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Aug. 28th, 2009 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhIt feels good to have another project completed. This one, a quilt for a co-worker's daughter. The cute-as-a-button Bitzer is three weeks older than Dixon.
Dixon is cruising all over the place and, as always, he will move at lightning speed for food. The child has not found a food he doesn't like. He says "hi" and "uh oh", "mama", "nana", and "phthththtbt!" The upsetting new development is a nasty case of separation anxiety. I love to be loved, and I need to be needed, but I also need to put on my pants or pour some milk on occasion. Sometimes mommy needs her hands free.
Not! Allowed! Holy moly, is he ever attached to me. I should enjoy it while it lasts, because someday he'll want nothing to do with me and I'll miss these days.
Samuel is picking up words like a sponge, and the time of strict self-censorship has come. One slip of the f-bomb and I hear, "buck!" in reply. Oh, fahrvergnügen.
In contrast to his younger (but not much smaller) brother, Samuel doesn't like to eat. At all. The child seems to live on omega-3 gummies, Poly Vi-Sol and air. We're happy if we can get him to eat one actual meal a day. He's growing and developing perfectly well, though, so we try not to worry. Samuel can count to 20, knows the alphabet, and can draw an almost-recognizable "O". His favorite songs are "Row, Row, Row Your Boat", "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "The Wheels On the Bus". He's trying to read, and is making great progress. Samuel began preschool last week, two half-days a week, and he loves it. Miss K must keep them going the whole time, because he's ready for his nap as soon as he comes home. It's incredible to watch him learn and blossom. At the same time, there's a lot of frustration (for him and us!) as he learns that there are boundaries and he struggles against them.
In other words, he's two and a half years old.
Toilet Learning is coming along. He knows what it's about, and we're just waiting for him to have a better sense of when he needs to go and having the ability to hold it in. At this point, it's up to us to make sure we're listening carefully; I know I've missed an opportunity or two because I didn't realize what he was trying to tell me until it was too late. A little focus for a couple of weeks, and a little logistical change here and there, and I think we'll be in good shape.
Samuel is also asking to sleep in a big bed, so we're trying to work out how best to manage the transition.
Dixon is cruising all over the place and, as always, he will move at lightning speed for food. The child has not found a food he doesn't like. He says "hi" and "uh oh", "mama", "nana", and "phthththtbt!" The upsetting new development is a nasty case of separation anxiety. I love to be loved, and I need to be needed, but I also need to put on my pants or pour some milk on occasion. Sometimes mommy needs her hands free.
Not! Allowed! Holy moly, is he ever attached to me. I should enjoy it while it lasts, because someday he'll want nothing to do with me and I'll miss these days.
Samuel is picking up words like a sponge, and the time of strict self-censorship has come. One slip of the f-bomb and I hear, "buck!" in reply. Oh, fahrvergnügen.
In contrast to his younger (but not much smaller) brother, Samuel doesn't like to eat. At all. The child seems to live on omega-3 gummies, Poly Vi-Sol and air. We're happy if we can get him to eat one actual meal a day. He's growing and developing perfectly well, though, so we try not to worry. Samuel can count to 20, knows the alphabet, and can draw an almost-recognizable "O". His favorite songs are "Row, Row, Row Your Boat", "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "The Wheels On the Bus". He's trying to read, and is making great progress. Samuel began preschool last week, two half-days a week, and he loves it. Miss K must keep them going the whole time, because he's ready for his nap as soon as he comes home. It's incredible to watch him learn and blossom. At the same time, there's a lot of frustration (for him and us!) as he learns that there are boundaries and he struggles against them.
In other words, he's two and a half years old.
Toilet Learning is coming along. He knows what it's about, and we're just waiting for him to have a better sense of when he needs to go and having the ability to hold it in. At this point, it's up to us to make sure we're listening carefully; I know I've missed an opportunity or two because I didn't realize what he was trying to tell me until it was too late. A little focus for a couple of weeks, and a little logistical change here and there, and I think we'll be in good shape.
Samuel is also asking to sleep in a big bed, so we're trying to work out how best to manage the transition.
