Thursday, August 27, 2009
'Boo-ing' with Daddy
Gramsy wisely supplied him with a Twizzler to keep him calm enough to enjoy the ski tube ride with daddy!
Poppy wisely kept it at 5mph!
the week after dave left, every time we walked by the tube on the beach, he'd say, "Boo! Daddy!"
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
recording the little things
i am only recording the following for my own memory's sake. sometimes i feel strange about the fact that other people read this stuff, and could perceive it as me putting it out there to brag on my child. it is really more of a virtual Baby Book, where i can look back and marvel at the little things that no one else might care to know.
i am just amazed by this little guy, more and more each day-- he is full of surprises-- so inquisitive and perceptive -- comprehending everything, and trying to verbalize whatever he possibly can.
i know my second will probably be severely short changed when it comes to all of these firsts... being recorded and whatnot. he (or she) will have to go to therapy for feeling like the second child who never got blogged about... and i'll spend years trying to convince him that i love him just as much-- i just didn't have time to write it all down.
but for now, while i have the time, i am enjoying more than ever the current gift of Christian Alexander-- and the smiles he brings to our faces all day long.
he brings me clothes and shoes and tells me whose they are. he even did this on vacation with Gramsy and Poppy's stuff.
earlier today, he was playing his little nursery rhyme piano book and started chanting, "Pack...Pack...Pack". I thought he was saying 'apple' (apple = 'pahk', not sure why but that's how he says it). then i realized he was saying (Gramma) "Peg". we went there the other day to visit and he got to play her piano... so now she is Gramma Pack.
this morning he pointed to a frog in a book and said "wawa"... only the frog was not in any water. then i remembered that he has another book where there is a frog who sits in the water. i guess he's made the association that frogs live in the water.
Gramsy must have told him that the scrub brush in the elmo bath book was a brush, cuz when i opened it to read it today, i asked him what was in the tub (thinking maybe he'd say 'bubbles'). he said "Brush!" which i've never heard him say before.... it took me by surprise.
when i told him there were bubbles in the tub, he paused for a millisecond, and said, "Poopa" (Cooper) ... who blew bubbles in the pool 3 weeks ago. he's been talking about cooper a lot since then, but has never mentioned the bubble blowing.
yesterday i was reading to him and he pointed to a picture of a boy with a halloween mask on (just a little black eye mask), and he said "Gogga". it took me a minute, but he kept repeating it over and over, until i realized he was saying "Goggles". then he said, "Poopa". Again, hasn't mentioned the fact that Cooper was wearing goggles that day he blew bubbles in the pool, in 3 weeks.
he is playing with a Vermont Maid syrup bottle this morning that i washed out so he could flip the lid open and shut. he's been pretending to pour it on everything and hasn't put it down yet. he was examining it at one point and pointed to the cameo of the Vermont Maid herself, and said "Ball". it took me a few seconds to realize her picture was inside of a circle/oval.
he's taken to telling little stories when he remembers something. out of the blue a couple of weeks ago he started talking about Kristina. it was about a month after she'd visited. right before she left, she got a soccer ball out of her car and kicked it around the driveway for a few minutes. and here we are a month afterward, when he looks at me suddenly and says, "Nina." our conversation went like this...
"What about Nina?"
"Ball... Ball!"
"Nina had a ball?"
"Kick....Kick."
"Nina kicked the ball?"
"Bounce."
"Nina bounced the ball?"
"Nina!"
and now he brings it up all of the time. same with "Poopa.... Wawa.... Nunno (funnel)... Pop!" describing how Cooper had a funnel that he made the pool water 'pop' through.
or he'll say "Poopa... Kuck-ah (Tucker)... Vroom...!"
"Cooper and Tucker have motorcycles?"
"Vroom...Vroom!"
"What did Cooper do on his motorcycle?"
"Up...Up...... boom!" (describing how he went over a jump while riding his dirtbike)
I love this age... i think it's my favorite so far. watching his face light up at the littlest things, and seeing him discover, problem-solve, and begin to engage in imaginary play (feeding his new "Peggy Bear" (from Peggy at the Lake) a cracker).
These last few days of summer are always nostalgic... and now they are new at the same time. ... i'm not going back to school. i'm schooling my own little one in the things of everyday life. it's simple and it's soooo good.
i am just amazed by this little guy, more and more each day-- he is full of surprises-- so inquisitive and perceptive -- comprehending everything, and trying to verbalize whatever he possibly can.
i know my second will probably be severely short changed when it comes to all of these firsts... being recorded and whatnot. he (or she) will have to go to therapy for feeling like the second child who never got blogged about... and i'll spend years trying to convince him that i love him just as much-- i just didn't have time to write it all down.
but for now, while i have the time, i am enjoying more than ever the current gift of Christian Alexander-- and the smiles he brings to our faces all day long.
he brings me clothes and shoes and tells me whose they are. he even did this on vacation with Gramsy and Poppy's stuff.
earlier today, he was playing his little nursery rhyme piano book and started chanting, "Pack...Pack...Pack". I thought he was saying 'apple' (apple = 'pahk', not sure why but that's how he says it). then i realized he was saying (Gramma) "Peg". we went there the other day to visit and he got to play her piano... so now she is Gramma Pack.
this morning he pointed to a frog in a book and said "wawa"... only the frog was not in any water. then i remembered that he has another book where there is a frog who sits in the water. i guess he's made the association that frogs live in the water.
Gramsy must have told him that the scrub brush in the elmo bath book was a brush, cuz when i opened it to read it today, i asked him what was in the tub (thinking maybe he'd say 'bubbles'). he said "Brush!" which i've never heard him say before.... it took me by surprise.
when i told him there were bubbles in the tub, he paused for a millisecond, and said, "Poopa" (Cooper) ... who blew bubbles in the pool 3 weeks ago. he's been talking about cooper a lot since then, but has never mentioned the bubble blowing.
yesterday i was reading to him and he pointed to a picture of a boy with a halloween mask on (just a little black eye mask), and he said "Gogga". it took me a minute, but he kept repeating it over and over, until i realized he was saying "Goggles". then he said, "Poopa". Again, hasn't mentioned the fact that Cooper was wearing goggles that day he blew bubbles in the pool, in 3 weeks.
he is playing with a Vermont Maid syrup bottle this morning that i washed out so he could flip the lid open and shut. he's been pretending to pour it on everything and hasn't put it down yet. he was examining it at one point and pointed to the cameo of the Vermont Maid herself, and said "Ball". it took me a few seconds to realize her picture was inside of a circle/oval.
he's taken to telling little stories when he remembers something. out of the blue a couple of weeks ago he started talking about Kristina. it was about a month after she'd visited. right before she left, she got a soccer ball out of her car and kicked it around the driveway for a few minutes. and here we are a month afterward, when he looks at me suddenly and says, "Nina." our conversation went like this...
"What about Nina?"
"Ball... Ball!"
"Nina had a ball?"
"Kick....Kick."
"Nina kicked the ball?"
"Bounce."
"Nina bounced the ball?"
"Nina!"
and now he brings it up all of the time. same with "Poopa.... Wawa.... Nunno (funnel)... Pop!" describing how Cooper had a funnel that he made the pool water 'pop' through.
or he'll say "Poopa... Kuck-ah (Tucker)... Vroom...!"
"Cooper and Tucker have motorcycles?"
"Vroom...Vroom!"
"What did Cooper do on his motorcycle?"
"Up...Up...... boom!" (describing how he went over a jump while riding his dirtbike)
I love this age... i think it's my favorite so far. watching his face light up at the littlest things, and seeing him discover, problem-solve, and begin to engage in imaginary play (feeding his new "Peggy Bear" (from Peggy at the Lake) a cracker).
These last few days of summer are always nostalgic... and now they are new at the same time. ... i'm not going back to school. i'm schooling my own little one in the things of everyday life. it's simple and it's soooo good.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Blogust Rush
I wish there was a way i could have blogged on vacation. 1. because there were so many wonderful moments of watching my baby discover the sweetness of Indian Lake. 2. because i had so much time in between those moments to sit around and wait for him to finish napping.
I guess I can't capture everything for posterity-- I just wish i could go back and note a little something from each day in August-- instead of trying to capture it all with less than a week left of this month... which has been a whirlwind, starting with a friend's wedding, the arrival of Maddy, the fender bender, the fiasco of having to rent a car and fit everything in it, packing, leaving at 10pm on friday night and arriving at the lake at 4am! ... preceeded by a wonderful week with Maddy by the pool (or as Christian calls her, Manny...they had such fun together... he adores her more every time he meets her :) ), and a great 2 weeks in our favorite spot.
all in all it has been a fabulous month!
as far as the lake: the weather was fantastic most of the time, and we were able to be on the beach, in the water, and out in the boat almost every day. Christian loved the sand, the water, learning to walk into it, the rocks, the hummingbirds, and all of his new adoring fans... whose names he learned to say by the end of our stay! about 13 in all!
it was really amazing to watch him grow in his vocab, social skills, and even in stature -- i guess 15 months is a milestone of some sort. he definitely seemed bigger and older by the end. maybe the Lake is just a rite of passage or something. he started comprehending more and more, and mimicking our words by the second week. everything we say, he hears, and either responds to or repeats. he became fascinated with onomonopoetic words like "buzz" , "crunch", and "whoopty-doodle" (Joe's response whenever C would trip and fall). he'd laugh and laugh and try to repeat the funny sounds. it was quite amusing.
some of his new ones:
hummy= hummingbird (he also will say "zzzzt zzzooom" if you ask him what one 'says')
hawk = hawk (and will screech exactly like one when asked what one says)
chippy= chipmunk
pah = paddle
dock = dock
beats = beach
hock = rock (and walk) -- which were already in his repertoir, just moreso every time we walked out the door
Joe...Joe = Joe or Joseph
Pay-dee = Peggy
Nanny = Kenny
Ain-ah = Wayne
Sizzy = Susie
Hudsy = Hudson
Emmy = Emerson
Taw-Tuh = Carter
oohk = Luke
Nee-Nee = Neal
Pat = Pat (that one he already knew from patting his head)
....and the long awaited "Gramsy"... which is actually pronounced "Momsey"... and is the cutest thing ya ever heard :)
another funny thing he started doing right before we left for the Lake, was picking up anything the size of a stick or shovel that reached from his hand to the ground, and running it along the ground as if it were a vaccum, going , "vroom, vroom". he must have vaccumed every inch of Twin Coves by the end of our stay! When he met Marge, he pointed to her cane and said, "vroom, vroom!"
eventually i'll post some pictures---for now, i'm just trying to catch up on housework. it's amazing how much more work it is to unpack than to pack!
I guess I can't capture everything for posterity-- I just wish i could go back and note a little something from each day in August-- instead of trying to capture it all with less than a week left of this month... which has been a whirlwind, starting with a friend's wedding, the arrival of Maddy, the fender bender, the fiasco of having to rent a car and fit everything in it, packing, leaving at 10pm on friday night and arriving at the lake at 4am! ... preceeded by a wonderful week with Maddy by the pool (or as Christian calls her, Manny...they had such fun together... he adores her more every time he meets her :) ), and a great 2 weeks in our favorite spot.
all in all it has been a fabulous month!
as far as the lake: the weather was fantastic most of the time, and we were able to be on the beach, in the water, and out in the boat almost every day. Christian loved the sand, the water, learning to walk into it, the rocks, the hummingbirds, and all of his new adoring fans... whose names he learned to say by the end of our stay! about 13 in all!
it was really amazing to watch him grow in his vocab, social skills, and even in stature -- i guess 15 months is a milestone of some sort. he definitely seemed bigger and older by the end. maybe the Lake is just a rite of passage or something. he started comprehending more and more, and mimicking our words by the second week. everything we say, he hears, and either responds to or repeats. he became fascinated with onomonopoetic words like "buzz" , "crunch", and "whoopty-doodle" (Joe's response whenever C would trip and fall). he'd laugh and laugh and try to repeat the funny sounds. it was quite amusing.
some of his new ones:
hummy= hummingbird (he also will say "zzzzt zzzooom" if you ask him what one 'says')
hawk = hawk (and will screech exactly like one when asked what one says)
chippy= chipmunk
pah = paddle
dock = dock
beats = beach
hock = rock (and walk) -- which were already in his repertoir, just moreso every time we walked out the door
Joe...Joe = Joe or Joseph
Pay-dee = Peggy
Nanny = Kenny
Ain-ah = Wayne
Sizzy = Susie
Hudsy = Hudson
Emmy = Emerson
Taw-Tuh = Carter
oohk = Luke
Nee-Nee = Neal
Pat = Pat (that one he already knew from patting his head)
....and the long awaited "Gramsy"... which is actually pronounced "Momsey"... and is the cutest thing ya ever heard :)
another funny thing he started doing right before we left for the Lake, was picking up anything the size of a stick or shovel that reached from his hand to the ground, and running it along the ground as if it were a vaccum, going , "vroom, vroom". he must have vaccumed every inch of Twin Coves by the end of our stay! When he met Marge, he pointed to her cane and said, "vroom, vroom!"
eventually i'll post some pictures---for now, i'm just trying to catch up on housework. it's amazing how much more work it is to unpack than to pack!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Let's Be Thankful Week
Let's be thankful...
That dave's fender bender was only that... and the car is still drivable. That he wasn't hurt at all. That there was no oncoming traffic when he spun into the other lane. That we have insurance. That we have another car. That we have family and friends who are willing to pick us up from the garage. That driving to wilmington twice tomorrow isn't really that big of a hardship and makes me thankful that we have 2 cars --
That it's a beautiful day!
That we get to spend time with Maddy!
That we get to go to the Lake this Friday!
That our car will hopefully be fixed by then!
That dave's fender bender was only that... and the car is still drivable. That he wasn't hurt at all. That there was no oncoming traffic when he spun into the other lane. That we have insurance. That we have another car. That we have family and friends who are willing to pick us up from the garage. That driving to wilmington twice tomorrow isn't really that big of a hardship and makes me thankful that we have 2 cars --
That it's a beautiful day!
That we get to spend time with Maddy!
That we get to go to the Lake this Friday!
That our car will hopefully be fixed by then!
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