Fun is Fun

Cal has just realized that fun is fun. He runs dangerously fast towards couches and credenzas and slams into them. He collapses and dives like an Italian footballer onto the rug. He spends a fair amount of time in front of the full length mirror in our room watching himself laughing hysterically. It's like the Benny Hill show. High slapstick is his jam.

It continues to amaze me how 'mechanical' a baby's brain seems. I'm sure that things like physical growth happen so incrementally that they're barely noticeable, but when it comes to intellectual development it seems to come in sudden, exuberant spurts. Like the machinery to understand something wasn't there yesterday, but has since been delivered, installed and hey presto - now he can run! 

There's been a lot of newness this week. He follows commands easily. 'Look there's your bottle. Go over there, pick it up and bring it back to Mummy,' works. He's also starting to mimic words right after we've said them. Cra-cker. Bu-bbles. Mmm-pe-er (Computer). Dad! comes out loud and clear. Like I said, it's really a lot of fun now. Even though he still looks like an enormous baby, he's really stepped over the line into kid territory, and we're loving it.