The schooling highlight from last week was definitely Joey making Cricket a birthday card. I cut and folded construction paper, wrote “Happy Birthday from Joey” inside, and then gave the Toot some crayons and stickers. I also traced his hand on the back . . . poorly. I need more practice at this sort of thing, clearly.
We also had sort of an educational experience for Kit on Friday; he took part in a study investigating what kinds of speech babies like. I got a postcard from the Infant Research Center on campus when he was three months old; I filled it out and returned it; and now my baby is contributing to science. He was much admired (although I wonder whether this is part of a strategy to help people have a good experience), and the researchers told me hopefully that they have others studies of seven- and nine-month-olds. I told them that we’d be delighted. It’s hard to believe how smart and capable he is—last week he figured out how to open a book. He moves with purpose; he sets his sights high and then makes and executes his own plans (e.g., “I am going to crawl under the table, open that book, and just chew the dickens out of it”); he is very much different from Joey, and I keep being slightly shocked by his competence and clear sense of purpose. I keep posting something very like that, I realize—but I keep being surprised! I imagine the big, strong, sociable kid that he very well may grow up to be, and I can’t wait.
Joey’s appointment was cancelled by the pediatrician’s office—they left a message saying that he doesn’t need to be seen until March!—and while we keep calling during business hours, we keep getting their voicemail. I wonder whether they’re having some kind of internal problem over there, but whatever the reason, today we’re going to just keep calling and calling . . . and if that yields no fruit, tomorrow we’ll just go to the office and try to get things straightened out in person. But we keep seeing and hearing about kids whose speech was as behind or more behind than his, and that is (perhaps perversely) encouraging. Once every couple of weeks, he’ll link a couple of words together (last week: “No, mama”).