Seth's Weblog

He comes to us now to tell us things. He came into the kitchen several days ago, telling me something in grunts. Savannah and I could both tell he wanted me to follow him, walking away sideways with his hand opening and closing. I followed him and saw he was looking at the gate to the stairs which was wide open. He was saying, "Mama, you left the gate open!"

A few minutes ago, Seth grunted at me and pointed at the end table. I asked him what he wanted. Savannah got up from the couch because she thought he was demanding her seat. (She was offering it so easily because she was absorbed in her cartoon.) But he was telling me he'd found a bit of old popcorn. I had seen something white on the table, then I saw him chewing. He had asked permission and thought he'd gotten it.

Savannah did the same thing when she was little. She came out of her bedroom with her mouth open like, "Oh, my!" and stood there pointing into the room. I found that she had torn the giraffe's neck in her jungle pop up book.