Since my last two posts have been about new family members, let me just preface by saying that Busy-Mom-E and I are NOT expecting a third child (at this time). :)
Rather, in an attempt to be as fair and equitable as possible with our boys, this post is all about Little Brother. Despite less verbal output than Big Brother, he is still quite the communicator, and with this communication comes good fun and humor.
If I had to decide today, I would predict that Little Brother is going to be a veterinarian someday. He absolutely LOVES animals. Every time he sees our dog (or any animal for that matter), his face lights up with a smile and a shriek of excitement that rivals the reception he gives Dad-E or Mom-E when we get home from work.
And so, one of Little Brother's first signs was "puppy." From there, he quickly started trying to say the word "puppy", except that it came out "baby" (which he pronounces bay-bee, with the syllables very long and drawn out.)
Well, it didn't take long for the word "baby" to catch on. Every time he sees the dog, he makes the puppy sign and says "baby" (about three times "baby, baby, baby" with a finger point). Then, he got a stuffed dog (the same color and breed as our real dog), which was quickly named "baby." He carries this "baby" EVERYWHERE. "Baby" has been through the laundry so many times to decontaminate from food stains, spit-up, and being dragged on the floor (at home and in public), that he is starting to get a little ragged.
So, we had the idea of getting a second "baby" that we could interchange when the first "baby" was dirty and needed washing. The idea being that the two stuffed dogs would have equal wear and last longer. That plan backfired the first time Little Brother saw that there were actually two "babies", and he wanted to snuggle with both simultaneously.
Now, we've seen expansion of the word "baby" to refer to other (generally soft and plush) things. Blankets, other stuffed animals, and yes even "fur" from the fabric store are "babies." Whenever he sees a "baby", he often spontaneously looses all muscle tone and collapses to the floor to snuggle with it. This works well on most occasions, except for the time that a "baby" was on the kitchen floor and he bonked his forehead on the linoleum when he fell into a heap on top of it. Still, he has not been deterred.
And, of course, we don't want to forget "real babies." While visiting Little Nephew at the hospital, Little Brother was quick to point out and refer by name to all of the babies in the nursery with fervent excitement.
Thank you, Little Brother, for your love of all things "baby." The raw emotion of your passion and enthusiasm brings a smile to our hearts.
Love,
Busy-Dad-E
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I love this stage! Once when we visited the cow at the zoo, I had to hold him back. He wanted to get into the pin with that enormous "baby". I have no doubt that he would have run up to the cow and given him a big hug. The cow may not have been as enthusiastic though! :)
ReplyDeleteLittle brother just melts your heart with his enthusiasm for all his "babies"
ReplyDeleteYep Dad-E. If I had to guess his future occupation based on his current stage, I would say veterinarian as well.
Too cute!
ReplyDeleteLittle brother is such a sweet little boy! Hopefully all of the future babies will be on soft carpet so he doesn't hurt himself!
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