Jay taught James to say "bawwwll" last weekend (that's ball, in case you need interpreting). He also taught him to point them out in his new favorite book "First 100 Words" (from his Grandma). It's a BIG book, but he pulls it off the shelf as soon as we get home from work/daycare, drags it across the floor, and plops it up on the ottoman for his "lesson". He goes right to the page with the beach ball and soccer ball, points them out, and says "bawwwll". And if you roll a ball toward him while he's playing with something else, he'll stop what he's doing to watch the ball (or point to the ball) and say "bawwwll". If you ask him where the ball is, he'll either point to it in the book or go find one to hand to you (not every time, of course, but pretty consistently). Fun, eh? His other favorite pictures in this big book are the pear, flower, horse, tiger, and cat (of course), which he also points out when we ask him to. He even leans in to "smell" the flower. Oh my goodness he is so cute!
Jay has also been teaching James to correctly sort shapes in the various shape sorters he has over the past couple of weeks. He has one that rolls and lights up (from Juliet) and one that is a tool box (from his Uncle Jamie), which is definitely one of his most favorite toys in the house (he also likes to spin the gears, "hammer" the nails, and use the drill on his belly button - or ours - which is something else Jay taught him). Both shape sorters make happy, rewarding noises when James gets it right, and he LOVES that! So far, he does best with the circles and squares, but the stars are his favorite (maybe because they're easiest to hold?). He hunts for his shapes in the pile of toys strewn about the floor, takes them to the appropriate sorter toy, and just practices and practices. It's pretty cool to watch.
And don't be fooled by the title of this blog post, I'm also attempting to teach James these types of things. Problem is, he is DADDY'S little student. He listens much better to his Daddy than to his Mama. Same deal at storytime (James has continued the habit of handing his Daddy books to read, though he has done it for me... ONCE). I think he still associates me more with food and comfort, whereas his Daddy is fun and games, and I honestly think James is already at the stage where he wants to be like his Daddy. I know he's young, but it really surprises me how quick he is to imitate (or try to imitate) his Daddy. He watches his Daddy's every move, very closely and attentively, and it seems he's filing away everything he sees for future use. It's adorable, and I think it's a testament to what a great Daddy Jay is. Good job sweetie!
In fact, for the past 2 nights at bathtime, James has been repeating "Dada, Dada, Dada" with a questioning and somewhat concerned look on his face. You see, bathtime is usually something that Jay does exclusively (because it just HURTS to kneel over the tub with my big belly), and I think James is confused as to why Daddy isn't running the show. Don't worry James, I miss your Daddy too, and he'll be back tomorrow!
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