A few more Bobby-isms…
Last week he let go of Grandmama’s leg and stood holding onto nothing but a rattle for a few moments. Sigh. The crawling will end soon. The walking will begin soon. The walking is cute, but the crawling is so adorable.
I think Bobby will be a hand talker – you know, someone who talks with their hands. He is so expressive with them.
Like when he really doesn’t want to eat any more dinner, we get this …
I gave him a baby fork to try to keep him eating. He turned it into a comb. Perhaps it is because I saw “The Little Mermaid” twice this summer, but I instantly thought of the seagull who tells the mermaid that a fork was used for hair and called a dingle-hopper. Bobby was just fixin’ himself up …
Dang, he’s cute!