Bobby and his Boppy, Then and Now

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Bobby has started developing a fairly strong sense of what he likes and doesn't like.

For example:

Cooked carrots are Good. Cooked carrots with butter and pepper on them are Not Good.

Blueberries were Good in March. Blueberries are Not Good in April.

Fish sticks are Good fresh out of the oven. Fish sticks are Not Good the next day.

Mac and Cheese is Good. Peas are Good. Spinach is Good. Broccoli, apparently, is Not Good.

He's willing to put any offered food into his mouth once. If he doesn't like it, he's learned to take it out with his fingers (I'm sure spitting it out will be next). If we leave something he doesn't like on his highchair tray, he carefully moves one piece at time into the cupholder, away from the rest of his food.

He's also got a pretty good idea of what he thinks is funny, and his belly laugh has gotten even deeper. For a long time he would laugh if we did something funny, or if we were laughing and he wanted to join in. And then he learned to do funny things to make us laugh. But I think last night was the first time Bobby and I actually found the same not-on-purpose thing uproariously funny at the same time, so that we were truly sharing a good laugh. He just outgrew his jammies so we put on a new pair last night. They were way too big -- loose in the belly, bunching around his ankles and with giganto feet. We both got a good look at these enormous green feet and just completely cracked up. I think Daddy thought we were nuts.

He's developing a great vocabulary -- of words he understands, anyway. Still no talking, but he's very good at responding to requests (could you close that drawer? Can you get your shoes? Can you give that important piece of paper to Daddy before you rip it?). We're particularly pleased that he recognizes a few books by name. The other night we asked if he'd get Owl and the Pussycat, and he did. Last night Roger asked him to get Goodnight Moon. Bobby looked thoughtful for a second, then trotted off with great purpose to his toy nook. Roger & I continued our conversation for a minute or two, and then I peered into the nook to see what had waylayed Bobby. He was sitting on the floor perusing The Very Hungry Caterpillar. I turned back to Roger, figuring Bobby had long since forgotten his Dad's request. Not so. Next thing I knew, Bobby came out carrying Goodnight Moon and presented it to Roger.

Mom