Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
More From The Mouth
"I don't know why cowboys don't ride cows..."
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"Patience, mama. When there is an iPhone 4, we will buy one for you."
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"Going to see Santa is lots funner; going home, not so much."
We Knew It Would Happen
Sam is a little more than 2 years older than Joey and about 5lbs heavier. We knew that there would be comeuppance, and we knew it be too long before it started.
Last week, Joey tackled Sam for the first time - a really good rugby tackle, too, just grabbed him by the waist and pushed - and inside I cheered; maybe someday soon Sam will respect what Joey wants. (I know, I dream. It's still a nice thought.)
A Dog Would Have Been Cheaper
I remember discovering this when Sam was Joey's age, and am now rediscovering it with Joey; an 18-month-old is a lot like a dog. A fairly smart dog, maybe a spaniel of some sort, but a dog nonetheless, and one prone to misbehaving. Most of our conversations are full of things like, "No!", "Get off of that!", "What's in your mouth?" and "Good boy!"
Monday, December 13, 2010
A Clarification
Joey is awesome. I feel like my last couple of posts about him have been mostly negative, and although that's with good reason, it's very focused on a small amount of the time. Most of the time, he's a great kid. He's bright, he's very good with puzzles (already! And we thought Sam was doing them early!), and he understands a lot.
His current favourite thing to do is run. (Normally after his brother, but he's happy just running.) After supper, Julie or I will wash him up in the bathroom and he'll start saying, "Go go go go go". We set him down, yell, "Go!" and he'll take off. It's amazingly cute, still. My guess is it'll still be cute when he stops doing it, which will be a bit of a sad day.
His speech is doing well - he's got a dozen or so understandable words, and he's a decent mimic when he wants to be. He's also at the stage where he just babbles to himself almost constantly. I wish I knew what he was saying, because he sure thinks he's saying something. I was sitting on the floor in the den the other day when he walked up behind me, grabbed my head and said, "Blrf!" and walked away. He seemed satisfied.
We got us some good boys. Harrowing and trying, but that's little kids. They're still way on the plus side of the scale.
His current favourite thing to do is run. (Normally after his brother, but he's happy just running.) After supper, Julie or I will wash him up in the bathroom and he'll start saying, "Go go go go go". We set him down, yell, "Go!" and he'll take off. It's amazingly cute, still. My guess is it'll still be cute when he stops doing it, which will be a bit of a sad day.
His speech is doing well - he's got a dozen or so understandable words, and he's a decent mimic when he wants to be. He's also at the stage where he just babbles to himself almost constantly. I wish I knew what he was saying, because he sure thinks he's saying something. I was sitting on the floor in the den the other day when he walked up behind me, grabbed my head and said, "Blrf!" and walked away. He seemed satisfied.
We got us some good boys. Harrowing and trying, but that's little kids. They're still way on the plus side of the scale.
A Study In Contrasts
This weekend was Christmas party weekend; Saturday had Sam's preschool Christmas party, and Sunday was my work kid's party. They really couldn't have been more different.
One had pizza and ice cream, a visit from Santa (with presents!) and Little Ray's Reptile Zoo, a traveling show that lets kids learn about - and touch - a whole variety of neat creatures, bugs and snakes and scorpions and whatnot.
One had speeches, the most painful puppet "show" I've ever heard of, let alone witnessed, and the worst food I can ever remember eating.
Let's just say that I'm glad that both parties weren't at the same time, because we would have skipped my office party, and that would have been a shame. It was great. Nothing more to say. The preschool party, though...
It was a combined party for two of the preschool locations, but I'm pretty sure that that doesn't necessitate speeches from the directors of the locations. Not only do the parents not care, the 3- and 4-year-olds in the audience certainly don't.
This was followed by the only good part of the event; the kids' presentations (video coming soon). You couldn't have asked for a more stereotypical - and awesome - preschool show. There was singing (sort of), that one kid who was too close to the mic, forgetting and mangling of some words, and the one kid who started bawling as soon as everyone else started singing. It was beautiful.
After that, though, was The Show. I think it needs to be capitalized for posterity, as an indication that it was worthy of noting (though not noteworthy by a long shot). It was the most terrible, most awful, most painful piece of "entertainment" that I've ever had the misfortune to be exposed to. The "show" consisted of a single lady manipulating puppets about as well as I could and, sadly, "singing". (The quotes are to show that she really couldn't sing, but they sadly lack the sad face and hand gestures that I would be making while I said it in person. You'll have to imagine.) She wasn't bad enough to be funny, just bad enough to be awful. She had recorded music to accompany her that she completely ignored, both in key and tempo, and worst of all, she didn't know when to stop. Did you know that How Much Is That Doggie In The Window has 5 verses? I wish I didn't...
How bad do you have to be to sing kids songs with puppets and bore 3-year-olds?? We spent most of the time in the hall next to the "party" room, running and rolling balls.
Thankfully, we got back in time for the food. I felt bad for Julie, because she was hungry enough that it tasted good; I hope I never get that hungry. I lived through 4 years of meal hall in university, and it was absolutely gourmet in comparison.
The best part of the party was watching Sam. He is getting more and more awesome, and I now completely understand the parental urge to record everything.
One had pizza and ice cream, a visit from Santa (with presents!) and Little Ray's Reptile Zoo, a traveling show that lets kids learn about - and touch - a whole variety of neat creatures, bugs and snakes and scorpions and whatnot.
One had speeches, the most painful puppet "show" I've ever heard of, let alone witnessed, and the worst food I can ever remember eating.
Let's just say that I'm glad that both parties weren't at the same time, because we would have skipped my office party, and that would have been a shame. It was great. Nothing more to say. The preschool party, though...
It was a combined party for two of the preschool locations, but I'm pretty sure that that doesn't necessitate speeches from the directors of the locations. Not only do the parents not care, the 3- and 4-year-olds in the audience certainly don't.
This was followed by the only good part of the event; the kids' presentations (video coming soon). You couldn't have asked for a more stereotypical - and awesome - preschool show. There was singing (sort of), that one kid who was too close to the mic, forgetting and mangling of some words, and the one kid who started bawling as soon as everyone else started singing. It was beautiful.
After that, though, was The Show. I think it needs to be capitalized for posterity, as an indication that it was worthy of noting (though not noteworthy by a long shot). It was the most terrible, most awful, most painful piece of "entertainment" that I've ever had the misfortune to be exposed to. The "show" consisted of a single lady manipulating puppets about as well as I could and, sadly, "singing". (The quotes are to show that she really couldn't sing, but they sadly lack the sad face and hand gestures that I would be making while I said it in person. You'll have to imagine.) She wasn't bad enough to be funny, just bad enough to be awful. She had recorded music to accompany her that she completely ignored, both in key and tempo, and worst of all, she didn't know when to stop. Did you know that How Much Is That Doggie In The Window has 5 verses? I wish I didn't...
How bad do you have to be to sing kids songs with puppets and bore 3-year-olds?? We spent most of the time in the hall next to the "party" room, running and rolling balls.
Thankfully, we got back in time for the food. I felt bad for Julie, because she was hungry enough that it tasted good; I hope I never get that hungry. I lived through 4 years of meal hall in university, and it was absolutely gourmet in comparison.
The best part of the party was watching Sam. He is getting more and more awesome, and I now completely understand the parental urge to record everything.
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