I took him on his first trip to the Zoo and he was afraid of everything, including the painted frog statues on the ground. Once I convinced him they were toys, he got brave enough to get closer and put his hat on a frog's head.
The goats terrified him, especially the one that hopped up on the bench next to him. I had to rescue him.
He liked the penguins, sea lions, and large fish. But what he really liked was the elephants. He watched as one used her trunk to rip leaves off a tree branch and then carry the branch around.
When he heard the train whistle as it click-clacked down the track, he got very excited. So, of course we had to go for a ride.
He sat on a seat like a big boy so I could take his picture. Then he noticed the animal photo
on the seat in front of us. He babbled and jabbered and touched it, telling me about the elephant.
I said, "Yes, that's an elephant, and we saw the elephant eating leaves."
He listened and looked and smiled.
He understood what I said, kicked his legs and squealed with delight. He was astounded when the train rounded the bend and slowed in front of the elephant compound. He even loved going through the dark tunnels.
This little guy is 15 months old and is repeating words and talking. His latest: hi kitty cat, hi papaw, bouncy ball, basket ball, what's dat? BALLLL. (Everything is ball to him.) Instead of saying the word "more" and tapping his fingers together, he uses the baby hand sign for more food and says, "Ball." We have been working for three days on saying "more" and touching his mouth. He did it twice. He's stuck on the word "ball."
He zooms down the drive way on his riding toy car, lifts his feet and coasts like a big boy.
What an active little sweetheart. We are blessed.