You try to hold water from the shower with your hands.
When asked where the ‘ball’ or ‘dada’ is, you take me there, you don’t know how to point and show.
According to you, any moving crawling object is a ‘daw-gee’ (doggie). You have tried to pet every dog we have seen in the neighborhood.
You have tried to touch, prod and catch a bright beam of morning sunlight coming in through our windows.
Peek-a-boo is your favorite game and you have become an expert at it now. You hide beside the couch, or a door or sometimes throw a blanket over yourself and make the exact same intonation as we do when we say ‘peek-a-boo’.
If your tricycle or toy car does not start moving (meaning we did not start pushing) as soon as you sit, you start jerking and turning the handle or wheel to make it move.
Every time a sound comes out of you involuntarily, sound due to a sneeze, burp or wind, you think it’s funny, you giggle and try to get yourself to repeat that sound.
You were extremely puzzled when I once held you in front of a fan in full speed. You eventually started groping into the space in front of you trying to catch the breeze with your hands.
You assume that all the cheese from my grilled cheese sandwich and all the chicken toppings from my slice of pizza, are part of your food and wait impatiently to be fed.
You try to grab and touch your own shadow.
You refer to a ball as ‘babba’ but you don’t know what I am talking about if I say ‘babba’ I have to say ‘ball’ for you to understand.
When you walk, sometimes you resemble a drunk zombie and sometimes a tightrope walker.
A story book will interest you, only if it has flaps that you can open. ‘Quack quack, who’s that?’ is your favorite story book.
You learnt to make an upset, complaining face when you were six weeks old. You still make that face when you get upset or you are trying to act upset.
Red is your favorite color. You are very biased towards balls, cars or socks that are red colored.
You think that I am being funny and start roaring with laughter when all I am really doing is brushing my teeth with the bathroom door wide open so I can keep an eye on you.
When you are being told something seriously, you completely ignore me. You like to look elsewhere.
You have the makings of a handyman. You are more interested in how the tabletop has been screwed or bolted to the legs rather than the glass table top itself.You like to bend under rocking chairs and strollers as though you are trying to understand their working.
You always sit like a cheerleader, holding the toes of your stretched out legs with your hands, in the car seat.
You like toys of all kinds but you are terrified of dolls that cry, laugh, sing or talk.
You are mommy and daddy’s most precious birthday, Christmas and anniversary gift ever.