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
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!