The Peanut is 15-months old now. And if I could save time in a bottle, I might seriously contemplate freezing her at this age. Watching her intellect and cognitive skills evolve is truly amazing. I'm having a blast playing with her all the time and witnessing her development on a daily basis.
Now, before we go any further, let me just say that this post is not going to be one of those parental gloats about how amazing my child is. As my buddy p-man said recently, "I'd like to think I can retain some degree of dignity while being blown away by the geometric expansion of my child's abilities, her charm, her beauty."
That being said, one of the coolest things happening with the Peanut right now is that she loves imitating everything I do or say. Unfortunately (for her), I have a completely immature sense of humor. So rather than take this opportunity to teach the Peanut sign langauge, Latin, or how to read a baseball box score, I've been teaching her a few things solely for my own personal entertainment and amusement. For example?
- I taught her how to lift up her shirt, tuck the hem under her chin, and play the drums by slapping her belly with both hands. I'm hoping to one day teach her John Bonham's half-hour drum solo from "Moby Dick." (You kids do know who John Bonham is, right? Or am I dating myself again?)
- We play a fun game I like to call "Pants Head." We each go into the laundry basket, grab a pair of pants and put them on top of our heads. Then, as I yell, "Pants Head!, Pants Head!," we both run around the apartment together laughing our asses off.
- BossLady taught the Peanut an old Korean rallying cheer. Now, the Peanut will sometimes throw both her hands up in the air and yell, "MANSAY!" (which literally means 10,000 years and is analogous to the Japanese war cry "banzai.") The cuteness is unreal.
- The other night, I was lying on the couch and was flipping through the latest New Yorker. The Peanut, seeing me, went over to our newspaper rack, grabbed her own issue of the New Yorker, came over to sit by my side and then started flipping the pages of her magazine. The only difference was that I had a glass of wine and she a little sippy cup. Also, I chose not to chew on the subscription cards. But seriously? This is a kid after my own heart.
- Last week, I was eating an omelet and the Peanut was eating a sweet potato. While I was eating, I moved some egg onto my tongue, stuck my tongue out to show her the food, and then yelled, "Aarrgghhhh!" Of course, two seconds later, the Peanut is doing the same exact thing with her sweet potato. It was fucking hilarious (and, hopefully, Peanut won't repeat this in front of the BossLady or I'm going to be in big trouble.)
But our little "monkey see, monkey do" routine isn't just unidirectional. When the Peanut finds something fun and enjoyable, she loves sharing it with us in the hopes that we'll join her in the activity. Just the other day, when we were doing some arts & crafts at home, she pulled me and BossLady over and tried to convince us that chewing on crayons was MUCH more enjoyable than drawing with them. We didn't fall for it but I have to admit...
it did look pretty darn fun.