Master Jacob Having None of It

IN MOUTH -- Dec. '20

During this whole next story 16 month old Jacob was dressed in a baby red Santa outfit, and was dancing while clapping his hands and swinging his little butt.  It was adorable.  

But, he was chewing and no one else had food.  I asked "What's in his mouth?"  

Clint went under-teeth fishing and pulled out a plastic toy gray nut for a bolt from the Little Tikes Workbench Set.  

Some time later Jacob walked straight up to mom and said, "AHHHHhhhhhhhh" with his tongue sticking out.  She plucked another toy plastic gray nut from his mouth!  

He's a nut himself!!!  

 

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" -- June '21

Jacob loves to get in our Cozy Coup.  It's made by Little Tikes, looks like VW bug, red car body, yellow roof, with a latching door and steering wheel.  He uses his head and bangs the horm to make it go "Beep, beep, beep."  Then he steers the wheel frantically and laughs.  Going nowhere, of course.  We laugh heartily 'cause who uses their head to honk a horn?

Today, from Clint, his daddy, we get a Marco Polo video on our phone of Jacob in the family car.  No worries, they have the keyless remote in their pockets.  They'd unbuckled the kids expecting them to follow into the house, while they themselves carried in armloads of other stuff.  Well, unbeknownst to them Jacob didn't follow.  

He climbed into the front seat of the SUV instead, turned on the headlights, flashers, turned the steering wheel left and right, and giggled while pushing the horn, "beep, beep, beep."  Dad was saying, "No, no, no, Jacob.  Come here, get out of the car."  Jacob dives away from his dad, laying flat over the console, head and shoulders in the passenger seat, adamantly saying, "No, my car.  My car."

They have a little rascal on their hands who loves to rev everybody's engines!  Now shake your head back and forth, "No, my car."

"MINE" tools -- July '21

We were playing ball in the hall when 22 month Jacob disappeared.  He'd ventured into the utility room and found my personal bag of pink handled tools.  Here he came with a hammer and a screwdriver, declaring, "emmmmmMine!" 

I tried trading him for his own plastic set complete with pliers.  I tried offering him dump truck and bulldozer, and even tried switching for a couple of jelly beans.  He wasn't having it.  None of it.  He climbed the stairs to get away from me, clutched them under his armpit, and swung his head away.  He wouldn't look at me, but emphatically said, 

"No! emmmmmMine!"