One day I gave him a banana to munch on (after he asked for a " 'nana") and when he was through he marched through the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, and deposited his banana peel in the compost bucket! Our little green guy.
Another day I was holding Seamus and walking around, trying to soothe him (we've been sick a lot lately) and when we passed the fridge Seamus pointed at the photos and said, "Sa!" which, of course, translates to Sarah, whose image was before us. I chose to believe it was a coincidence until, a moment later, he pointed at and named, "Gammy", "Daddy", and "'Mark" (John-Mark - who we have only seen twice in Seamus's lifetime!). This kid has a memory, and a darn fine one. Since then he has named Grampa (on the ipad), Kelvin (the pastor at our church), cousins Cameryn, Roehn and Cole, Linus, and most recently "Bubber" (brother) has finally become "Kook" (aka Luke).
Most consequential of all, my baby Seamus climbed out of his crib for the first time yesterday morning. I heard the boys chattering, so I walked downstairs to be met by two little boys coming out of their bedroom! I was stunned! I asked Luke (who has alluded to the fact that he's "got the power" to get Seamus out of his crib if he needs to), if he happened to have anything to do with Seamus's unexpected freedom and he replied, "No. I was just sleepin' wiff my eyes closed and as far as I knew Seamus was in his crib and then suddenly - poof! I opened my eyes wide and there he was outside of his crib!" I was hoping Seamus would forget his new skill, but that afternoon when I went to get him up from his nap he was, yet again, liberated. There he sat in the clean laundry basket, smiling away, and to my, "What is this?!" he replied, "Out, Mommy! Owwwwt."
Oh sigh. My baby's out.
Little Mister Amazin' Smarty pants.
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