Sometimes, randomly, in the middle of playing, he walks over
to me and wraps his arms around my neck in a big hug.
When he hands a person something, he’ll sometimes nod his
head emphatically, as if to say, “There.
I gave it to you.” And he’ll often willingly and easily give a person something
if he or she asks or gestures for it, open his mouth so I can pry a piece of
paper out, etc. Somehow I suspect this obedience won’t last, but I’m certainly enjoying
He loves it when I rub his ears, count his chubby toes, tickle
He adores balls of all kinds and flaps his arms like an
excited little bird when he plays with them.
He mimics people sneezing and coughing. When I flutter my
eyelashes at him while we eat, he squints his in return.
If I sing “Dancin’ dancin’ dancin’,” he flaps his arms and
swivels his waist.
When I tell him to hug a stuffed animal (in Korean, “ah-na”),
he does so, then hands it to me to hug as well.
His favorite toy right now is a red metal Volkswagen Beetle.
He loves pushing it along the floor and “vrooming” it over his body the way I
taught him. (He remembers things I teach him.)
He can point to his head, tummy, ears, and nose. Two days
ago he identified a photo of a ball. Yesterday he stacked six blocks. When I clapped
and cheered, he began clapping for himself each time he added another block.
He absolutely abhors having sunscreen applied, having his
face wiped, and getting out of the bathtub. Diaper changes often aren’t much
He brings me books to read. This fills me with no end of
In the morning, when we’re waking up, I say “mm” and he says
“mm” and we answer each other like that a few times.
When I tell him “no” (and pretty firmly, too) as he goes for
the stove knob or dog’s water dish, or tries the flush the toilet for the third
time, he just looks at me and smiles. Depending on what time of day it is, this
is endearing or incredibly annoying.
He squawks when we enter any kind of tunnel or enclosed
space, enjoying the echo.
When we water the outdoor plants, he picks up his little
plastic watering can and follows us, pretending to do the same.
A friend brought us Korean jap chae noodles, and he devoured
them with complete vigor and joy, noodles stuck to his cheeks, clasping the
empty plastic bowl on his face at the end.
When I ask him if he wants to watch a Pororo video, he runs
to the desk and stands in front of the computer bopping his head to the music
he’s about to hear.
I don’t know why the fact that he drops things from his
highchair annoys me so much, but it really, really does.
He smells like strawberries, even when he hasn’t been eating
When the toaster pops up, he puts his hand to his ear as if
the phone rang. Good lord how he loves the concept of a phone. He’ll hold
anything to his ear and ask “Meh?” as if he’s answering a call.
He loves staring up at a tree while its branches sway in the
wind, running his fingers over the rough bark of the trunk. A squirrel or a
beetle is mesmerizing. The garden hose is the most brilliant object ever
invented by humankind.
This week, he suddenly began clapping more often—for music,
for his favorite Korean cartoon, for himself.
How can I write about how his crinkly little smile lights up
my heart in a way that doesn’t sound so trite? How will I ever learn to write about that?
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