Lessons to learn

I continue to be surprised at how much information Biscuit takes in on a daily basis. He has a seven-word vocabulary (Ma-ma, Da-da, Pa-pa, hey, bye, uh-oh and ball). He understands simple commands, such as “eat,” then runs to his high chair; “arms up” when I’m changing his clothes or putting his high chair try in place; “no,” not exactly his favorite word; and “come on” and he follows wherever you’re going.

And recently, he has figured out that to get off of furniture, he needs to turn over on his belly and slide off backwards until his feet touch the floor. These might not sound like big things, but to watch him learn these things has been amazing.

That said, there are still some very basic concepts that just don’t make sense to him. And of course, they provide many great laughable moments for Jeff and me.

For instance, the shower in mine and Jeff’s bathroom has glass walls. Biscuit cannot understand it when he walks over and sees water pouring down the glass wall, but he touches the glass wall and his hand doesn’t get wet. He touches the glass then pulls his hand away and looks at it, like, “Where’s the water? Why isn’t my hand wet?”

A friend of ours gave Biscuit a little basketball goal that makes noise when you make a basket. Biscuit now says and understands the word “ball” (see the last blog post for proof). So once he figured out that when you put balls into the basket, you get a cheer and a song, he was all about finding every ball he could to shove into the basket. The balls that came with this thing are a little smaller than tennis balls. So picture him bringing over a ball that’s about the size of a grapefruit, then having no idea why the grapefruit-sized ball won’t fit into a basket designed to accept tennis-sized balls.

His next step was figuring out that balls are not the only things that will fit through the basket. So he’s put trucks, barnyard animals, plastic scoops of ice cream, pacifiers and other things through the net. Yep, it all fits.

Everything for Biscuit is truly a learning experience. Let’s just hope that his learning experiences don’t include his Mama’s road rage or his Daddy Man’s pokiness!