In a flash of brilliance, Babykins has suddenly become an excellent mimic! In the past two weeks, she has started to copy the grownups around her, leading me to be both very excited and much more cautious about the things we say and do.
It started last week when Grandmakins touched her nose, then touched Babykins' nose. Babykins repeated the actions (although her "nose" can apparently be found almost anywhere between her eye and her chin). Then this weekend, I picked up Babykins' toy phone, made it ring, and held it out to Babykins, saying kitty wanted to talk to her. Normally, Babykins thinks this is just a game of pass the phone back and forth. This time, though, she took the phone, pushed the buttons, held it up to her ear, and said, "Olo, olo." I thought it was just a fluke, but later in the day as I washed dishes, Babykins sat happily in the living room making the phone ring, putting it to her ear, and saying, "Olo, olo!"
These were both very exciting accomplishments, but the best moment came this morning. Hubbykins was leaving for work and blew Babykins a kiss as he opened the door to leave. Suddenly, we hear Babykins give a big "smack" with her lips. She had blown Hubbykins a kiss in return! We both squealed in excitement (is there a more manly word for squealing?). I can't wait to see what Babykins learns to do next.
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Diabolical Designs
The older Babykins gets, the more fun it is to watch her thought process as she goes about her day. Now that she's almost 10 months old, Babykins understands the word "No." Although with a 30 second attention span, she's very likely to make another go at the forbidden activity within minutes of hearing that word.
Babykins is well aware, however, that the power cords behind the TV stand are off limits. We've told her "No," moved her away from them, redirected her, and given her enough stern looks that she actually remembers day-to-day that she's not supposed to play with them. I can understand, though, that sometimes the tempation is just too much for a little girl.
This weekend Babykins felt the overwhelming need to play with the cords, but this time she decided to be clever about it. As I watched quietly from the kitchen, Babykins crawled over to the TV stand and pulled herself up to standing. She reached up, grabbed a plastic tube she likes to play with, and stood for a second looking at it in her hand. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she inched toward the back of the TV stand and casually dropped the tube down amongst the cords.
Having now given herself a legitimate reason to reach back there, she slowly put hand behind the stand. For a second, I thought maybe it was an accident and she really was going to get her tube. Babykins quickly proved me wrong, though, diverting from the tube to grab hold of the cords and give a good yank.
At this point, I decided it was time to intervene, although I was trying so hard not to laugh it was almost impossible to put on a serious face. I called "No" from the kitchen, and Babykins quickly moved her hand off the cord and looked innocently at me, as if to ask, "What's wrong, Mama? I'm just retrieving this toy I dropped."
Babykins had outsmarted me once again. Babykins: 1 gazillion, Mama: 0
Babykins is well aware, however, that the power cords behind the TV stand are off limits. We've told her "No," moved her away from them, redirected her, and given her enough stern looks that she actually remembers day-to-day that she's not supposed to play with them. I can understand, though, that sometimes the tempation is just too much for a little girl.
This weekend Babykins felt the overwhelming need to play with the cords, but this time she decided to be clever about it. As I watched quietly from the kitchen, Babykins crawled over to the TV stand and pulled herself up to standing. She reached up, grabbed a plastic tube she likes to play with, and stood for a second looking at it in her hand. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she inched toward the back of the TV stand and casually dropped the tube down amongst the cords.
Having now given herself a legitimate reason to reach back there, she slowly put hand behind the stand. For a second, I thought maybe it was an accident and she really was going to get her tube. Babykins quickly proved me wrong, though, diverting from the tube to grab hold of the cords and give a good yank.
At this point, I decided it was time to intervene, although I was trying so hard not to laugh it was almost impossible to put on a serious face. I called "No" from the kitchen, and Babykins quickly moved her hand off the cord and looked innocently at me, as if to ask, "What's wrong, Mama? I'm just retrieving this toy I dropped."
Babykins had outsmarted me once again. Babykins: 1 gazillion, Mama: 0
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Baby Genius
Babykins is obsessed with all things that belong to mommy and daddy - especially electronics. She'll move heaven and earth to get her hands on our laptops, and no remote is safe. In an attempt to watch an entire show without the channel suddenly changing on us, Hubbykins finally started just taking the batteries out of our remotes and letting Babykins play with them.
Auntie MO saw this on her trip here and sent Babykins a fabulous gift - a Sesame Street remote control. It's very realistic, with a number pad, volume control, and fast-forward/rewind buttons. We waited to give it to Babykins until the TV was on and she made a grab for one of our remotes. We were hoping the re-direction would cause her to fall madly in love with her new, personal remote.
And she does love it. But the other day, I watched her mental gears turn and realized we have a baby genius on our hands.
I had a show on, and Babykins was sitting on my lap playing with her remote. I watched her push a button, then look at the TV. Nothing happened. She looked down at her remote, pushed another button, and looked expectantly back at the TV. Again, nothing happened. She tried one more time, this time banging her little hand across as many buttons as possible. She looked back at the TV. When she saw that once again, nothing had happened, she threw down her remote and made a bee line for the real remote.
I hadn't expected her to figure this out, and she'd captured the TV remote and pushed every button before I was able to catch up. That's OK. I wanted to watch Elmo's World, anyway.
Auntie MO saw this on her trip here and sent Babykins a fabulous gift - a Sesame Street remote control. It's very realistic, with a number pad, volume control, and fast-forward/rewind buttons. We waited to give it to Babykins until the TV was on and she made a grab for one of our remotes. We were hoping the re-direction would cause her to fall madly in love with her new, personal remote.
And she does love it. But the other day, I watched her mental gears turn and realized we have a baby genius on our hands.
I had a show on, and Babykins was sitting on my lap playing with her remote. I watched her push a button, then look at the TV. Nothing happened. She looked down at her remote, pushed another button, and looked expectantly back at the TV. Again, nothing happened. She tried one more time, this time banging her little hand across as many buttons as possible. She looked back at the TV. When she saw that once again, nothing had happened, she threw down her remote and made a bee line for the real remote.
I hadn't expected her to figure this out, and she'd captured the TV remote and pushed every button before I was able to catch up. That's OK. I wanted to watch Elmo's World, anyway.
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