Sam is no longer our strong silent type. He fills the house with toddler babble full of complex syllables, inflection, intonation. He’s added some actual words to his vocabulary, but they’re pretty simple compared to the soliloquies that only he understands.
He’s also getting serious about his animal sounds. He “woofs” at dogs, “eeeoows” at kitties, “ack, ack” when he sees the picture of a duck, and makes a little trumpet noise while throwing his arm over his head like a trunk when he sees an elephant. I’ll let you imagine just how cute that is.
Last week Clare discovered a granola bar in Grandma’s purse. She begged to have some of it and I told her that she could have half of the bar, since we were about to have dinner. After she ate her half of the bar we wrapped it back up and put it on the counter. A few minutes later she came running up to me and said “Mama! A piece of Grandma’s bar fell down! A piece of it fell onto my hand!”
“Clare, what did you do with the piece of bar?”
“Well, I ate it!”
“I had a cold, but a monster ate it. Grandpa, do you have a cold? Maybe we should call a monster.” – Clare, December 2012
One of Sam’s new favorite activities is to spin himself in circles until he falls on the floor. For some reason he only does this over the tile floor of the kitchen, but hard thumps on the tile hasn’t stopped him. He spins around, grinning, until he tumbles down and then rolls around on the ground giggling.
