Category: Mago Elf Liam

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.”

Here are some audio files (plus some other ones) of him I recently said I’d post.

First here he is ooing and cooing I think a month or so ago.. at mabye 7 or 8 months old (~ 1 minute).

And here he is with me bearing zurbets, and growling and grunting back and forth with me (~ 2.5 minutes). In one part you can hear him make a very low repeated chest grunt in a duet with me. This and the following are all at 9 months old –

Singing (~ 2 minutes), bouncing (~ 1.5 minutes), and exhuberantly bearing my tickling (~ 1 minute).

He has four front teeth – two top and bottom. He has had the extra two since.. two weeks or so? We thought just a third was coming in and the fourth came really fast.

Yesterday he bit my nose and cheek affectionately. When he wakes up sometimes he’ll go for the stuffed animals just out of reach on the shelf beside his crib (we’re going to try to get them in reach) – recently he was pulling at a stuffed frog between the bars, clacking it’s hard plastic eyeball against the crib repeatedly.

He called for me today saying “da-da.” “Ma-ma” is very frequent. When Tia brings him to me on mornings that I sleep in a bit later he grins and pants like a puppy and sometimes wrestles my head. He does the same to Tia when I bring him to her in the morning.

.. he kicks his legs a lot and wiggles all his limbs when he’s very excited.

He enjoys walks in the stroller – just contentedly looks at everything.

The day before yesterday Tia called me at work and related this. He was on the kitchen floor – which my siblings-in-law very charitably changed from an old olive green carpet (in a kitchen?!) to a marbled brown-grey vinyl floor last Christmas – fussing from boredom and wanting to be held and played with while she cleaned it with a swiffer. When she was done she turned around to do something else and the fussing stopped. She turned back around and his face was planted on the floor, contentedly licking the sweet swiffer flavor on the floor. She stopped him from this and went back to what she was doing and it happened again.

She relates that yesterday she was Christmas shopping and picked out a large lion stuffed animal for him to play with. Usually he’s happy to play with things in the store and put them back, but when she put this back he made some dispondent babble, so she gave it back for keeps (to buy). He then nuzzled and slept on the lion, sleeping while she was shopping, which is a first.

I haven’t said this, but I can no longer withhold it: He is so cute! I want him to freeze for ten years so I can have him just as he is now. .. in an Eden where he never learns or grows. Every time I despair that his cuteness has reached the apex and it will go downhill from here, he defies expectation!

The last two nights I came home too late to see him to bed, and I can tell he misses me – the usual morning happiness was mingled with cathartic babble and fussing. Tia was preening in the bathroom while I slept in in the bed, and he wandered from his toys in his room to the bathroom with alternate happy and fussy babble and calls. I came to him and he beamed and laughed, but when I picked him up he leaned for his mother, then pled for us both: “Ma-ma.. Pba-pba.”

He scoots around a lot, handles and examines every object he can get in hand, and also tastes and examines with his mouth. His kisses are bites or suction cup grips on your face. He grabs noses and teeth and puts his fingers in both. Family and friends tell me he’s mild and happy.

He often hyperventilates and grins and flaps his arms wildly when he sees me after he hasn’t for a while. He smiles back broadly at me if I can get his attention (he’s usually examining something near or distant).

He’s particularly interested in handles, levers, and the like.

He’s very interested in other babies his size and will greet them with a coo or high call.

Tia says he was oohing and aahing at Christmas decorations in a store.

As he was crawling on my chest a recent morning (the 14th actually) I said “I love you [Mago].” He looked at me and replied in a low, rhasping, demonic voice: “HHRRRRAAAAAAAAAARR!” I think this came from my making that sound for the monsters in the book WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE a few days before then.

He speaks sign language for “light” a lot while gazing at lights.

His first tooth (on his lower jaw in the front) came in about a week ago.

He pays close attention to unusual sounds and often laughs at sudden funny ones, and gestures too.

He sits up on his own.

Two days ago he was at the foot of the treadmill in one corner of the basement room, and Tia was at the computer at the other corner, and as Tia tells it he scooted with a look of great determination across to her.

(Take that, determinism! Determine this!)

He started scooting .. ? two weeks ago?

This morning he was kissing his mommy.

Dear Daddy,
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aqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqquhdhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrxscccccccccccchhhhhhnmmfgcncygfafadfthhhsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssw3qasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssddddddddddt66343e

Love,
[Mago Elf Liam]