Master Jacob yodels. He turns his head up to you, his bright eyes excited, and talks in jibber-jabbers, but with the way his little tongue folds in and out, and the gutteral and falsetto sounds that come from him, you'd swear he's yodeling!
Since he's under a year old, I picked him up to introduce him to our wind chimes. He's discovered that if he throws up his arms, someone will pick him up, LOL. So, I did.
He wasn't sure about being face level with the chimes. His little fist gingerly reached out to one, and gave it a bat, but he was very studious about it all. He wasn't sure he liked the loud unusual ringing sounds.
And as sounds go, after church we went to KOTO, a new Japanese hibachi grill where I was holding Jacob when the teppanyaki chef lit the fire. Boy, did the instant flicking, rising, searing flames scare him! He reared back and trembled, poor little guy.
Jacob's always wanted to walk, he's wanted to get to Miss Lilly so he could play! Watching his eyes you can see what he's thinking, He's thinking she's great! And exciting!
So, when I rearranged the corner toy bookcase, that was perfect for him. He could get right in there with the rest of the kids. Jacob's toys, since he's still a crawler, got put at the end for easy access; nothing in front to hinder his reach.
It was a hit. Jayden, his older cousin, walked up, chose a toy he hadn't played with in a while, pulled it down, and since it had all the pieces exclaimed "You found Batman!" Miss Lilly played with a small princess house that had been buried. And then, Master Jacob stood on wobbly feet, with his back to us, and began emptying his tote -- "Fling" went the rattle, "Fling" went stuffed Humpty Dumpty, "Fling" went teething toy, and "Fling" went a 100 more!!!! Tossing toys over his shoulder, Jacob had a field day!
Got loose at church, he did. I'd had him, but he wiggled and squirmed and struggled to get loose. "Free at last" he crawled to Aunt Mary. We already had a plan in place for this contingency. He managed to get free from her, too, while she was distracted.
With a wispy grin, and smiling eyes, Mom got him! He was on his way back to me, with a toy in his left hand, when she emerged from the restroom and retrieved her son.
There was no subtility, there was no sneaking, there was no getting by. Like a pirate with a wooden leg, he clanked as he crawled -- crawl, clank, crawl, clank, crawl, clank. Hot Wheel cars clutched in the hand aren't quiet, you know. LOL.
Master Jacob can crawl faster than you can turn around and shut the bathroom door! Shifting to sit on his bottom, he can tell you all about it, in the language of yodel.
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