Teething Pipsqueak and the French Squeaker
The pipsqueak is getting teeth. He’s an angelic teether, fortunately. While his brother cried until we loaded him up with Tylenol and his cousin cried all night long even with Tylenol, the pipsqueak is perfectly cheerful – as long as you don’t try to get him to take his daytime naps, which he normally loves. Put him in bed and he cries until the tears run down his cheeks and his face turns tomato-red. When I rescue him, he buries his face in my shoulder and sniffles sadly. But then he cheers up – until I try to put him down for another nap.
He’s also mobile now. He sometimes gets up on his hands and knees and crawls, but when there is a need for speed (when, for example, big brother sets a toy down and doesn’t yet realize that little brother covets it), he drops onto his belly and pulls with his forearms and pushes with his toes. He is very fast.
The squeaker is doing the usual squeaker things.
He’s got most of his books memorized (which I suppose means that we need to head to the library for fresh ones). When the book has complex or unfamiliar words, he sometimes mangles them, or switches one word for another. For example, the other day, he said “appreciation” when the book said “hesitation.” Since he was “reading” it to me, I gently told him that I thought he meant “hesitation.”
“No, mama,” he replied. “I meant ‘appreciation.’ That’s what it says in French.”
He’s also mobile now. He sometimes gets up on his hands and knees and crawls, but when there is a need for speed (when, for example, big brother sets a toy down and doesn’t yet realize that little brother covets it), he drops onto his belly and pulls with his forearms and pushes with his toes. He is very fast.
The squeaker is doing the usual squeaker things.
He’s got most of his books memorized (which I suppose means that we need to head to the library for fresh ones). When the book has complex or unfamiliar words, he sometimes mangles them, or switches one word for another. For example, the other day, he said “appreciation” when the book said “hesitation.” Since he was “reading” it to me, I gently told him that I thought he meant “hesitation.”
“No, mama,” he replied. “I meant ‘appreciation.’ That’s what it says in French.”
posted by Blue Moon Mama at 7:47 AM
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