Karma

Oh my, Brock's ability to communicate is really exploding (words, constant jabber, gestures, and the like). I was apparently a very wordy child and a bit strong willed (I won't say bratty) and so the word Karma has come up a bit. Posting pictures is so easy, but I'm not much of a story teller. I will do my best to describe these precious moments in time...

Story #1
It is a constant battle...the fireplace! Brock set his cute little foot on the hearth, and I immediatly said, "No Brock, don't climb on the fireplace, you need to get down". Without budging he looked at me with a cute little grin and jabbered a long sentence that went somthing like this, "Sheebaa tuuu baattdaddadda kaaahha". It sounded as if he was trying to bargain with me, so my translation is this, "Mom, if I just stand here and don't touch anything I won't get hurt". I repeated, "No Brock, don't climb on the fireplace, you need to get down". Again in response he said the same sentence,"Sheebaa tuuu baattdaddadda kaaahha". For the third time I said, "No Brock, don't climb on the fireplace you need to get down". This time with shrugged shoulders and a big grin he politely shook his head NO. REALLY!? Then I removed him from the fireplace without protest and he went on to the next thing. Oh my, already testing us!

Story #2
A couple days ago Brock began throwing food from his high chair - a sure sign he is done (he does say done some of the time now). Anyways, when the food began flying I said, "No Brock, do not throw your food". He stopped, looked right at me, and said, "NO"! Oh my, another test!

Story #3
I'm constantly amazed at how much a 13 month old can comprehend. The other night he walked right up to Cory, pointed at his eyes (really it was more like jabbing them) and said "eyes". Then we asked him where his eyes were and he pointed at his own. He can identify some of the body parts from one of his favorite songs, "Head, shoulders, knees and toes". It is very cute and I'm glad to report, Cory's eye is just fine!

Story #4
Now that I have told you how brilliant my child is, this one might make you think twice. We have a really long trip home from daycare...about 20 bumpy yards. Today Brock wanted to walk on his own in the snow. We walked home, one mitten off, one mitten on, had a couple stumbles along the way but we finally we made it. A few minutes later, I put Brock in his high chair for lunch. I placed a cracker on his tray and turned around to get the rest of his food. I heard a big "CLUD" and turned around. Brock had removed the giant rock he had some how found and stored in his mouth, to eat the cracker! Geeez!

I hope these stories give you some idea of the funny, happy, cute, and crazy boy who is constantly entertaining us! It will be interesting to see what these long sentences really turn out to be - I can hardly wait!