Giggles

Brent had a great first week at his new "daycare". He seems to love the lady that is watching him, and I think he gets along okay with the other little girl. She's not quite used to him, yet, but I'm sure in time they will be best buddies :)

Every morning when I drop him off, she has his special blanket waiting in the living room in front of the big screen tv, which has seemingly life-size Wiggles dancing and singing and showing kids everywhere how to make fruit salad. He's in heaven! But I think he may be getting addicted, and I'm getting a little worried. A few times over the weekend he crawled up on the chair in front of the tv and angrily pointed at the blank screen. "Guh-gels", he says loudly, although it's not even really pronounced that well. But I know what he means, and in case I didn't, he will glady say it OVER and OVER and OVER again until I hop on his demands.

"Go get a book," I plead. "Let's read a book together." What a good mom I am! I'm so proud as he goes and gets a couple books, lays them in front of me, stomps on them with a dirty look as he heads to the chair and yells "Guh-gels" again. I just sigh...at least he knows what he wants!

But I actually do eventually convince him to sit with me, and I notice every day he gets better at recognizing things and trying new words. It's all in the details now - the way he will actually turn a puzzle piece to try a different angle before throwing it across the room. Or the way he gets what flowers or doggies or choo-choo's are, even though they don't look remotely the same in any of the book's drawings. He has a great memory, and he's really trying hard to say the things I am telling him. It may not sound like anything to someone else. But I know how hard he's trying, and soon he'll be enlightening me with his frustrations, his made up stories, his manipulations before bedtime. I can't wait to hear everything that is going on in that crazy head of his. And I'll be hanging on every word, even if it is "Guh-gels".