So, it’s our last day in Idaho visiting Seabass’ grandparents, and I can’t believe how downright LOADED those weeks have been with learning. Seabass, by the by, is brilliant. Okay, maybe not brilliant, but he’s certainly smart as a whip. He’s never been a super verbal guy (unless you count the whining and screaming) but suddenly, he’s Captain Communication. A short list of his new “tricks:”
- He says “uh-oh.” Like, constantly. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life.
- When we ask him, “How big is Seabass?” and reply “SO BIG!” He throws his hands in the air
- He signs “more,” “thirsty,” “eat,” “all done,” and “thank you”
- He says “ni-ni” and waves goodbye
- When you ask him for a kiss, he leans his head over to your lips
- He says “MA, MA, MA, MA, MA” for mama, particularly when he’s upset
I’m sure most of you have kids who were applying, like, the quadratic equation at Seabass’ age, but for us this is huge. Finally, I can ask him what he wants and feel confident that he’s getting it. Of course, sometimes what he wants is to play with a chainsaw or switchblade or something, in which case we don’t give him what he wants. But at least now we know why he’s crying. Thank you God.