What...you can't tell that I'm asking to go outside?
I mean, it makes perfect sense to me: Na-na=outside. You don't see it?
Well, I guess that is just one of the things parents and their kids get to have: their own secret language that makes sense them and is non-sense to the outside world.
Here's the brief evolution of the word: 99 is the number above our door. For months, Michael has been saying, "na-na" whenever we go into the door and we always say, "99, that's right...we live at 99!"
But now, he somehow has it in his brain that 99 is also the magic word to go through the door the other way, to the outside.
Since Michael's walking has been continuing to improve, we have been going outside a lot to get him to stretch his little legs. He has some new shoes which he likes and a growing sense of confidence and curiosity.
So, several times a day, pleading with me, he uses his little code-word, "na-na" to bring my attention to the door, indicating he wants to go outside.
Trouble is, when I open the door to go outside, and as I'm turning back to lock the door behind us, he's already got the gate open and is toddling down the walkway laughing and snorting with his arms up for added balance. It's funny, and scary at the same time! He's on the move!
And you would think even after a long walk to wherever he wants to go, that it's easy to get him back to 99...but no! He gets really sad whenever I bring him back in. In fact, if I set my keys down where he can reach them, he'll grab them and hold them up to the doorknob pleading and looking at me, "na-na? Na-na?" It's sad/cute/funny all at the same time.
I love our little prisoner!
I mean, it makes perfect sense to me: Na-na=outside. You don't see it?
Well, I guess that is just one of the things parents and their kids get to have: their own secret language that makes sense them and is non-sense to the outside world.
Here's the brief evolution of the word: 99 is the number above our door. For months, Michael has been saying, "na-na" whenever we go into the door and we always say, "99, that's right...we live at 99!"
But now, he somehow has it in his brain that 99 is also the magic word to go through the door the other way, to the outside.
Since Michael's walking has been continuing to improve, we have been going outside a lot to get him to stretch his little legs. He has some new shoes which he likes and a growing sense of confidence and curiosity.
So, several times a day, pleading with me, he uses his little code-word, "na-na" to bring my attention to the door, indicating he wants to go outside.
Trouble is, when I open the door to go outside, and as I'm turning back to lock the door behind us, he's already got the gate open and is toddling down the walkway laughing and snorting with his arms up for added balance. It's funny, and scary at the same time! He's on the move!
And you would think even after a long walk to wherever he wants to go, that it's easy to get him back to 99...but no! He gets really sad whenever I bring him back in. In fact, if I set my keys down where he can reach them, he'll grab them and hold them up to the doorknob pleading and looking at me, "na-na? Na-na?" It's sad/cute/funny all at the same time.
I love our little prisoner!
1 comment:
ha ha!
This is funny!
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