Buddy Boy is the comedian in the family. He considers humor to be the answer to most problems, and spends his day pantomiming and signing jokes for our enjoyment. If he knows he's in trouble, his first recourse is always a loud, deliberate laugh, given on the off chance that we'll join in and forget about his misdeeds. I'll say it does work on occasion.
He's also a charmer. If he wants permission to do something, he'll give his biggest, open-mouthed grin, and nod his head up and down adamantly, batting his eyelashes, until eventually you find yourself thinking ok, yeah, that does sound like a good idea...a really good idea...in fact, a great idea...go right ahead, Buddy Boy.
Buddy Boy is my mischief maker. He is the one to initiate stuff like filling the toilet with tissue, throwing clothes around the room, tossing extra laundry detergent into the washer, and scrubbing the sink with his toothbrush. Depending on big brother's mood, he'll either be shocked and come running to tell me, "Mama, we've got a major problem! MAJOR problem! Buddy Boy is...." or I'll hear him cackle, "Ooooooo, that's a good idea, Buddy Boy!" and I know to hunt them down immediately, because things are about to head waaaaay south. Our wild man makes life exciting!
Even though I knew he was ready, I had been waiting to potty train him, because I didn't feel like we could do it without him talking. However, the speech hasn't come yet, and he is essentially potty training himself, so I think I'm going to take the full plunge when our current diaper supply runs out and we'll just sign our way through it. He'll be the world's proudest potty trainee.
He loves to ball up his little fists in front of his face and show me how very big muscles are, and lie down to stretch his toes way out and show me how big he is.
|His sign for "where?"...a favorite question.|