It’s official. Seamus can open doors. Not just the lever ones (which he mastered about as soon as he could reach them), but the round twisty knob ones. Two of these have “safety knobs” (the door to the basement and the door to the garage). Unfortuantely, the rest don’t.
Each morning I begin my daily commute from the bedroom to the kitchen to the dining room to the home office, which assuming there’s no traffic, can last anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 minutes. Sometimes I go unnoticed and other times I need to conduct what seems like a rendition of “So Long, Farewell” from the Sound of Music so that Seamus is happy and satisfied. Sometimes he says, “Bye bye mommy;” other time he cries his eyes out.
This morning there were several road blocks as Seamus shook his Diego yogurt drink all over the floor just as I was planning my (no longer) swift exit. I quickly cleaned it up, redirected him to a cheese stick and then made my escape. No sooner was I seated comfortably in my chair scanning my email did I hear, “Open the door, please, mommy.” (Actual words – yes he’s speaking complete sentences with manners to boot.) Figuring if I just keep silent as I usually do, Mimi (= Mint = au pair), will redirect him to another activity. No such luck…a quick twist of the knob was followed by a squinty eyed grin and a “Hiiiiiii.” A request “Spiderman Song, please?” ensued. This is the latest fave (the retro 1960s version) which we play on You Tube and then have to repeat on the iPod in the car for about 30 times before we can move onto “Puff the Magic Dragon.” If anyone needs to know the Spiderman lyrics, please feel free to give me a call.
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That Seamus is a genius, I tell you! Almost TWO, can you believe it? And, I like how you have Thomas on the learn-to-walk-by-ten-months plan (in the sidebar pic).
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