One day in January, Ivan was standing in front of the fireplace, kicking his feet at Mariposa. She didn't like that and snapped at him before walking away.
They both got scolded.
Then some ten minutes later, after both moved on to different activities, Ivan returned to the fireplace, kicked his foot in the air, pointed to his foot and said "bubu." And that was when I realized that he's retelling us the incident that just happened.
He might had doing that earlier as well and we just never picked up on it. But since that incident, every time he falls or something happens to him he retells us what happened. If he fell, he goes back to the place where he fell and says "bubu."
It's really cool. I imagine it's a milestone for him. We can really start conversing with him.
He's also started to make associations between things. For example, the other day we were flipping through one of his Bright Baby books and came across a picture of a train. He then quickly scurried away to look through his toys. I was puzzled because he usually never just vanishes like that. But he went to find his wooden train. He held it again the photo of the train and started pointing to both "chuchu." I melted.
Then earlier this evening, he picked out a lemon out of our fruit basket. (It was a very old dry lemon, on the verge of being thrown out). Instead of bringing it to us to eat it, like he does with oranges or bananas, he climbed on the couch next to the lime tree. There is a little lime growing one of of the branches. He held the lemon to the lime and said "llll." The "l" sound is hard for him to say but we got the point. I don't know whether we (Andy, I or my parents) actually compared the lemon to the lime for him or whether he just figured it out himself.
Then before bed time, while we were romping around on the bed in the spare bedroom he started pointing to the shadows on the wall and saying "mamma" "ee, ee". He calls himself "ee, ee." I moved my head so that the shadow would move. But he still pointed to the shadow and said "mamma." I was floored. I really didn't expect him to be able to do that.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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