I know there are some things I’m forgetting. But I took down some notes to expand on and I do here.
Recently, I tickled his armpit and back by digging my chin into them. He laughed hard enough that I thought he’d had enough, so I stopped. He said: “Agaain!” so I did it again, he laughed hard, I stopped. “Agaain!” same thing. Over and over.
One night I walked out front with Tia and he craned his head back, looked straight up at the sky, and in a mild, high tone exclaimed: “Staars!.. Staars!”
There was a ward dinner of some sort involving performing folk dancers on the stage in the Cultural Hall. (I know this is all greek to anyone not of my faith). I didn’t make it to that. To some dancers – an eastern Indian dance with costume getup? – Tia said he sat in rapt silence, watching very intently, spellbound. Then to another wilder dance, he laughed through the whole thing, enjoying it very much. It involved stomping, and after it was over, out in the hallway, he climbed up onto things and imitated the dance, stomping.
A recent morning Tia distracted him from something he was after by pointing to the corner and saying “Look! A purple kangaroo!” (she is so her mother’s daughter.) He went over and began searching the corner, saying “Purple kangroo? .. Purple kangroo?” Tia apologized and explained that there actually wasn’t any purple kangaroo. Still searching, he then said “Purple kangroo hiding..”
My brother bought a Russian wooden doll-inside-the doll series of compartments for him, because he played with one at my mother’s house and love it. One day as he was playing with it, he said “It’s a favorite doll.” Tia thinks he remembers her saying it’s his favorite.
He states as a fact that something he wants is happening, will happen. Sometimes when you hold him he pulls at your shoulder, inclining you to lean or walk where he wants to go. Today he said “Daddy’s going ouside now.”