Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I didn't do it!

Had dinner and drinks with BJ last Thursday. This is becoming a sort of inconsistent ritual. We plan on getting together about once a month on a Thursday after work. However, the plan changes depending on who is sick, busy or both.

Last Thursday was especially fun because BJ brought a Show-and-Tell item.
She brought Baby Bingo along with her!

The little guy is getting so big now. He's walking running everywhere and apparently getting into everything too. But that can't possibly be right. My sweet little angel would never do anything wrong. Isn't that right Bingo? Auntie Mo knows the truth. Mommy's telling tall tales.

And tall tales she did tell. She had me laughing so hard with Bingo stories. He is a mischievous little bugger. It makes my heart swell with pride!

Bingo isn't really talking yet. I've seen this dozens of times before. The late talkers always seem to give the parents anxiety because they're worried that something is wrong. Then, once they do start talking, you can't shut them up and the parents long for the days when it was a little quieter. Just wait, BJ, he'll talk. Oh, he'll talk alright. Talk back!

In the meantime, BJ is teaching Bingo some sign language. He seems to have the universal symbol for "I don't know" down pat. He holds his arms out to the side, raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders.

Bingo likes to play with the buttons on the washing machine. They're fun to play with because they beep when you touch them. That totally sounds like fun! He's been told he's not supposed to. But the other day, BJ suddenly heard beep beep beep. She walks across the hardwood floor, which Bingo can clearly hear. The beeping suddenly stops. When BJ walks into the laundry room, Bingo is standing away from the machines, with one arm thrown over a box, all casual-like and gazing at the ceiling. Dum dee dum dum dum.

She's trying not to smile or laugh.

"Were you playing with the buttons?"

More ceiling gazing. Completely avoiding mommy's eyes. Good call, Bingo.

"I heard the buttons. If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

Bingo looks right at BJ, holds his arms out, raises his eyebrows and shrugs. I don't know.

That's my boy!

7 comments:

Busy Bee Suz said...

Sooo cute. How old is he??? I love little cute show and tell items too.
My youngest was a late talker...seriously, she must be getting ready to run out of words by now.... 13 years old...she does not stop.

septembermom said...

Two of mine were late talkers. Now they could talk for hours and hours. Love how little ones get excited about buttons. They just can't resist!

Evil Twin's Wife said...

That is hilarious! When my 3 year old is in trouble for something, she hides her face or eyes. I guess she feels invisible if she can't see us. LOL.

Anonymous said...

I swear this child could commit murder and you'd defend him! My little guy is lucky to have you
xo BJ

Little Miss Sunshine State said...

Did you ever hear the joke about the little boy who never said a word until he was 4? Then one night at dinner he said "my food is cold". His parents were ecstatic! they said "You're talking! Why didn't you ever say anything before?"

He said "up until now, everything has been fine"

Crazy Mo said...

BBS: He's 15 months old now. And growing like a weed!

septembermom: Heck, I still get excited about buttons!

ETW: Don't you just love playing peek-a-boo with little ones? Covering them up with the blanket. Oh! Were'd she go? There she is!

BJ: And I'll help him hide the body!

LMSS: *snort* That was hilarious!

marathoner81 said...

He sounds sooooo cuute!!!