Heidi June 19th, 2008
Currently, the Bubbers king is absolutely fascinated by dogs.
Whenever he hears a dog bark, he immediately whips his head around, points to the window, and excitedly exclaims, “Dog! Ruff, ruff!”
Naturally, this makes my little SLP heart leap for joy and my tender mommy heart melt at the adorableness of it all.
“That’s right!” I reply, “A dog! A dog says, “Ruff, ruff!””
And then Bubbers spends the next 45 minutes pointing, smiling and declaring, “Dog! Ruff, ruff! Dog! Ruff, ruff!” over and over again.
At first, Charming thought I was exaggerating and didn’t believe me when I said our little guy was really saying, “Dog! Ruff, ruff!” (Since his cute 14 mos. articulation makes it sound like this).
But after Charming witnessed it for himself a few times, he was finally a believer.
And now we ecstatically spend all day every day talking about, listening for, pointing out and trying to find dogs and Bubbers just loves it.
He loves it so much, in fact, that he’s practically generalized “Dog” to every animal he sees.
Last Friday, I took Bubbers for a drive to meet up with our church playgroup.
We were meeting at a little country market I’d never been before and as I got Bubbers out of the car, we were greeted by this impressive site:
The Bubbers king gaped open-mouthed at it for quite some time before reaching out his chubby little hand, pointing with all his strength and asking: [Click here]
Laughing, I shook my head and explained, “No sweetie, that’s not a dog. That’s a 40 foot chicken with a funny looking egg.”
Then we moved on, exploring the market and keeping our eyes open for anyone who looked familiar.
It wasn’t long before we came upon these little guys and Bubbers sat up in his stroller, pointed and declared, “Dah! Uh, uh!”
Again I laughed and said, “Sorry Little Man, that’s not a dog, that’s a rooster and a chicken.”
Then they got closer.
And started flapping!
This really got Bubbers’ attention and he pointed and pointed, saying over and over, “Dah! Dah! Uh, uh!”
Then I got nervous that somehow they were related to the poor chickens of my youth and were seeking revenge at long last, so I quickly wheeled the Bubbers king away, explaining as we left, “No, son, those aren’t dogs.”
I still didn’t see anyone from church, so we wandered some more and found a pen of birds.
I pulled Bubbers out of the stroller and he didn’t quite know what to think of it all.
“I don’t quite know what to think of it all.”
And then he looked up.
And saw the birds.
And leaned forward.
And declared: [Click here]
Then I bent down next to him and smiled, “No, that’s a bird. It says, “Chirp, chirp!””
And then all of a sudden we saw the next best thing to a real live dog…..
A real live train ride!
So even though we never found our playgroup, I took Bubbers on his very first train ride.
And he just smiled.
And had the time of his life! (Even though we never did see a real dog that day).
- Sir Brother (formerly The Bubbers King)