Braggart
I'm biased, sure, but without exaggeration, my son is the most amazing child in the solar system.
Except for maybe Dakota Fanning.
I'm not sure when the transition occurred, but somewhere in the not-to-distant past, Ryan crawled into Calvin's transmogrification cardboard box a baby, said Zonk, and lean-walked out a little boy. I'm not saying he's going to cure cancer before writing his first symphony in kindergarten, but if you're reading him a story and there are a bunch of animals on the page and you ask him "Where's the cow?", that boy is pointing to a cow, dammit!
That's the other reversal: he used to point and we'd tell him what it is. Now, we say a word, and he points to it. Ball. Moon. Star. Grandpa. Teeth. Even "Uncle Dennis", this week, who he knew all of four days. In a room full of people, pets, balls, teeth, and grandpas, he knew an Uncle Dennis when he saw one.
He used to push open the door, and we'd say "open" and he'd shut it and we'd say "closed." Now, we can say "open", and he'll go and open a door.
When I'm changing him at night, I tell him "socks off" and he pulls off his own socks. "Where's Daddy's hat?" I ask, and he pulls off my hat.
The thing that blew Uncle Dennis away at dinner last night was his propensity for signing -- Ainsley has been teaching him how to sign several words, and Ryan is starting to use them on his own. He'll point to the feeder outside and make the sign for 'bird' (pressing his thumb and forefinger together slowly). He sort of does 'girl', has made the sign for "fish" and "duck", and last night correctly patted his thigh while looking at one of the Boivins' dogs.
And now...now...the verbal skills are starting to catch up. He stretches his mouth apart wide for a very slow and syncopated "Uh Oh", which everyone agrees is the cutest thing since sliced bread on a baby lamb sprinkled with flower petals. He said "Bye Bye" to some random yahoo at Safeway, my wife said. And I think we've heard "baby" and "bath" in the past 24 hours.
...really need to start him on that symphony here pretty soon.
Except for maybe Dakota Fanning.
I'm not sure when the transition occurred, but somewhere in the not-to-distant past, Ryan crawled into Calvin's transmogrification cardboard box a baby, said Zonk, and lean-walked out a little boy. I'm not saying he's going to cure cancer before writing his first symphony in kindergarten, but if you're reading him a story and there are a bunch of animals on the page and you ask him "Where's the cow?", that boy is pointing to a cow, dammit!
That's the other reversal: he used to point and we'd tell him what it is. Now, we say a word, and he points to it. Ball. Moon. Star. Grandpa. Teeth. Even "Uncle Dennis", this week, who he knew all of four days. In a room full of people, pets, balls, teeth, and grandpas, he knew an Uncle Dennis when he saw one.
He used to push open the door, and we'd say "open" and he'd shut it and we'd say "closed." Now, we can say "open", and he'll go and open a door.
When I'm changing him at night, I tell him "socks off" and he pulls off his own socks. "Where's Daddy's hat?" I ask, and he pulls off my hat.
The thing that blew Uncle Dennis away at dinner last night was his propensity for signing -- Ainsley has been teaching him how to sign several words, and Ryan is starting to use them on his own. He'll point to the feeder outside and make the sign for 'bird' (pressing his thumb and forefinger together slowly). He sort of does 'girl', has made the sign for "fish" and "duck", and last night correctly patted his thigh while looking at one of the Boivins' dogs.
And now...now...the verbal skills are starting to catch up. He stretches his mouth apart wide for a very slow and syncopated "Uh Oh", which everyone agrees is the cutest thing since sliced bread on a baby lamb sprinkled with flower petals. He said "Bye Bye" to some random yahoo at Safeway, my wife said. And I think we've heard "baby" and "bath" in the past 24 hours.
...really need to start him on that symphony here pretty soon.
posted by Dan at 10:40 PM
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