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September 23, 2004
My Gussie
The other morning, John went in to Gustav's daycare. Upon entering, all of the little kids came running up to John and Gus. They began bantering among themselves...
"My Gussie..."
"No, MY Gussie!"
Whose Gussie is he? Everyone's!
The boy is burning calories like no other...and consuming them like no other. The commando crawl is perfected. For reasons I cannot understand as of yet, Gus seems to need an excuse to crawl...and he makes excuses for himself. For example, Gus loves the remote control. He'll crawl across the floor for it. But once he has it, he still wants to crawl. So... he throws it. It's a few inches at a time, depending on the force. He throws, then crawls a few paces?steps?inches? (whatever you call what he does...and however it breaks down into increments). I think he also does it to give himself a meaningful excuse for going places in the room he hasn't been. He's weaved himself between the piano bench legs, under chairs... He's still a fan of under the couch, too.
The babbling is still going strong. "P" is elusive, so Papa has not been uttered. There certainly is an alternative word being used though: A-DA. When Gus sees John, he says it with such force. AHHHHHHHH- DA!
I love him.
Gus has also taken to pointing. At everything. It almost sounds like he says "What's that?" just like we do. I've also noticed that his language comprehension has really taken off. We'll refer to some object and he'll look. Kind of scary. We've gotta watch what we say!
Posted by janna at September 23, 2004 07:31 PM