Um. The Boy has gone totally insane. Like really, totally, and completely insane. Like, I have no idea what to do with this kid anymore. Like, he’s so freaking smart that he may need to go to school now instead of waiting until he’s of age.
Not only is he walking, but he’s responding like a champ. He runs to an open door immediately so he can both open AND close it. Because we need help opening and closing our doors.
Today, we went to the beach, as we do most days when it’s hot. The Boy had so much fun playing in the sand and destroying sand castles, although the ocean water is still a challenge. When he was done playing, he understandably got a little fussy. Noticing that we weren’t doing anything about leaving yet, he escaped and crawled a few feet away to where our shoes and Hubs’ tshirt was. Boy picked up the tshirt, and started walking back to Hubs with the tshirt in the air, as if to say, all right, guys I’m done now. I have your shirt so now we can go.
Um. What???
He plays the piano. It used to be banging with his hands and all the keys and sounded like banging. Now? He’s playing individual notes with individual fingers, and it sounds really nice.
Who IS this kid? And NOW what do I do with him? It’s like he’s two. And he just turned one.
He answers questions with sounds and gestures. Simple things like, do you want mumma to cut up your hot dog so you can eat it? Because that is a simple question that a one year old can answer. And he handed me his hot dog.
I’m just saying.
I may be a little biased because he’s my son. But he is awfully smart.
Kerri, with a K 