Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Swim Lessons for Jonathon
Your 2nd day of swim lessons began identically to your first: you looked down at your feet and refused to move. Your arms circled but only because Miss Christina moved them. Unfortunately, Miss Emily (your fave) was not there and won't be back - something about family vacation and heading back to college. Such is the nature of working with teenagers, I suppose.
Anyhoo, Mommy saw you were struggling to get your mojo so she gave you what she thought was a reassuring "you can do it!"wave from afar.
You apparently saw it as more of a "ditch that swim lesson and hang with me" sort of wave and you ran over.
"No! Go back to your lesson," she called.
You grabbed her legs and hugged her. Then you ran back and began participating.
Was that all you needed-- a hug? Aww... I'm sorry, little man. My bad.
Note to self:
Never ever ever forget the hug. Ever.
The rest of swim lessons went great except for the fact that the teachers called you Jonathon the whole time. When I corrected them, the one who had been with us the day before was pretty mortified and very apologetic.
As we were leaving, your classmate, Matthew, called out, "Bye Jonathon!" Oops.
Note to Cole: When someone calls you Jonathon, tell them, No, my name is COLE. Own it!! :-)
Anyhoo, Mommy saw you were struggling to get your mojo so she gave you what she thought was a reassuring "you can do it!"wave from afar.
You apparently saw it as more of a "ditch that swim lesson and hang with me" sort of wave and you ran over.
"No! Go back to your lesson," she called.
You grabbed her legs and hugged her. Then you ran back and began participating.
Was that all you needed-- a hug? Aww... I'm sorry, little man. My bad.
Note to self:
Never ever ever forget the hug. Ever.
The rest of swim lessons went great except for the fact that the teachers called you Jonathon the whole time. When I corrected them, the one who had been with us the day before was pretty mortified and very apologetic.
As we were leaving, your classmate, Matthew, called out, "Bye Jonathon!" Oops.
Note to Cole: When someone calls you Jonathon, tell them, No, my name is COLE. Own it!! :-)
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Swim Lessons - I'm a Big Boy!
You had your first swim lesson today at the town pool. The class was enormous. It consisted of you and another little boy named Matthew.
Mommy helped you say hello to the teachers, Miss Christina and Miss Emily. You were scared. I realized that Miss Emily was an old friend of Cecilia's so I let you in on that fact, but it had almost zero effect. Then I swam away so you could learn all by yourself. This did not go well.
You refused to speak to the teachers, staring down at your feet most of the time. When it was time for arm circles, you just stood there. When it was time to put your arms over your head, you didn't budge. Like a puppeteer, Miss Emily went to work moving your sad, limp limbs. After several minutes of this, Mommy came back to help and provide some reassurance. We all sat and did arm circles together so you could see it was okay. You weren't buying it.
Next, Miss Christina threw some colorful weighted rings into the pool and asked you and Matthew to retrieve them. Well, lo and behold, being assigned a task was all it took to break you out of your shell! You scurried around collecting rings and proudly turned them in. You didn't even notice that Mommy floated away.
The rest of the swim lesson went very well. Matthew kept trying to swim away from the teachers, but you were a star pupil. You put your chin in the water, poured water on your head, made bubbles, jumped into the deep end and finished the lesson off with several runs down the twisty water slide.
It was awesome and so are you.
Mommy helped you say hello to the teachers, Miss Christina and Miss Emily. You were scared. I realized that Miss Emily was an old friend of Cecilia's so I let you in on that fact, but it had almost zero effect. Then I swam away so you could learn all by yourself. This did not go well.
You refused to speak to the teachers, staring down at your feet most of the time. When it was time for arm circles, you just stood there. When it was time to put your arms over your head, you didn't budge. Like a puppeteer, Miss Emily went to work moving your sad, limp limbs. After several minutes of this, Mommy came back to help and provide some reassurance. We all sat and did arm circles together so you could see it was okay. You weren't buying it.
Next, Miss Christina threw some colorful weighted rings into the pool and asked you and Matthew to retrieve them. Well, lo and behold, being assigned a task was all it took to break you out of your shell! You scurried around collecting rings and proudly turned them in. You didn't even notice that Mommy floated away.
The rest of the swim lesson went very well. Matthew kept trying to swim away from the teachers, but you were a star pupil. You put your chin in the water, poured water on your head, made bubbles, jumped into the deep end and finished the lesson off with several runs down the twisty water slide.
It was awesome and so are you.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Extreme Yard Makeover
Now that we have a new patio, new grass and all sorts of awesomeness in our yard, we are hoping to put in a swing / play set for you and Charlie. We have a special area near the garage picked out. Mommy spent several hours leveling it a few weeks ago. She spent even more time today trying to make it perfect. She has no idea what she is doing so it's not going well. Or maybe it's going great. Therein lies the challenge.
Doing yard work like this is hard for Mommy, but great for you and Charlie. You love, love, love being outside. In between playing in the sandbox, riding in your big plastic car and just generally running around the yard like lunatics, you and Charlie had a blast. You even helped Mommy clean up the play area. Your job: removing rocks. Here's how it went:
Meanwhile, Daddy was pulling out roots and moving the sprinkler around to water different parts of the lawn.
It was very warm day but even worse, it was humid as H - E - Double Hockey Sticks. So, when we were finished with yard work, Mommy proposed an idea: let's run through the sprinkler!!
Surprise: you were down. You and I romped, ran, walked, hopped, skipped and jumped through the sprinkler. Charlie even got in on the action a bit, but he definitely wasn't as into the idea of getting very wet.
You and I were both fully dressed (although I only had flip-flops on while you had socks and sneakers - gross!) and we were both completely soaked in no time. It was refreshing and fun. And daddy wouldn't join us. Because he's a party pooper. ;-P
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| Here you are at the edge of the new play area - before anything was done to it. |
Doing yard work like this is hard for Mommy, but great for you and Charlie. You love, love, love being outside. In between playing in the sandbox, riding in your big plastic car and just generally running around the yard like lunatics, you and Charlie had a blast. You even helped Mommy clean up the play area. Your job: removing rocks. Here's how it went:
- You would find rocks and put them in a bucket.
- Charlie would steal the bucket and dump out the rocks in random places.
- You would yell at him.
- Repeat.
Meanwhile, Daddy was pulling out roots and moving the sprinkler around to water different parts of the lawn.
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| Charlie in the play area holding a container of thyme. Why not? |
Surprise: you were down. You and I romped, ran, walked, hopped, skipped and jumped through the sprinkler. Charlie even got in on the action a bit, but he definitely wasn't as into the idea of getting very wet.
You and I were both fully dressed (although I only had flip-flops on while you had socks and sneakers - gross!) and we were both completely soaked in no time. It was refreshing and fun. And daddy wouldn't join us. Because he's a party pooper. ;-P
Monday, July 23, 2012
Epic Potty Training Fail
On Monday, Grandmom put you in underwear for several hours. You didn't have an accident and Grandma declared you ready for potty training. Um, okay.
So this past weekend we decided to give it a go.
Saturday, July 21: Mommy got up with you, removed your overnight diaper and put you in underwear. Soon after you ran into the kitchen and announced happily: "Mommy, I want to make poopy on the potty!"
Wow, that was easy. What is all the fuss about potty training, I thought.
Then I checked your underwear. Damn. Double damn.
Fast forward to avoid detailed descriptions of scraping poop out of underwear...
We went to the diner for lunch. You had on clean, fresh underwear and felt like a big boy. You got your usual (grilled cheese). Charlie got his usual (strawberry crepes). All was right with the world. At the end of the meal, daddy took your to the bathroom to wash your hands. That's when he realized you were soaked with pee. You just let it all out as if you had a diaper on.
Long story short, you spent the rest of the day soaking underwear, your clothes, anything you sat on and anyone who picked you up with urine. I believe the outfit change tally = 5. Spectacular.
Sunday, July 22: It's go time. No diaper. No underwear.
The dream: You will feel the cool breeze on your nether regions. You will see what happens when you need to go pee. You will finally connect the sensation of "the urge" with the act and then you will use the potty. It will be magical and glorious.
The reality: You will empty your bladder on the dining room floor. You will do a great job cleaning it up (great for a 3-year-old). You will pee again in the yard. You will not care. And, to quote you, you "will never use the potty!"
And we're back to diapers.
So this past weekend we decided to give it a go.
Saturday, July 21: Mommy got up with you, removed your overnight diaper and put you in underwear. Soon after you ran into the kitchen and announced happily: "Mommy, I want to make poopy on the potty!"
Wow, that was easy. What is all the fuss about potty training, I thought.
Then I checked your underwear. Damn. Double damn.
Fast forward to avoid detailed descriptions of scraping poop out of underwear...
We went to the diner for lunch. You had on clean, fresh underwear and felt like a big boy. You got your usual (grilled cheese). Charlie got his usual (strawberry crepes). All was right with the world. At the end of the meal, daddy took your to the bathroom to wash your hands. That's when he realized you were soaked with pee. You just let it all out as if you had a diaper on.
Long story short, you spent the rest of the day soaking underwear, your clothes, anything you sat on and anyone who picked you up with urine. I believe the outfit change tally = 5. Spectacular.
Sunday, July 22: It's go time. No diaper. No underwear.
The dream: You will feel the cool breeze on your nether regions. You will see what happens when you need to go pee. You will finally connect the sensation of "the urge" with the act and then you will use the potty. It will be magical and glorious.
The reality: You will empty your bladder on the dining room floor. You will do a great job cleaning it up (great for a 3-year-old). You will pee again in the yard. You will not care. And, to quote you, you "will never use the potty!"
And we're back to diapers.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The end is nigh!
More specifically, the end of your tenure as an only child. Also, apparently, the end of the world as we know it.
To you, these events may prove to be synonymous.
It looks like you little bro will make his debut within the next day or two. This is my unofficial, non-medical estimate. From that point forward, you will no longer be the sole target of our attention. You will be forced to share the spotlight.
I have no idea how you're going to handle this.
You will be almost exactly 2 1/2 years older than your brother, which is the result of either carefully engineered family planning or utter chance. For the sake of argument let's assume the former. This 30 month gap should provide you with just enough maturity to handle the entire child-rearing process. Yes, we fully expect you to raise your brother, while your mother and I spend our days lazing about, eating bonbons and consuming alcoholic beverages. And occasionally dispensing parental advice.
I'm confident that this is a fairly bulletproof plan.
To you, these events may prove to be synonymous.
It looks like you little bro will make his debut within the next day or two. This is my unofficial, non-medical estimate. From that point forward, you will no longer be the sole target of our attention. You will be forced to share the spotlight.
I have no idea how you're going to handle this.
You will be almost exactly 2 1/2 years older than your brother, which is the result of either carefully engineered family planning or utter chance. For the sake of argument let's assume the former. This 30 month gap should provide you with just enough maturity to handle the entire child-rearing process. Yes, we fully expect you to raise your brother, while your mother and I spend our days lazing about, eating bonbons and consuming alcoholic beverages. And occasionally dispensing parental advice.
I'm confident that this is a fairly bulletproof plan.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Two and a half years old!
Yesterday you turned two and half years old. Wahoo! Yes, you are still at an age where half years count. After all, we only recently stopped celebrating every single month of your life, so there's no rush to jump to an annual revelry schedule.... yet.
You saw Dr. Chen on Friday for your 2.5 year check-up. She was majorly impressed with your language skills - full sentences and all that. Apparently, that's something to get wowed over. You are ridiculously good at picking up new words these days and correcting mispronounced words too ("Ming-ah" became "Grandma" in about two seconds flat on Mother's Day and now you won't even accept the old name -- "No, it's Grandma!"). A thought occurred to me: you might want to slow it down a bit. Your parents are getting used to all this brilliance and, ya know, you don't want us to get jaded or have expectations that can't be met. Just sayin'.
Speaking of Mother's Day, it was this past Sunday. We had a good time at Uncle Mark & Aunt Melissa's house. Grandmom, Bubby, Pop-pop, Uncle Scott (formerly known as Uncle Knock) and Aunt Jaimi were all there. You and Caleb played in the tree house, ran around the yard, climbed through tents and played basketball in the driveway.
It must be nice to have a well-kept, flat, fenced yard with actual grass to play in. I really wish we had that at our house. Instead, we have this incredible steep yard, terraced in spots, with hills and valleys that have incredible ankle-breaking potential. It was all very quaint looking when we bought the house but it was never particularly toddler-friendly and many years of neglect haven't helped. We grow green stuff, but it's not grass. I'm not even sure if it's good enough to be called weeds. I was asked on Mother's Day why we don't have grass. Great question. I deferred it to Daddy. Taking care of the yard is daddy work! We also don't have a fence and you like to remind us of that regularly by running off. Awesome.
In addition to the suckiness that is our yard, we have woods bordering one side of the property with a bunch of ivy that acts as a welcome mat to all the ticks. Hello, lyme-disease-carrying parasites, come on in, we'd love to have you! We had our first visitor about 2 weeks ago. It must have been on me because I found it in our bedroom right next to my laundry bag. Thankfully, no biting occurred. However, our most recent guest found his way onto you... burrowed right into your head! I didn't come out easily. Nope. It held on so tight that we pulled it apart in, like, 3 pieces. Can you imagine a creature that is so bloodthirsty (or determined?) it won't release it's grip even as it feels it's body being ripped in two?? It required lots of effort to fully remove the embedded head (yum!), but eventually we got it all out. Hopefully it didn't transmit anything nasty to you.
It's enough to make me want to move to the city.
You saw Dr. Chen on Friday for your 2.5 year check-up. She was majorly impressed with your language skills - full sentences and all that. Apparently, that's something to get wowed over. You are ridiculously good at picking up new words these days and correcting mispronounced words too ("Ming-ah" became "Grandma" in about two seconds flat on Mother's Day and now you won't even accept the old name -- "No, it's Grandma!"). A thought occurred to me: you might want to slow it down a bit. Your parents are getting used to all this brilliance and, ya know, you don't want us to get jaded or have expectations that can't be met. Just sayin'.
Speaking of Mother's Day, it was this past Sunday. We had a good time at Uncle Mark & Aunt Melissa's house. Grandmom, Bubby, Pop-pop, Uncle Scott (formerly known as Uncle Knock) and Aunt Jaimi were all there. You and Caleb played in the tree house, ran around the yard, climbed through tents and played basketball in the driveway.
It must be nice to have a well-kept, flat, fenced yard with actual grass to play in. I really wish we had that at our house. Instead, we have this incredible steep yard, terraced in spots, with hills and valleys that have incredible ankle-breaking potential. It was all very quaint looking when we bought the house but it was never particularly toddler-friendly and many years of neglect haven't helped. We grow green stuff, but it's not grass. I'm not even sure if it's good enough to be called weeds. I was asked on Mother's Day why we don't have grass. Great question. I deferred it to Daddy. Taking care of the yard is daddy work! We also don't have a fence and you like to remind us of that regularly by running off. Awesome.
In addition to the suckiness that is our yard, we have woods bordering one side of the property with a bunch of ivy that acts as a welcome mat to all the ticks. Hello, lyme-disease-carrying parasites, come on in, we'd love to have you! We had our first visitor about 2 weeks ago. It must have been on me because I found it in our bedroom right next to my laundry bag. Thankfully, no biting occurred. However, our most recent guest found his way onto you... burrowed right into your head! I didn't come out easily. Nope. It held on so tight that we pulled it apart in, like, 3 pieces. Can you imagine a creature that is so bloodthirsty (or determined?) it won't release it's grip even as it feels it's body being ripped in two?? It required lots of effort to fully remove the embedded head (yum!), but eventually we got it all out. Hopefully it didn't transmit anything nasty to you.
It's enough to make me want to move to the city.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Finally.
Today, April 29, was mommy's last day of work before starting maternity leave. Hallelujah!
Now we wait... and prepare... for the coming of your little brother. You, dear Cole, will continue going to daycare as if nothing has changed. It isn't that mommy doesn't want to spend every waking moment with you -- you are, after all, adorable, funny, smart and wonderful. But there are three very good reasons for this decision:
1. Mommy is still getting a full paycheck and can afford to continue paying for full-time daycare. (For now, at least)
2. Mommy is large, slow, tired and doesn't sleep well. These things make her not fun, irritable even.
3. Once a newborn is here, mommy will be a bit smaller, a bit faster, but still very tired and irritable.
Trust me, you will be happier in daycare playing with the kids and teachers.
We have discussed the impending arrival of a your little brother, a baby, with you many times. On some level, you get it. You know that there is a "baby in the belly" and sometimes you kiss the belly or talk to the baby inside it. You know that this baby is your baby brother. But do you know what a "baby brother" is or how it ruins lives of big brothers? I sort of doubt it.
You know what babies are -- you see them at daycare. But having mommy take care of one while neglecting your needs... well, that's a different story entirely. This is a reality I don't think you fully understand or appreciate yet. But you will, oh you will. And when you do -- in the immortal words of a drunk friend who threatened to 'come over there' -- "then none of us will be happy!"
Now we wait... and prepare... for the coming of your little brother. You, dear Cole, will continue going to daycare as if nothing has changed. It isn't that mommy doesn't want to spend every waking moment with you -- you are, after all, adorable, funny, smart and wonderful. But there are three very good reasons for this decision:
1. Mommy is still getting a full paycheck and can afford to continue paying for full-time daycare. (For now, at least)
2. Mommy is large, slow, tired and doesn't sleep well. These things make her not fun, irritable even.
3. Once a newborn is here, mommy will be a bit smaller, a bit faster, but still very tired and irritable.
Trust me, you will be happier in daycare playing with the kids and teachers.
We have discussed the impending arrival of a your little brother, a baby, with you many times. On some level, you get it. You know that there is a "baby in the belly" and sometimes you kiss the belly or talk to the baby inside it. You know that this baby is your baby brother. But do you know what a "baby brother" is or how it ruins lives of big brothers? I sort of doubt it.
You know what babies are -- you see them at daycare. But having mommy take care of one while neglecting your needs... well, that's a different story entirely. This is a reality I don't think you fully understand or appreciate yet. But you will, oh you will. And when you do -- in the immortal words of a drunk friend who threatened to 'come over there' -- "then none of us will be happy!"
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Evolution of the Bedtime Story
First, let me say that we have pretty much always read bedtime stories to you (even when you clearly didn't understand and weren't interested) and, once you got into them, you got WAY into them. However, as happens with most precocious children, your tastes have changed over time... dare I say, yours have gotten more refined with age?
Anyhoo, your first real story was Where Is Baby's Belly Button? This was soon followed by Where is Baby's Mommy? The premise of both is similar -- flap lifting, several frustating pages of finding the wrong things, prize finally awaits you on the last page -- the only difference between the two are the types of items to be identified. You loved these books.
The next step up were books by Sandra Boynton, specifically, Oh My Oh My Oh Dinosaurs and the Going to Bed Book. These are short, rhyming, sing-songy and filled with fun words and adjectives. Imagine my surprise when you busted out with the word, "exercise," on the one day during my entire pregnancy that I decided to exercise! That night, I realized where it came from -- one of these books. Ahh, learning.
Soon after (not sure when - my mind is a little hazy these days given that all the blood in my body is flowing to my core to nourish your not-yet-fully-baked baby brother) we ventured into the land of bigger, longer, more word-dense books. The first one of these that comes to mind for me is everyone's favorite rhyming story. Yes, you guessed it: The Cat in the Hat. The first few readings were touch and go but within days you were hooked. And then mommy and daddy had to tagteam the chore, er, I mean privilege, of reading this book to you EVERY night.... for weeks and weeks on end. I think we all may have had it memorized by the time you tolerated the mere suggestion of adding other books to the evening repertoire.
Another favorite that came on the scene around the same time: The Best Nest. Perhaps the most awesome part of this book is that Daddy made up a terrible tune for Mr. Bird's song, which you two would sing every night. Cacophony would be an overstatement, but let's just say neither of you would have made it to Hollywood on American Idol.
For a period of time, these two books were rotated pretty much exclusively. Then, one day.... you discovered your love of bears. Beady Bear, to be more specific (yes, by Don Freeman). For a book written, like, 50 years ago, it certainly still stands the test of time (except for the whole reading the "evening papers" thing -- who gets the morning paper let alone the evening paper anymore???).
After Beady, we started introducing more books, more faster to give our nights a little more variety. This strategy worked; you accepted most of them. Some of these new staples have included: Alfred the Bear (another oldie but goodie), the Sam stories (Sam's Bath, Sam's Cookie), Knuffle Bunny ("aggle flaggle klaggle!!") and your latest favorite, The Little Red Caboose (which echoes your current love of all things Thomas the Train). The latter has tons of detail to its pictures. Apparently in this little town, every freaking woodland creature comes out to watch the train go by. Also, there is a camp of Native Americans just outside of the clearly much safer white village. Interesting.
So there you have it: your life in books (so far). You're welcome!
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| Pretending to read on cue for the camera. Good boy! |
The next step up were books by Sandra Boynton, specifically, Oh My Oh My Oh Dinosaurs and the Going to Bed Book. These are short, rhyming, sing-songy and filled with fun words and adjectives. Imagine my surprise when you busted out with the word, "exercise," on the one day during my entire pregnancy that I decided to exercise! That night, I realized where it came from -- one of these books. Ahh, learning.
Soon after (not sure when - my mind is a little hazy these days given that all the blood in my body is flowing to my core to nourish your not-yet-fully-baked baby brother) we ventured into the land of bigger, longer, more word-dense books. The first one of these that comes to mind for me is everyone's favorite rhyming story. Yes, you guessed it: The Cat in the Hat. The first few readings were touch and go but within days you were hooked. And then mommy and daddy had to tagteam the chore, er, I mean privilege, of reading this book to you EVERY night.... for weeks and weeks on end. I think we all may have had it memorized by the time you tolerated the mere suggestion of adding other books to the evening repertoire.
Another favorite that came on the scene around the same time: The Best Nest. Perhaps the most awesome part of this book is that Daddy made up a terrible tune for Mr. Bird's song, which you two would sing every night. Cacophony would be an overstatement, but let's just say neither of you would have made it to Hollywood on American Idol.
For a period of time, these two books were rotated pretty much exclusively. Then, one day.... you discovered your love of bears. Beady Bear, to be more specific (yes, by Don Freeman). For a book written, like, 50 years ago, it certainly still stands the test of time (except for the whole reading the "evening papers" thing -- who gets the morning paper let alone the evening paper anymore???).
After Beady, we started introducing more books, more faster to give our nights a little more variety. This strategy worked; you accepted most of them. Some of these new staples have included: Alfred the Bear (another oldie but goodie), the Sam stories (Sam's Bath, Sam's Cookie), Knuffle Bunny ("aggle flaggle klaggle!!") and your latest favorite, The Little Red Caboose (which echoes your current love of all things Thomas the Train). The latter has tons of detail to its pictures. Apparently in this little town, every freaking woodland creature comes out to watch the train go by. Also, there is a camp of Native Americans just outside of the clearly much safer white village. Interesting.
So there you have it: your life in books (so far). You're welcome!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Ming-ah
Grandmom Sheil finally returned yesterday from an almost month-long trip to Spain and France. She spent much of the time in Barcelona but also visited the Mediterranean coast of Spain and various towns in Provence. More importantly, you were without your Monday caretaker for 3 whole weeks!
She came for a visit and for dinner tonight, but mostly she wanted to see you! Although you have called her various things, we we finally and definitively confirmed your name for her: Ming-ah. She isn't Asian (as far I as I know), but somehow the name fits and she likes it. And so it shall be.
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| This pic is old - from Dec 2009 - but it was the only one of you and Ming-ah that I could find quickly. Get over it. |
Sunday, April 10, 2011
"My ____!"
One of your newest phrases du jour is "My __[fill in the blank]__." From food to toys to clothes to just about any item you can grasp in your hot little hands, you have begun proclaiming your ownership and dominion over material goods in a way not yet seen by your befuddled parents.
"My cupcake!"
"Yes, I know it's your cupcake, Cole."
"My Hiro!"
"Yes, that is your train, Cole."
"My shirt!"
"No, actually, I paid for that shirt. It's mine. I'm just letting you borrow it!!!" Sheesh!
"My cupcake!"
"Yes, I know it's your cupcake, Cole."
"My Hiro!"
"Yes, that is your train, Cole."
"My shirt!"
"No, actually, I paid for that shirt. It's mine. I'm just letting you borrow it!!!" Sheesh!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
A Walk Down Memory Lane
Got a notice from Google that all video files uploaded to Google Video will be deleted as of the end of this month. Since Google bought out You Tube, they apparently no longer want to maintain a separate video hosting site. Makes sense, I guess.
Anyway, it got me to look at was on Google Video and You Tube. I came across some funny and adorable (if I do say so myself!) video clips of you in the two to ten month range. I have to post one here... just for old times sake. Enjoy!
Anyway, it got me to look at was on Google Video and You Tube. I came across some funny and adorable (if I do say so myself!) video clips of you in the two to ten month range. I have to post one here... just for old times sake. Enjoy!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Hi, How are you? It's nice to meet you too!
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| That's Amazing! |
I must admit my least favorite (relatively) new phrase is "I want, I want" -- not so much because of the demand but because it is frequently stated without any specificity about the object of your desire.
"What do you want?"
Silence.
Hmmm....
Not that I would necessarily give in to whatever it is you want, but sometimes it's as simple as wanting to play or having a snack. These are things I would happily give in to, if I only I knew you wanted them!
An even bigger milestone is stringing together longer thoughts and sentences. This is often impressive, even when used somewhat inappropriately: "Hello, Daddy. How are you? It's nice to meet you." (I'm pretty sure you and daddy have met before - numerous times in fact!).
Apparently, you have also become the arbiter of funny. "No, mommy, that's not funny," I get scolded when I laugh at a joke. Daddy gets the same scolding too, as do other people, like Pop-pop, just the other day. But, the thing is, it is funny. Why do you keep telling us it's not??
One of the most bittersweet of your intellectual leaps is your improved pronunciation. Gone are the days of "chach n cheese" and "Wanus" -- here are the days of eating "mac and cheese" and watching "Thomas." The sweetly sung nighttime call of "ya you" has been replaced with the decidedly more mature sounding "I love you."
You are growing up too fast!!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Even more words...
New words continue to flow every day. Recent additions to your vocabulary include: ball, rain, pasta, Choo-choo (pronounced "Cha-choo"), horse ("horsey!")...
In addition to the impressive array of words is the increasingly large and loud menagerie of animal sounds you've added to your repertoire. There's the old standbys that you've known for some time (a cow's moo, a sheep's baa, a kitty-cat's meow, a horse's neigh, a dog's bark) and then there's the slightly more obscure and more interesting animals sounds: a lion's roar, an owl's hoot-hoot, and an elephant's.... whatever it is that an elephant sound is called.
It's all very cute.
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| With a rock. A big rock. |
It's all very cute.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
"All guy!"
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| Knock, knock, knock! Hello - is this thing on?? |
"All guy!"
Out of cheerios?
"All guy!"
Daddy cleaned his dinner plate?
"All guy!"
That's right, in our house, when you clean your plate or just decide that you're finished eating, you're greeted with a resounding "All guy!" ("all gone") from Cole.
It's a nice affirmation of even the smallest of accomplishments. :-)
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Uh Oh Kid
We had this conversation yesterday:
Cole: What's that? (points at a light)
Dad: It's a light.
C: What's that? (still pointing at light)
D: Light.
C: Ooo...what's that?
D: Light.
C: What's that?
D: That is a light.
C: Wow...(looks around the room, gaze eventually returning to same light)...What's that?
D: Still a light.
We engage in very similar discourse several times a day. Often the subject is some sort of light, but other favorite topics include doors, boxes, cats, and your own bellybutton (which, incidentally, you absolutely cannot get enough of). Clearly, you're a curious sort.
Watching you figure out the complexities of speech is pretty fascinating stuff. Your first word (though it may not appear in Webster's) was "uh oh". Which, for a time, was the only thing you would say, repeating it over and over - to the extent that the kids at daycare would greet you each morning with a ringing chorus of "uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh". You would, of course, respond in kind. The teachers called you "The Uh Oh Kid". Incidentally: in the event that one day you choose to become a costumed crimefighter, you may want to consider resurrecting this moniker. I picture a bunch of goons catching a glimpse of your red UO logo and muttering in dismay, "Uh oh, it's him!"Then you would rain uh oh's and boo-boos down upon your enemies. Oh, and also vengeance.
"Uh oh" still makes an appearance now and then, but it's been supplanted by "what's that?" as your most commonly-uttered phrase. This is probably for the best. The "uh oh" blitz may have given an observer the impression that you had either caused or been victimized by some sort of hardship. Which was rarely if ever actually the case.
Your current vocabulary also includes the following:
Abodee/abodah: okay, so these aren't really words. Not in the traditional sense. But you've been repeating them since you began stringing syllables together. If I say "abodee" to you, you'll respond in kind, and then launch into several minutes of unabated babbling. While I'm not certain what these "words" mean (if anything), I theorize that they're purely conceptual, a green light to begin waxing philosophically on whatever subject you feel like discussing. I suspect you're usually talking about your bellybutton.
All gone: sounds a bit like "ahga" but we know what you're getting it. Your usage is a bit inconsistent, in that when you say "all gone" there generally isn't anything that's technically all gone. I suppose it's simply fun to say.
Cookie: there was a period of about an hour when "cookie" was your favorite word. This immediately followed your introduction to animal crackers. After that episode, I don't think you've said this word more than once or twice. However, your love of cookies remains.
Elmo: actually sounds more like "Elma". Elmo usually refers to the Sesame Street character, who you can readily identify on screen, in pictures, or in cracker form. But you've also been known to associate other items with "Elma" - cats, cartoon characters, photos of yourself.
Hi/Bye: At this point in your life, you're not a particularly good greeter. Sometimes you'll say "hi" to a cat, but rarely to an actual person. You may be getting the hang of "bye" though. In the past few days, you've used it appropriately several times. Color me impressed.
Mama: there's a school of thought that maintains this was actually your first word. For months, when upset, you would yell out "mamamamamamamamama!" But you never appeared to refer to Mama herself (and to this day, we're not sure if you have ever actually referred to her by name).
As your vocabulary expands, I'll chronicle it here. I'll stop when you've learned all the words I used in this post.
Cole: What's that? (points at a light)
Dad: It's a light.
C: What's that? (still pointing at light)
D: Light.
C: Ooo...what's that?
D: Light.
C: What's that?
D: That is a light.
C: Wow...(looks around the room, gaze eventually returning to same light)...What's that?
D: Still a light.
We engage in very similar discourse several times a day. Often the subject is some sort of light, but other favorite topics include doors, boxes, cats, and your own bellybutton (which, incidentally, you absolutely cannot get enough of). Clearly, you're a curious sort.
Watching you figure out the complexities of speech is pretty fascinating stuff. Your first word (though it may not appear in Webster's) was "uh oh". Which, for a time, was the only thing you would say, repeating it over and over - to the extent that the kids at daycare would greet you each morning with a ringing chorus of "uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh". You would, of course, respond in kind. The teachers called you "The Uh Oh Kid". Incidentally: in the event that one day you choose to become a costumed crimefighter, you may want to consider resurrecting this moniker. I picture a bunch of goons catching a glimpse of your red UO logo and muttering in dismay, "Uh oh, it's him!"Then you would rain uh oh's and boo-boos down upon your enemies. Oh, and also vengeance.
"Uh oh" still makes an appearance now and then, but it's been supplanted by "what's that?" as your most commonly-uttered phrase. This is probably for the best. The "uh oh" blitz may have given an observer the impression that you had either caused or been victimized by some sort of hardship. Which was rarely if ever actually the case.
Your current vocabulary also includes the following:
Abodee/abodah: okay, so these aren't really words. Not in the traditional sense. But you've been repeating them since you began stringing syllables together. If I say "abodee" to you, you'll respond in kind, and then launch into several minutes of unabated babbling. While I'm not certain what these "words" mean (if anything), I theorize that they're purely conceptual, a green light to begin waxing philosophically on whatever subject you feel like discussing. I suspect you're usually talking about your bellybutton.
All gone: sounds a bit like "ahga" but we know what you're getting it. Your usage is a bit inconsistent, in that when you say "all gone" there generally isn't anything that's technically all gone. I suppose it's simply fun to say.
Cookie: there was a period of about an hour when "cookie" was your favorite word. This immediately followed your introduction to animal crackers. After that episode, I don't think you've said this word more than once or twice. However, your love of cookies remains.
Elmo: actually sounds more like "Elma". Elmo usually refers to the Sesame Street character, who you can readily identify on screen, in pictures, or in cracker form. But you've also been known to associate other items with "Elma" - cats, cartoon characters, photos of yourself.
Hi/Bye: At this point in your life, you're not a particularly good greeter. Sometimes you'll say "hi" to a cat, but rarely to an actual person. You may be getting the hang of "bye" though. In the past few days, you've used it appropriately several times. Color me impressed.
Mama: there's a school of thought that maintains this was actually your first word. For months, when upset, you would yell out "mamamamamamamamama!" But you never appeared to refer to Mama herself (and to this day, we're not sure if you have ever actually referred to her by name).
As your vocabulary expands, I'll chronicle it here. I'll stop when you've learned all the words I used in this post.
Dear Cole: welcome to your blog. This is perhaps a bit overdue, given that you've always been well ahead of the curve when it comes to electronic media. After all, you've had your own Facebook page since you were two days old. You're a cutting edge dude.
I don't have a set plan for this blog, other than posting about interesting/amusing chapters of your life, from the mundane to the monumental. We'll see how it goes. You just turned 1 1/2 a few days ago (happy half-birthday, by the way), and you've provided plenty of material. I feel like I'm doing you a disservice by not chronicling the events of your life, so let's start rectifying that ASAP.
I don't have a set plan for this blog, other than posting about interesting/amusing chapters of your life, from the mundane to the monumental. We'll see how it goes. You just turned 1 1/2 a few days ago (happy half-birthday, by the way), and you've provided plenty of material. I feel like I'm doing you a disservice by not chronicling the events of your life, so let's start rectifying that ASAP.
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