“Daddy’s Here!”
Posted on June 27th, 2009 by Ben
Okay, I realize this is not about our accident (sorry Pat, Laura has already written it once so I keep waiting for her to at least put a draft up here for me to work on rather than reinventing the wheel). However, it is about something very cute. Okay, two very cute somethings. I couldn’t resist writing about them, because they both tickled me.
Thomas can’t wait for Daddy to come home from work. When I get home from work, he usually screams “Daddy!” excitedly, and often runs to give me a hug as well. It’s very cute. A few days ago, however, he did something even cuter. As soon as I opened the door when I got home from work, Thomas yelled “Daddy’s here!” Needless to say he got a giant smile in response and some enthusiastic hugs and kisses.
Today he did another cute thing. This is not uncommon for him — he is, after all, always adorable. One of the things I have done several times with Thomas in the past is put my fingers under his bedroom door in the morning when he is wanting out. I have done this frequently for about a year now, or close to it. I’ll put my fingers under the door, he grabs them and giggles, and I pull my fingers out. Then he pushes his little fingers under the door, I grab them, he giggles again and pulls them back. Repeat. This morning the routine proceeded as usual for the first round — I got his fingers, and he giggled and pulled them back in. But when I put mine under the door again, he didn’t grab them again. Instead, he yelled “Come in!” How could I resist?
Other examples of cute, short sentences he’ll use at will: “Come on!” (usually accompanied by grabbing a finger and pulling one towards whatever it is he wants — a treat, the door, etc.) and “Come back!” Aside for these, he has also recently (last month or so) picked up on possessives and plurals: “Two’vum!” (Two of them!), “Mommy’s shoes!”, “My blankets!”, “Abby’s blanket!”, “Daddy’s motorcycle!”
Now we just need to find a way to get him to stop saying “No!” so much…
Where’s my food?
Posted on June 14th, 2009 by Ben
Abby turns 6 months old tomorrow. You know what that means: time for real food! Well, fine, maybe not “real” food at first, unless you consider rice cereal real food… I certainly don’t. But by the end of the week we will probably have her on pears and introducing new things every couple of days.
Tonight during dinner she was getting fussy about sitting all alone on the floor in her bouncer, so we broke out the high chair in preparation for tomorrow and her initiation into the world of solid food (again, not really solid, unless you consider mush and smashed pears solid… which I don’t). As happy as she was to get up with everybody else, she was highly put out with us when she discovered that we were getting her all ready for food, but not actually giving her any. See for yourself!
Line up!
Posted on June 12th, 2009 by Ben
So, this is nothing new, but nothing has been posted in a long time and I am suddenly feeling guilty.
Once upon a day, Thomas and Daddy were playing on the floor. Now, you may be aware of the fact that Thomas absolutely loves toy cars. You may be further aware of the fact that he has about a million of them. But I could be wrong, it may be many more.
Now, on this fine day, Daddy decided to line up a few cars next to each other. The line so straight, the curves so non-existent. Yes, this was a fine line. The play session continued, and Daddy thought nothing more of the line he had made.
Until the next day.
You see, Thomas has a mind like a steel trap. There is an ancient Uzbekistanian saying, “El elephánte remembrár etérna,” which translates roughly into “An elephant never forgets” — if the Uzbekistanians had known Thomas, that saying may well be different. The next day, Thomas lined up his cars again. But he did not stop there; no, he lined up all of his toys, side by side, trying to set a record for the longest line created by a two-year-old. And it continues to this day.
I was reminded most poignantly of this last night, as I browed through our photo gallery and stumbled upon several prime examples of this most cute behavior of his. And so, dear reader, I present for your enjoyment a collection of Thomas Trails. As you view these, keep in mind that the initial example was months (6 or so) ago, and there was no repeat performance. Also notice his conscious use of space and direction — in each row, every vehicle is pointed in the same direction, and his food is likewise consistently arranged.
This is why one must always be careful what one says (or does) around their child.
