... of communicating

My child has now proven that he understands at least some of the things that I say. Here is the physical evidence.

There are great implications to this. For one, I am sure that he understands the words "no" and "don't". There is evidence for this as well in that most of the time I say it, he obeys. We've gotten him to pretty much completely stay away from his former favorite inappropriate toy: our shoes. So now, when I tell him no and he looks at me and does it anyway... 4 or 5 times, I feel that discipline is completely justified. Right now, discipline looks like putting him in his pack n play with no toys for about 5 minutes. I'm not sure how effective this really is, but there is not much else he would respond to at this time in his young little life.

Our biggest struggle right now is staying on his bottom in his high chair and in shopping carts. He almost always gets me to take him out of the shopping cart and carry him because he refuses to sit down and imbeds the seat belt so far into his stomach that I feel there is no safe option other than to take him out. So we're working on that.

Anyway. I am constantly amazed at how much he has changed and how interactive and smart babies get in their first year of life. I mean, the difference between a 3 month old and an 11 month old is like night and day. It's really very cool how God made us to develop so rapidly.

Sorry again for the long hiatus. There's been a lot going on from sickness to getting ready for visitors to getting ready for a vacation. October has basically been checked out of my life already as far as productivity is concerned.

With that being said, I better try and get some stuff done while I can.

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