So today, Tobo was frustrated with his blocks. He shoved them all of the table and ended up lying listless on the floor in the hallway. In sympathy I brought him a slice of apple, our recent obsession. Right away he was so happy he signed "thank you thank you" with a big smile on his face. I am no longer in charge of a baby. This here is a toddler.
I was reflecting on that today. It is so different when you can communicate complex ideas. AND on the other side of the conversation he's able to communicated complex ideas. It's no longer just rote memory. Not that I think we are ready to tackle santa claus, the easter bunny or any of the other odd social lore our culture has (just like other cultures), but we are starting to get little stories about what just happened, or directions about what we should do next. I've said for the last few months that his language was going to take off. I don't think I really realized how fast his thinking is going to dovetail that language. He's started quizzing me on words he knows. Today when we were looking in the fridge, he was pointing out food and saying the names. I'd say yes when he'd get it right and he'd give a big smile. (The funny one was he pointed at the franks' red hot sauce and a few beers in the door and called them "dada". Who am I to argue?) He knows them, just doing a little review before moving on to bigger things.
I loved being Tobo's mom when he was a baby. I think I'm going to love being his mom as he starts to be a voting member of the family.
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