With recent increases in speech - both volume and complexity - came a surprising skill, so far from Benya - singing. Over the weekend Benya treated us to a karaoke rendition of "Пусть бегут неуклюжи" with a slinky standing in for an accordion. Tonight, as I was singing the nightly lullaby, Benya very recognizably sang along for the first two stanzas. And that was in spite of (or possibly due to) a shot of Tylenol before bed.
More complicated structures such as "cars go to Mars in rocket" and "red car for me, green for brother" are pretty standard now. Two nights ago, as I was reading a book that involved a girl flying on a bird, the following exchange took place:
Dad: "And here the girl flies on the bird through the starry dark."
Zev: "Me too!"
Dad: "Zevi, do you want to fly on the bird in a starry dark?"
Zev: "Yes!" After a thought: "And papa."
Dad: "OK, we will fly together." I did not want to leave Benya out: "Benya, would you like to fly with Zevi and I?" However, Benya is not a fan of heights.
Benya: "Me fly? No! Me moon!"
That last bit is all the more ironic, since recently Ben jumped up all the way up our stairs, one stair at a time. Yes, I was right behind him and had his back, you obsessive people! He landed with one foot on the target step, one foot where he started a couple of times, but never really missed a beat. Just hopped all the way up.
Finally, Zev is doing exceptionally well in the swimming class, through no fault of the current instructor, I am sad to say. Due to being rather trusting, Zevi is perfectly OK to be floating on his back with a little support and is perfectly game to try to use his arms and legs as he reaches for toys. I am pretty sure he is well on the way to swimming independently.
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