Last entry I’d forgotten to say a few days before I was reading Good Morning P.B Bear to Mago. This has pictures of a large teddy bear/kid. In the middle of my reading Mago put out his little index finger and placed it on a teensy teddy bear, much smaller than the little boy bear, hiding in the image. I forgot that tiny bear hid in each image. Mago is smarter than me in some ways already.
I have a little bear I read a story of a little bear to and the little bear in the story has a little bear. The kids’ kids’ kid effect makes me think too soon of being a great-grandfather, let alone a grandfather.
Tia said two days ago that Mago was petting the lioness stuffed animal in his crib after he woke up, and that when she put him down for one nap he lay on his back, well awake and contended, and said “Ma-mu” and that was that.
He frequently tries to make the rolling “g” sound I sometimes make for a lion growl and it comes out a more breathy “hhhhhhhhh.”