Saturday, April 28, 2012
Spork talks to himself when he plays, "Dis, bvvv, gook, oot."
Spork whines almost constantly when frustrated, "Eehhh, nnnn, meeehhhh!" Once he gets on a whining spree, it's hard to stop him until his next nap or meal, but blowing raspberries on his tummy, directing him to his drum, or general Nugget mayhem are my go-to whine-fest cures.
Spork snorts when he laughs.
Spork wrinkles his nose when he smiles. See above.
Spork is learning to sign, "All done," but doesn't have the wrist twisting motion down yet so it looks frantic waving of his right hand.
Spork mmmm's constantly when he eats.
Sometimes after his last bottle, he passes out cold. Other times, he acts a little drunk - giggling and wobbly before a big belch. Once he was acting this way and gently punched Daddy on the shoulder, as if to say, "I love you, man!" We call him our little frat boy.
When you take Spork out of his car seat, his left arm always wants to slide right back under the harness, so you have to take that arm out about 3 times before you can successfully free him. Of course, he doesn't understand that he is delaying the very thing he wants most, so he is generally red-faced and ticked off at you for taking so long.
Spork is getting much faster at crawling, and he does get into his share of trouble, but so far he is very methodical in what he wants. He will crawl to something and stop to examine it. He is very into his toys and commonly bangs two toys together. He can already turn pages in a board book.
Spork wants to be on your lap until he's on it, then he wants to be off it.
Spork lives to eat, and this kid doesn't seem to have an "off" switch. Often, we have to cut him off or he would eat himself sick. With the Nugget, Spork, and Hubby, I fear for the future of our grocery bill. Be forewarned if you invite our family to parties, the boys will decimate your Craft Services, sorry about that.
Spork seems to have a desire to create. He would really like to finger paint with his spit-up, so while I can't condone that, I have given him opportunities to finger paint and draw with chunky crayons.
Spork gets himself into trouble, but he is very methodical and purposeful about where he's going and what he wants. The Nugget would slam crawl his way around, fast and furious like a whirlwind. He could clear a bookshelf, try to stick his finger into an outlet, and make off for a fragile vase in about 30 seconds flat. If thwarted, he'd immediately look for the next thing he could destroy. Spork focuses on a single object or location and makes it his mission to get it/there. If thwarted, Spork throws a mighty fit.
On that note, he really, really wants to be in the bathroom, because that's where we keep his beloved water. Whenever we shut the bathroom door, there is wailing and gnashing of teeth. When one of us is using the bathroom, you can be sure there is a crying Spork on the other side of the door, hoping we'll take pity on him and let him play in the toilet.
Spork is starting the cruising phase. He also likes to test his balance skills by holding on with one hand, bending over to pick up something, and back to standing. Lately, he's upped the challenge by bracing himself not with his hand but with his forehead. Let's just say that this technique is unsuccessful and not recommended for those with a generously sized noggin.
Spork is enthusiastic about his lovies and holds them in front of him with both hands, mouth in an O, and bounces them up and down.
Spork commonly initiates peekaboo, and his favorite hiding spot is behind his bib.
Spork is unimpressed with the musical mobile on the changing table, but takes great pleasure in trying to whack Pooh and friends with the tube of diaper cream.