Mistress DSD wrote:
Tristan is beautiful. Is he giving you hell?
![Smiley: sly](//zam.zamimg.com/i/smilies/sly.gif)
Oh yes. He's smarter than me and he knows it. We're seeing the first hints of tantrum-throwing right on schedule. It's not unusual for him to start to try to hit when denied something, so we're having to deal with that, though I think at least part of that is due to his frustration at not being able to express his frustration another way.
However, his language development is really starting to pick up and hopefully that will change soon. I'm kinda amused by the fact that sometimes his word for something has nothing to do with what WE call that something. For example, since he was about 9 months old, I've called nursing "num nums" thinking it would be an easy word for him to master so that he can request nursing. I never really used the words "boob" or "boobie" with him, and he rarely gets bottles, and when he does, we usually say "water bottle" or "milk bottle" and not just "bottle." A cup with a straw or without has always been "cup." So there's been very little "B" sound associated with nursing or with drinking in general.
However, last week while we were on vacation, we settled in to nurse. He pointed right at my nipple and said proudly "Ba ba!" I've since learned that anything to drink--a cup with a straw, a sippy cup, a bottle and nursing--is called "ba ba." The good news is, he can now request nursing in some way that doesn't involve pulling on my shirt or climbing into my lap and trying to lay down across it. The bad news is, now when I try to correct him and call it "num nums" he ARGUES with me. So our conversation goes something like this:
"Ba ba?"
"Sure, you can have num-nums"
"Ba ba!"
"No, those are num-nums"
"BA BA!!!"
I suspect he'll end up winning this one, grrr.
I have to say, Xavier has the most amazing dimple in his smile, and Ashe looks so SERIOUS he's almost frightening in his intensity. He's plotting something, I swear it.
Also, did either of them go through a phase where they wanted NOTHING to do with the sand? We were at Lake Michigan on a number of occasions while on vacation, and while Tristan eventually decided he liked the noisy water (to the point of trying to run out into it even when it was so cold that I had decided we wouldn't swim because I couldn't feel my legs when I got waist-deep) he could not abide the sand. Sat on the sheet on the beach and would not venture off of it, wouldn't dig, and if he got sand on his hand, he'd wave it wildly trying to get the sand off.
There goes my plans for a sandbox.
Edited, Aug 22nd 2008 8:40am by Ambrya