Thursday, December 07, 2006
As Max becomes better at manipulating his body (walking, climbing, mischief-making, etc.), he also becomes more expressive with his body. When he is excited, he will ball up his fists and do a hands-in-the-air, rump-shaking dance. When he is playing, he will pretend to talk on the phone, having an animated conversation, complete with exclamations, queries, and cooing sounds of affection. The funniest, however (although he would not appreciate me saying so), is when he feels that life has dealt him an unfair and tragic blow. He has taken to putting both hands on either side of his head, in a clear and heart-breaking woe-is-me gesture, and raising his eyebrows to complete his look of earnest and sincere misery. This is occasionally followed by him covering his ears, in what I hope is not really an attempt to block out our advice or admonishments, although that is sure what it looks like. He is far too little to begin with the teenage attitude, but he has never been one to accept other peoples' timetables.
Posted by Chelsa at 10:27 AM