Reminder

Luca is starting to get his own tiny personality. Yeah, right now he’s still more like a puppy than a human being. But we’re starting to see what he has in store for us. I’m happy to report that those things are hilarious and poop filled.

The other day, Diana was engaged in her always losing battle to keep the house in order. Put one toy away, watch two toys come out. Clean one dish, watch two dishes shatter on the kitchen floor.

She came upon Luca, who had managed to nab her Blackberry from what was once a baby-proof locale. She wrestled it away from him (a lot more of a struggle than you’d think with an 11-month-old). Before she placed her phone in a new baby-proof locale she looked at the display.

Luca had typed “P-O-O-P.”

I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. When she told me, I was absolutely giddy that he was sending her a perfect message in four letters. Like the room full of monkeys on typewriters who write Shakespeare.

“Oh, no. That wasn’t a message to me,” she said. “It was a reminder to himself.”

Several hours later, Diana put him down naked in his room after baths and then ran downstairs to deal with whatever crisis Elijah was having.

When she got upstairs, Luca had pooped, in her words, “Three perfect poops.”

I just love the idea that Luca sent himself an email reminding himself to defecate on his floor.

The story gets a little less cute when he ground said poops into the floor and into one of Eli’s “Curious George” books.