Progress...
Jul. 20th, 2004 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dweniusCalvin has moved on from simply opening the broiler pan to peering inside and trying to grab the pilot light.
Now that he has the whole crawling thing figured out, he is remembering his words again.
He has begun to realize when he is not supposed to have something, but he gives it away be being very, very quiet. Then, when we catch him, he gets all startled and tries to hide whatever it was he had. So far, this has involved a piece of paper that fell off the stove, the packing-tape-covered electrical outlet (pick, pick, pick at the tape, very softly), various phone cords (yank yank slap slap), and a full size edition of the first draft of T.S. Eliot's _The Wasteland_, with marginal notes and edits by Ezra Pound (Ummm, yeah. "He is his father's child", part one in a series).
Scooting around on his butt was cute. Spinning on his ass in a complete circle when he is excited is cuter. Spinning around and clapping with his feet is cutest.
My favorite mealtime game is still giving him three of something. You give him one for each hand, which he alternates munching, then drop a third (tofu chunk, piece of toast, broccoli spear) onto his tray and, overcome with excitement, he forgets to drop the other two and just craaaaaaaaanes his neck down to try to snatch it with his mouth. Adorable. He LURVS all food.
He can play a recorder, if by play we mean toot one note over and over. It's not quite "One Note Samba" but it is still charming as hell, particularly the look of goofy pride on his face afterwards.
Calvin's rules: If it has a door, the door must be manipulated. If possible, the door must be chewed. This is acceptable with bigger lego pieces, not too great with actual doors.
The fervor with which he will crawl towards an open baby gate and close it is something to be admired. Slap-slap-slap-slap-(swing)-CLICK! "Bah. Bah bah bah." We don't really worry about the front door gate anymore, since he always locks himself in, but the one at the top of the stairs remains closed, much to the consternation of the cats.
Pulling himself up on the side of his playpen to a standing position is cute. Pulling himself up to standing on a chair so he can reach back and harass Jake is cuter. Dragging jake across the wood floor by grabbing two big handfuls of cat is cutest.
Now that he has the whole crawling thing figured out, he is remembering his words again.
He has begun to realize when he is not supposed to have something, but he gives it away be being very, very quiet. Then, when we catch him, he gets all startled and tries to hide whatever it was he had. So far, this has involved a piece of paper that fell off the stove, the packing-tape-covered electrical outlet (pick, pick, pick at the tape, very softly), various phone cords (yank yank slap slap), and a full size edition of the first draft of T.S. Eliot's _The Wasteland_, with marginal notes and edits by Ezra Pound (Ummm, yeah. "He is his father's child", part one in a series).
Scooting around on his butt was cute. Spinning on his ass in a complete circle when he is excited is cuter. Spinning around and clapping with his feet is cutest.
My favorite mealtime game is still giving him three of something. You give him one for each hand, which he alternates munching, then drop a third (tofu chunk, piece of toast, broccoli spear) onto his tray and, overcome with excitement, he forgets to drop the other two and just craaaaaaaaanes his neck down to try to snatch it with his mouth. Adorable. He LURVS all food.
He can play a recorder, if by play we mean toot one note over and over. It's not quite "One Note Samba" but it is still charming as hell, particularly the look of goofy pride on his face afterwards.
Calvin's rules: If it has a door, the door must be manipulated. If possible, the door must be chewed. This is acceptable with bigger lego pieces, not too great with actual doors.
The fervor with which he will crawl towards an open baby gate and close it is something to be admired. Slap-slap-slap-slap-(swing)-CLICK! "Bah. Bah bah bah." We don't really worry about the front door gate anymore, since he always locks himself in, but the one at the top of the stairs remains closed, much to the consternation of the cats.
Pulling himself up on the side of his playpen to a standing position is cute. Pulling himself up to standing on a chair so he can reach back and harass Jake is cuter. Dragging jake across the wood floor by grabbing two big handfuls of cat is cutest.
