Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Watching the boy learn.

It's amazing to watch my son figure stuff out. Yeah, yeah, I know -- I'm a total cliche. What parent doesn't like to watch this? But I just find it so amazing to watch him soak everything up like a sponge. I also find a lot of humor in the things that he's decided are worth pursuing and perfecting.

We're a raspberry family. Not a day goes by that our son doesn't get his shirt pulled up and have one of us blowing on his belly to make the tell-tale *thpppbt* sound. It makes him laugh and I love to make him laugh. He's reciprocated in the past by pulling my shirt up to expose my belly but so far he's not been able to figure out how to make the accompanying sound. Instead, he just sort of headbutted my navel, first in attempts to copy, and then, I imagine, in sheer desperation.

But yesterday, we were out in the yard blowing bubbles. He's only just figured out how to blow bubbles and even still he's only at about a 70% success rate. But while he was filling the yard with translucent little balls of soap, I couldn't resist giving him a big ol' raspberry. As I finished, he picked up the bubble wand and was about to blow another bubble when he stopped and looked at me. I couldn't figure out what was up so I came closer. And as soon as I was within reach, the kid lifted up my shirt, placed his mouth to my belly and blew.

It totally sounded like I farted. The sound reverberated throughout the whole yard. He was thrilled.

And you know, I couldn't have been prouder if he had just graduated Harvard. What genius! What problem-solving ability! My boy can do raspberries!

2 comments:

Lee Anne said...

That's adorable! I'm fond of the word "zerbert" myself.

Mike said...

I did that to my wife the other day. She smacked me. Apparently grocery shopping in Publix is neither the time or place for that kind of behavior.