AndyZ has gotten incredibly vocal in the last few weeks. He does this weird babble thing where he intentionally makes exaggerated expressions as he’s speaking. It comes off looking like a badly dubbed Kung Fu movie…with dialog only infants can understand.
He’s also quite giggly. And laughs a lot. He does this breathing in/gasp/laugh thing that sounds like he’s choking to death. IT’S AWESOME! He’ll laugh if you’re laughing…even if he has no idea why. He’ll laugh at his toys and the dogs.
Oh…the pets. He loves them so much more than his sister ever has. He loves giving Bambi (our male cat) head-butts. That’s what Bambi does, and it didn’t take long for AndyZ to discover how to coax one out of him. NikkiZ? Has never cared. AndyZ will say, “Bambi?” and point to him – hoping you’ll take him to the cat for the affection they both seem to crave. He calls the dogs and pets them if they’re near.
He’s affectionate towards us as well. Especially his big brother. When he hears a door squeak he assumes it’s LilZ coming out of his room and will scream, “EeeYaYa?” He gives hugs and says, “Awwwww,” while he does it since we started doing that ages ago. He gives kisses. They are open-mouthed and full of drool, but kisses nonetheless.
I’m giving you this summary of my youngest child to let you know: HE IS VERY HAPPY. I feel the need to tell you this because he still looks like a Grumpy Old Man in every photo I take of him.
He’ll pick up a camera and say, “Cheese!” to you and give you a big grin. But the second he sees you holding one? He’s suddenly pondering his retirement portfolio and worrying about those damn hemorrhoids. And also…can you get the kids off his lawn already? Thanks.