Mama-Come-Lately

For Christmas, because he loves buttons, zippers and shoelaces, my mom gave Baboo a learn-to-dress monkey we promptly named George. He’s awfully cute:

The other day, just for kicks, I asked the baby, “Where’s George?” For more kicks, I added, “Go find George!”

He got up, peg-legged his way over to George, and smashed his face into the monkey’s face — his equivalent, I think, of a hug.

I sat on the kitchen floor with my mouth hanging open for a moment before saying, “What a smart baby you are!” A few days ago, he did it again when a friend was visiting.

Later, I thought about all of this and realized a few things:

– We were in the kitchen, and George was in the dining room, at least 15 feet away, and he was slumped on his side (we often sit him up because he’s so damn cute).
– George has been around for just over three weeks and is not a constant plaything; more like one of a cast of rotating characters.
– We use the monkey’s name perhaps every other day.

So after roughly a dozen usages of the name in reference to the monkey, not only does the baby know the monkey’s name, but he understands “where” and “go get it.”

Things are about to get really fun around here.