Farts are funny

Johnny passed a very important rite of passage this evening: his first amusing fart. He was cuddled up with me on the couch having his "na na" and his little butt sounded the alarm. "Was that your bum bum?" I asked, and he stopped nursing for a moment as he thought about it, and then giggled and giggled and giggled.

His thinking is really getting quite abstract now. On Saturday morning I watched him solve quite a complex puzzle. He wanted a stool to stand on so he could reach the sink. First he pushed the box-shaped soft cooler bag up to the sink, but when he stood on it his feet sank to the floor. Then he went into the living room, got down on his hands and knees, and pulled his wooden box out from under the coffee table. He got it all the way to the kitchen doorway where he encountered a Daddy Roadblock (which was oblivious to the back-story but knew that Mommy Needed Him To Watch Johnny For Five Minutes) and there was a bit of a tantrum until I saved the day by saying "excuse me Daddy" and lifting the box up over the step it had snagged on and let him complete the puzzle. When he was triumphant at the sink and just about to get stuck into wreaking havoc on the dishes, Daddy was able to distract him with putting his nappy and Jammies on for his nap.

I also had the realisation this weekend that we have conversations now which mostly make sense.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Would you like some cheese?"
"Yes, white cheese." (Tootles over to the fridge and opens the door and the cheese drawer.) "Help, Mommy."
"Here you go."
"Thank you Mommy."

It's no uninterrupted night's sleep, but it sure is useful being able to communicate his needs.