He crawled a short distance the day before yesterday (as different from the “army crawl” or scoot) and is starting to sometimes do it briefly. He is still a mild, happy, often beaming baby who also blathers fun nonsense, growls, and coos at pretty things like lights. Recently he was having a great fun time wrestling and rolling around with a large stuffed bear animal, and he still often beams when he sees large creatures that are or could be alive.
I think it was the day before that he woke in the morning crying and calling “Ma-ma! Ma-ma!”
He laughs when I “zurbet” his naked belly, toss him up and catch him, or make silly sounds.
Recently I was chanting something to his amusement between zurbets:
Baby Mago
Baby Mago
Where you gonna go when you go, go, go?
(Poop!)
It occured to me that this works perfectly with the Winnie the Pooh song, and is also an innapropriate (and therefore desirable) pun on the bear’s name.
He was also singing (or ernestly attempting it) recently with me – I recorded both these things and I’ll post them in a bit.
Mago Elf Liam is an incredibly sweet, wonderful person!
Grandpa T