Today is official Ruin Liam’s Fun Day. Everything he tries to pick up or pull up on, we take away from him. Poor kid.
I may have to move my computer tower to the other side of my desk where it’s under the shelves and less accessible. He’s becoming interested in the slots and buttons, and has already unplugged the router twice this morning. Everything’s at his level, which makes it especially fascinating.
Two days ago he said “Dada” to HRH, who was totally cooled out. HRH had been trying very hard not to be jealous of the fact that Liam had “Mama” down a week or so ago. So now we have Mama, Dada, Hi!, and Cat. Sometimes they’re even strung together (Hi cat! Hi Dada!). He doesn’t say it often, or every time he sees something, but he assigns the right word to the thing he’s seeing when he does say it. Or he’ll say the word and then look around for what he’s named.
He’s getting really good at pulling himself up on things like the chesterfield, the coffee table, my printer, and his toy basket. The funniest thing lately is that Liam keeps trying to give Maggie his toys. He holds them out to her with an eager expression on his face, and she just sort of looks at them and then looks away. And he’s got the mobility thing down pat, which is great. I can put him on the kitchen floor when I’m working in there, give him a couple of Fisher Price Roll-a-Round balls, and he chases them all over the room.