizes their bog, Molly, and follows her around saying "bog, bog, bog." But he just stares at the cat. "Not a bog," his brain must be saying.
I'm going to teach him "Suzie" this weekend. I don't care what it comes out sounding like, as long as he always says the same thing when he sees me.
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