About an hour ago, a big Salvation Army truck began backing gingerly down the (not terribly wide) communal driveway behind our house. I figured the baby would enjoy seeing what was making the beeping noise, so I took him out on the deck to watch.
He kicked his chubby little legs in excitement (easily one of the top five cutest things he does). I narrated the scene: “Look, the driver is being very careful! He’s backing up…. now he’s going forward a little bit. Ooh, the wheels are turning to the left! Now he’s going to go back some more!”
Riveting stuff, I know.
Baby Baboo (not his real name) has begun waving bye-bye, sort of: He will reliably flap his left arm up and down when you say “bye-bye!” and wave. Sort of an embryonic bye-bye wave, but still, I think it counts. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to practice.
I said “bye-bye,” and waved. He flapped his arm. We repeated this sequence a few times before the driver noticed us and started waving. We waved and flapped happily until the truck pulled away.
Good times, for sure. And I suspect the driver enjoyed it, too.
Mama-Come-Lately 
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