Raspberries
I remember when Raimi was about Kinnell’s age, reading that babies this age like to blow raspberries. Raimi wasn’t really into that that I can remember. But Kinnell can entertain himself making slobbery plbbbbb sounds for minutes. If you smile or laugh at him, he’ll reward you with a smile, then stick his tongue out and resume his happy bronx cheers.
Also, he’s the most ticklish, giggly little dude you ever met. His chin, tummy, chest, armpits, and feet are all good places to try to get a giggle out of him. The other day I had a conversation that went like this:
Me: Kinnell, I need to cut your fingernails.
Kinnell: (spirited giggling)
Me: Seriously. Your nails are really long.
Kinnell: (loud belly laughs)
Me: No, really. I’m very serious.
Kinnell: (more giggling and laughter)
This went on for a very long time.
As I finish this entry, Kinnell, who is sitting on my lap, is very interested in the screen. I can tell because he’s staring intently and blowing raspberries.