Other Callenisms: He'll sign "milk" and walk over to the fridge. I'll get out the milk and try to hand it to him, but he'll refuse, so I'd put it back. But he actually wanted it so he'll whine and I'll get it out again and he'll take off down the hallway and then sit down in the family room waiting for his milk. This happened for awhile before Dave and I figured out that, yes, he wanted his milk, but only when he had sat down where ever it was that he wanted to sit. So now, he'll sign "milk," walk to the fridge to see you get it out, then high tale it somewhere to sit down and wait for you to hand it to him. So cute!
I think I've mentioned before that Callen loves the plastic castle slide we have in our basement. He can go up and down it on his own, but occasionally can't get up it if his socks or jammies are too slippery (best with bare feet). His latest thing is sliding down into this huge monkey pillow pet type thing at the bottom. He just loves it. Plus, it cushions his slide if he wasn't so eloquent about his method downward. He also just loves to walk up to the monkey and fall into it and then irrupt into giggling. It's pretty darn cute. He likes to play peek-a-boo through the slide too (when he's on the end he climbs up at).
He seems to incur more injuries, boo boos, bruises, eggs on his head, split lips, etc. that we ever remember Elodie having. Just in the past 24 hours, he split his bottom lip open, fell off the step stool onto the tile floor on his face attaining a nice goose egg on his forehead and split open his top lip, all while his parents watched while not be fast enough to prevent injuries.
