Every evening, after his bath, Declan flaunts his naked little self around our living room until he's air dried and then settles in (Snuggle Time) for a huge heap of stories until it's Bed Time.
Then he needs a couple more stories.
Then he cries pitifully for upwards of half an hour after I leave his room. But that's a story for a Different Time.
Also, as an aside, I heard him utter his first (to me) completely grammatically correct sentence Thursday night. He sat on the counter as I finished off the supper Amy started and he pointed with a warning finger while saying, "The stove is very hot." Subject, predicate, adjective... and an adverb!! The language pedant in me was fair ready to bust a seam! (He didn't stutter either.)
...anyway...
Here we are reading a portion of The Rebus Bears; Dex is still wet from the bath. I'm reading the words and he's 'reading' the pictures. (That red dragon tattoo on his left arm has amazing staying power.)
OMG*, TCFW**. This clip MMD***. The TOY**** make quite the team. I love that thing Dex does with his fingers. I can remember doing that when I was small. I think it's a sign of a)great dexterity, b) multi-tasking potential, c) optimism (or superstition, one or the other...)
*(obvious)
** Too Cute For Words
***Made My Day
**** Two (or Three, whatever) of You
Posted by: Linda | Saturday, 14 October 2006 at 08:28 AM
Alright! a complete sentence!
It's probably time to set aside whigmaleeries like The Rebus Bears and start him off on Gibbons' Decline & Fall of the Roman Empire- now there are some stories for you and Dex to while away autumnal evenings.
Think of the complete sentences he'd start coming out with then.
Posted by: rick | Saturday, 14 October 2006 at 08:46 AM
Here's your confirmation: he's a genius. Clearly being all-but(t) naked contributes to that ;D
Posted by: Paula | Saturday, 14 October 2006 at 02:53 PM
Can he do my taxes?
Posted by: Cheeseburger Brown | Sunday, 15 October 2006 at 06:36 AM
You've got a smart little man on your hands. My JJ is 3 and when you sit with him to read a book he keep cracking poop jokes. Really. I have a class clown on my hands.
Posted by: TerriTorial | Sunday, 15 October 2006 at 07:28 AM
I love his hands. They seem to mirror his brain machinery as the little baby neurons fire and messages jump the synapses.
Posted by: marian | Sunday, 15 October 2006 at 08:37 AM
He's clearly a smartie-smartie-big-brain (in my house, the highest compliment).
Posted by: CrankMama | Monday, 16 October 2006 at 03:52 AM
Well, I can't see the vid up here at work.
That's good news about the sentence. And a valuable thing for a toddler to know.
They're just amazing little versions of ourselves (but not clones, that's for sure!).
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 16 October 2006 at 08:46 AM
If it will ease any pressure to post, take your time... I can watch this video aboot 3 or 4 more days without getting sick of it!
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 16 October 2006 at 02:51 PM
Great clip. Glad I remembered to look at it from home.
Isn't it strange how they are so good about enunciating those ending "t" sounds? Ben does this too, but I don't think he learned it from listening to us. Tongues get lazy somewhere along the way and tend to drop those off.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 16 October 2006 at 09:33 PM