He pulls out book after book and tries to read them. He pulls out toy after toy and plays in his own little world of imagination. He runs from room to room, playing with whatever he feels in whatever way he feels. While it may seem like chaos to drive a parent crazy, it really is more like an engineer tinkering to make a robot arm move. There is the perfect storm of cognition and inexperience to where Gunner can make an experience out of anything.
When he first could reach doorknobs, he just wanted to open and close the doors. Now, it's a game. Dad's in the fridge, quick run and close the door on his head. Dad's in the bedroom, quick run and lock him. Dad's in the bathroom, quick run and open the door. All of these are done with huge smiles before and laughter after.
When it comes to talking, he is still clearly not very good but everything is attempted to be a word, even if what comes out is just a gargled grunting one syllable noise. But he is having more fun with letters, words, numbers, and objects by trying to say them. There is an amazing vocabulary/dictionary in his head that in no way makes sense to anyone except Gunner.
All in all, more things are fun than scary. Saints in the dome, yes please. Dogs play fighting in the house, yes please. Stairs, swings, anything that shoots water or bubbles, yes please.
Best of all, there is the music. Gunner has always clearly enjoyed when people sing or when music is on. But now, there is just enough understanding to knock your socks off. He can make sounds on rhythm and pitch with his favorite songs. He can clap along with rhythm and pitch also. He tries dancing but he takes after his mother in that area so that's nothing to brag about.
First trip to the Dome for dem Saints....