We actually made it to baby storytime this week. We missed it the past couple weeks because my son can't seem to get up in time to make it there by 10:00. I'm not sure if that classifies as bragging or complaining.
When we got there, we found out that another little boy had replaced my son, so to speak. As it turns out, they have the same name! We didn't create a name or pick a trendy one, but we're still shocked any time we hear of or see anyone with the same name as our son. As teachers, we had a hard time picking a boy's name that didn't evoke memories we didn't care to recall. It's been even more fun the second time around.
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I decided we should take a walk around the neighborhood today, and I grabbed my son's lawnmower to see if my theory that it keeps him moving in one direction continued to hold up. We were fine for the first time around the block, but as soon as I asked him to make the turn for the second time around, he began what amounted to the worst tantrum I'd seen him throw. Looking back on it nearly a week later as I write this, it probably wasn't nearly as bad as I originally thought. However, it seemed worse mainly because all of a sudden, there were people all around us. This guy was pulling weeds. That guy was getting out of his car. That lady was sitting on her front porch. They all looked at me with sympathetic eyes and wrinkled lips as, one at a time, they let me know that they had been there before. I picked up my shrieking son in one arm and his lawnmower in the other and carried them until it appeared that he had calmed down. I put him down, gave him back his lawnmower, and we both looked forward to his nap.
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Mommy had the day off yesterday today as we headed to the doctor to get some prenatal glamour shots of TNB. As of right now, he looks just like our oldest son did when he was that age. I assume the black and white turns to color as part of the actual delivery, Wizard of Oz-style.
Today was a "day on the floor" as we played zoo, LEGO, and worked on our numbers and letters. He's becoming quite good at distinguishing letters from numbers. He has a couple wooden puzzles that help him with this. I hand him the pieces and he puts them where they belong. Strangely, he puts them in the right spot but doesn't always get them facing the right way. He then tries to force them in, and I remind him to turn them around. Occasionally I will work in a letter when he's working on a number puzzle, and he will make a noise and then cast the piece aside. Granted, they are different sizes, but it's still rewarding to see him recognize things like that.
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I had some business to take care of this morning, and my dad made himself available to take care of my son. We got up early and made our way over to Pop Pop's house. My son immediately took ownership of all the toys that had been laid out for him and didn't really look back. I was worried that he would start crying as soon as I left the house (my son, not Pop Pop), but he barely flinched as I walked out the door. I didn't take it personally.
We all went to McDonald's for a less-than-nutritious lunch. My son was more interested in putting on a show for our fellow diners. Between loading and unloading his Happy Meal box with anything he could carry, climbing into someone else's both, and mangling his juice box, he had several eyes on him. Though they fell short of giving him a round of applause, the other patrons certainly seemed to be entertained.
When we got home, we had a few minutes to relax before taking the dogs to their hairdresser. It was no small feat to wrangle both dogs and deliver them while also holding a near-22-month-old, but I took care of business. I let the hairdresser know that my son would be going to sleep as soon as we got home, so I couldn't guarantee when I would be able to come back. She understood and let me know their closing time was flexible. Keeping this in mind, I returned home. It was a long day and longer week, and it was time for Daddy to take a nap.
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Days 88, 89, and 90
We were forced inside today by some cold rain, so we did our best to stay entertained. For my son, that mostly consisted of tormenting the dogs. As we are all confined to the living room most of the day, there is only so much sitting space to go around. While he doesn't seem to have any malevolent intentions, his mere presence in their personal space is often enough to get them to jump up and run away. Couple that with the fact that he imitates the way I playfully pat the dogs on the torso with his own (much harder) version, many times on their heads and snouts, and you can understand their reasoning. He's also taken to sticking a toy right in Davi's face in an effort to get him to try and take it from him. More often than not this results in Davi running away in frustration.
It isn't always like that, though. I have always tried to keep Davi and Ellie involved in our playtime. If they look like they want to play, we play. Today I grabbed one of Davi's toys from him and threw it behind me. Due to his age and depending on the light, he may not always be able to see more than a few inches in front of him. When it became clear that Davi wasn't going to be able to find the ball, my son trotted over to it and brought it back for him! Though I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be smacking Davi in the face again, it was a sweet little moment while it lasted.
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It looks like his illness has finally subsided. Just in time for a week off from music class! Once again we stayed inside. He's been spending a lot of time with his shape sorting toys lately. He's also getting very good at figuring them out. He even rarely tries to put the wooden shapes in the plastic holes anymore! I still have to turn the toys on the right side for him, but I suspect it won't be long until he figures that out, too.
Every now and then the dogs respond to his goading for playtime. Today he managed to get Davi to chase a few balls for him. He throws almost exclusively with his left arm. Sometimes the toys go a few feet; sometimes they land behind him. I've managed to "play catch" with him a few times, but he doesn't do much catching. He is good at keeping the ball in front of him, though. I guess as a lefty he won't be playing much infield. Perhaps its time to start teaching him a curveball.
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Our local Food Lion is closing. It's not even as old as my son. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to build a tiny grocery store with very little local name recognition in the middle of a 5 mile radius that includes two Giants, two Weises, a Shur Fine, Redner's, and Target. Regardless, the decision was a poor one. It's the closest grocery store to me, and including today, I've been there a total of 4 times. We went there today solely because everything (not regulated by the government) is 25% off. While the important stuff like Diet Pepsi and Doritos are completely sold out, we did manage to find some baby food, Mommy food, and dog treats.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I noticed a very unique, yet familiar, car in front of Five Guys. I stopped the car and peeked in the window, but I didn't see who I was looking for. Just as I was about to get back in the car, Pop Pop G, who restores classic cars, walked out the door and invited us in for lunch. It was a nice surprise, and it gave us a chance to catch up on some recent happenings and further hash out our game plan for the sun room's conversion from tiki bar to sports bar. I also learned that Five Guys sells a grilled cheese sandwich. How about that? Because I wasn't planning on having lunch until we got home, I didn't have a sippy cup for my son. Pop Pop G got him a paper cup to drink out of, and he managed to only spill it on himself once. Not bad at all.
It isn't always like that, though. I have always tried to keep Davi and Ellie involved in our playtime. If they look like they want to play, we play. Today I grabbed one of Davi's toys from him and threw it behind me. Due to his age and depending on the light, he may not always be able to see more than a few inches in front of him. When it became clear that Davi wasn't going to be able to find the ball, my son trotted over to it and brought it back for him! Though I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be smacking Davi in the face again, it was a sweet little moment while it lasted.
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It looks like his illness has finally subsided. Just in time for a week off from music class! Once again we stayed inside. He's been spending a lot of time with his shape sorting toys lately. He's also getting very good at figuring them out. He even rarely tries to put the wooden shapes in the plastic holes anymore! I still have to turn the toys on the right side for him, but I suspect it won't be long until he figures that out, too.
Every now and then the dogs respond to his goading for playtime. Today he managed to get Davi to chase a few balls for him. He throws almost exclusively with his left arm. Sometimes the toys go a few feet; sometimes they land behind him. I've managed to "play catch" with him a few times, but he doesn't do much catching. He is good at keeping the ball in front of him, though. I guess as a lefty he won't be playing much infield. Perhaps its time to start teaching him a curveball.
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Our local Food Lion is closing. It's not even as old as my son. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to build a tiny grocery store with very little local name recognition in the middle of a 5 mile radius that includes two Giants, two Weises, a Shur Fine, Redner's, and Target. Regardless, the decision was a poor one. It's the closest grocery store to me, and including today, I've been there a total of 4 times. We went there today solely because everything (not regulated by the government) is 25% off. While the important stuff like Diet Pepsi and Doritos are completely sold out, we did manage to find some baby food, Mommy food, and dog treats.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I noticed a very unique, yet familiar, car in front of Five Guys. I stopped the car and peeked in the window, but I didn't see who I was looking for. Just as I was about to get back in the car, Pop Pop G, who restores classic cars, walked out the door and invited us in for lunch. It was a nice surprise, and it gave us a chance to catch up on some recent happenings and further hash out our game plan for the sun room's conversion from tiki bar to sports bar. I also learned that Five Guys sells a grilled cheese sandwich. How about that? Because I wasn't planning on having lunch until we got home, I didn't have a sippy cup for my son. Pop Pop G got him a paper cup to drink out of, and he managed to only spill it on himself once. Not bad at all.
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