Time to Inventory the Chemicals

My son keeps surprising me.

Last week, if memory serves, I started whistling to him. They say you need to stimulate babies’ brains, so I make an effort, as does his mother.

A couple of days ago, she told me he was whistling. I didn’t pay much attention. I had a lot on my mind. Today I saw him do it. He looked me right in the face and whistled on purpose.

It wasn’t great whistling, but it was whistling, and it was deliberate.

This morning, my wife called me to come to the bedroom. I went to the door and asked her what she wanted. She told me to look down. My son was on the floor by the doorway. I hadn’t even seen him; I could have stepped on him. I expected him to be on the other side of the room with his mother.

He had crawled about 15 feet from my wife’s recliner. He drops out of her lap on purpose, onto his feet. He can’t stay on his feet, and his crawling form is not very good, but he took off anyway.

A short time ago, she called me again and had me look at what she referred to as “the scene of the crime.” He was on the floor on his back, in front of our dresser, with a knob lying next to him. He had somehow unscrewed a knob from a drawer. Now we have to take measures to keep him from eating drawer knobs.

I put him on the bed and sat him up. He can sit up just fine now. I put the TV remote about a foot and a half away from him. He flopped on his belly, grabbed the remote, rolled back into a sitting position, and started trying to eat it. As of around three weeks or a month back, he hated being on his stomach. Now he doesn’t care.

He has an exercise mat he lies on. At the foot end, there is a plastic keyboard with 5 or 6 keys that look like piano keys. They make sounds and play annoying songs. Until recently, he had banged on the keys randomly, without seeming to realize what they did. Now he is kicking them on purpose in order to hear the sounds. He kicks them randomly, too, though.

He tried to imitate a word yesterday. We took him to Costco last week, and he sat in the cart like a toddler. He has a high chair, and he sits in it for long periods.

He had a checkup today. The nurse said he was way ahead on everything. We don’t know much about these things. We haven’t raised any other kids. We have to look them up.

She was impressed with things he had been doing for months. She thought he had just started doing them. She said he had great core strength. I could have told her that. He has been like a two-by-six since he was maybe two months old.

He may turn out to be extremely intelligent. If so, he is going to need some guidance. He will need help dealing with other kids, because he will find taking to normal children frustrating. He will eventually need to know some kids who are like him. He will have to be taught humility and gratitude so he doesn’t get on the other kids’ nerves and spend most of his childhood stuffed in lockers. He will need to know that brains are nothing to be proud of, and that they don’t make him better than anyone else.

It’s good that he’s so strong. Being a smart kid is no fun if you’re weak.

You shouldn’t be proud of anything, and that goes double for things that were handed to you without regard to effort or merit.

It would be great if he were very smart, but the important things are humility and a good relationship with the Holy Spirit.

His first word must be right around the corner. That will be legitimately spooky.