August 18, 2008
August 15, 2008
And he called me...
Mama!
Yes, the dear Little P said his first word today! He was rather unhappy and wanted some attention so he reached his dimply arms towards me with a big ol' frown on his face and whimpered, "Mama."
Aww, doesn't that just melt the heart.
Yes, the dear Little P said his first word today! He was rather unhappy and wanted some attention so he reached his dimply arms towards me with a big ol' frown on his face and whimpered, "Mama."
Aww, doesn't that just melt the heart.
August 13, 2008
August 12, 2008
Le Menu du Benjamin
Now that Benjamin has experienced a variety of foods, he has a few strong opinions.
YUM, YUM, YUM!
applesauce
bananas
pears
peas
green beans
oatmeal
peaches
nectarines
sweet potatoes
blueberries
prunes
HMM...STILL THINKING ABOUT IT
avocado
pumpkin
carrots
chicken and rice puree
multi-grain cereal
GAG, COUGH, SPUTTER!
cottage cheese
chick peas
baby rice cereal
tofu
YUM, YUM, YUM!
applesauce
bananas
pears
peas
green beans
oatmeal
peaches
nectarines
sweet potatoes
blueberries
prunes
HMM...STILL THINKING ABOUT IT
avocado
pumpkin
carrots
chicken and rice puree
multi-grain cereal
GAG, COUGH, SPUTTER!
cottage cheese
chick peas
baby rice cereal
tofu
Feed a Cold? Starve a Cold? Feed my Kid?
Tis true, I'm afraid. The rattly cough, the endlessly running nose, the successive sneezing...Benjamin is experiencing his first cold. I am proud, in a way. Against more conservative and fearful advice, I have taken Little P out on the streets and into public germs since he was three days old. He experienced a New York winter and all the invisible stuff one might encounter being passed from one set of admiring arms to another. I never asked anyone to wash their hands (though some thoughtful people washed up voluntarily). And it has taken seven months for Benjamin to get sick for the first time. Not so bad, I think. (I have to also credit six plus weeks of Emma's breast milk and awesome immunities. I am absolutely POSITIVE they played a part in his great health.)
Anyone else? Moms, if you are the type to tromp around town with your newborn, how long did he or she go before getting sick? Do you let your children on the ground in public places? (I have this hunch that it's actually better for a child to get out and about in a reasonable manner...let's see if it holds up.)
Anyone else? Moms, if you are the type to tromp around town with your newborn, how long did he or she go before getting sick? Do you let your children on the ground in public places? (I have this hunch that it's actually better for a child to get out and about in a reasonable manner...let's see if it holds up.)
August 11, 2008
The Path to Great Sadness
Little P does find this plaything entertaining. Really, he does. It's just that a boy can't stay happy for long past about 8 minutes (blame it on the teeth). Enjoy the facial expression progression.
August 8, 2008
Lunchtime Follies
This is Benjamin on bananas and sweet potatoes.
This is Benjamin on mashed chickpeas.
This is Benjamin on mashed chickpeas.
There's no P in our OOL...
...except for Little P!
Last week Little P visited Max, my dear friend's toddler. We were able to swim in their backyard pool - Benjamin's first time getting dunked! He loved kicking around and splashing. Now we have a proper swim diaper for him and we get to go visit Max again on Sunday. Yeah! (Mama P still does not have suitable swimming attire - she found out today that Old Navy has moved on to fall apparel, so Saturday will require an emergency trip to find a bathing suit!)
Last week Little P visited Max, my dear friend's toddler. We were able to swim in their backyard pool - Benjamin's first time getting dunked! He loved kicking around and splashing. Now we have a proper swim diaper for him and we get to go visit Max again on Sunday. Yeah! (Mama P still does not have suitable swimming attire - she found out today that Old Navy has moved on to fall apparel, so Saturday will require an emergency trip to find a bathing suit!)
August 6, 2008
Talk like a Grown-up
I went in Little P's room the other morning and he was talking like an adult. No kidding. He just, out of the blue, started holding a long conversation with all the tone and inflection of a big person. Of course, he just says, "Blah, blah blah, da, da, da, blah, blah, dlah, dlah." The words are not the point. The point is, he sounded like an adult. And he was making sounds that required him to stretch his mouth out wide (up to now he's been making mostly Cheerio mouth sounds - oohh, goo, bvv, zzz, and so on). He kept talking through the morning greeting and the diaper change, and the whole time his little mouth was moving into all kinds of shapes, and jumping from pursed lips to wide mouth, making noises that came from all kinds of places on his palatte (as opposed to just the ones produced up front).
Future Wedding Singer?
If what he does now is any indicate of his future interests, I would say that Little P is on his way to becoming a singer, dancer, and rock climber. Why, you ask?
This guy sings. I mean, he really sings. He's got a falsetto that rivals Ben Harper's. He often wakes up singing (or crying, but that's another entry...for our purposes here, if he's in a good mood, he wakes up singing). He has this scratchy little boy voice (apologies to anyone out there who's offended by my gender generalizations) that gets all high and whispery when he sings. He makes loop-di-loop sounds with his voice and he gets this peaceful, far off look in his eyes.
On another note, (pun intended?) he adores music. He can be sitting around squawking out of understimulation (I guess) or just hanging in his jumper, and when I put kid music on, he will smile, liven up, jump dance, whatever.
As for dancing, Little P is far from coordinated, but he sure loves to watch me dance for him. We will not be posting a BenTV video of Mama P dancing because Mama flails all appendages dangerously and is likely to knock the video camera off the table. However, how Mama dances is irrelevant. The point is, Little P finds this fascinating and he responds with giggles and exceptionally active legs. If he is in his jumper, he kicks his heels out and demonstrates great exuberance in his bounce. I do see dancing in his future, no doubt, in part, a result of his genes. I hear stories (and occasionally see a YouTube video) of his Talented Dancing Aunties*. He has a Talented Dancing Auntie in his adoptive family as well, so he's off to a great start.
And, finally, climbing. Little P uses his toes like fingers. He can curl his feet around an object from a variety of distances and pull it towards him. He is constantly flexing and grabbing things with his feet and toes. Last week I was holding him up in front of our wall mirror (yes, we have floor to loft-ceiling mirrors on a wall in the living room) and he noticed the mop leaning up against it. He figured out that the top of the handle was too far away for him to grab with his hands, but that the lower part was closer to him. So he stretched out his feet, curled his toes around the stick, and pulled it close enough for his hands to grasp the handle. Smart little dude, I'd say. Then he would play by letting go with his hands and moving it back and forth with his feet. My guess is that a kid who is so in tune with his feet at this age will have significant skills as he ages.
Now, folks, if you want place bets on his future talent, write in the comments section. I am not responsible for any money changing hands, though, and I would never, ever, ever be involved in a betting ring. Ever. Even about my son.
*The capitalization of the Talented Dancing Aunties, though grammatically incorrect, is intentional. Wouldn't you be inclined to capitalize such a captivating moniker?
This guy sings. I mean, he really sings. He's got a falsetto that rivals Ben Harper's. He often wakes up singing (or crying, but that's another entry...for our purposes here, if he's in a good mood, he wakes up singing). He has this scratchy little boy voice (apologies to anyone out there who's offended by my gender generalizations) that gets all high and whispery when he sings. He makes loop-di-loop sounds with his voice and he gets this peaceful, far off look in his eyes.
On another note, (pun intended?) he adores music. He can be sitting around squawking out of understimulation (I guess) or just hanging in his jumper, and when I put kid music on, he will smile, liven up, jump dance, whatever.
As for dancing, Little P is far from coordinated, but he sure loves to watch me dance for him. We will not be posting a BenTV video of Mama P dancing because Mama flails all appendages dangerously and is likely to knock the video camera off the table. However, how Mama dances is irrelevant. The point is, Little P finds this fascinating and he responds with giggles and exceptionally active legs. If he is in his jumper, he kicks his heels out and demonstrates great exuberance in his bounce. I do see dancing in his future, no doubt, in part, a result of his genes. I hear stories (and occasionally see a YouTube video) of his Talented Dancing Aunties*. He has a Talented Dancing Auntie in his adoptive family as well, so he's off to a great start.
And, finally, climbing. Little P uses his toes like fingers. He can curl his feet around an object from a variety of distances and pull it towards him. He is constantly flexing and grabbing things with his feet and toes. Last week I was holding him up in front of our wall mirror (yes, we have floor to loft-ceiling mirrors on a wall in the living room) and he noticed the mop leaning up against it. He figured out that the top of the handle was too far away for him to grab with his hands, but that the lower part was closer to him. So he stretched out his feet, curled his toes around the stick, and pulled it close enough for his hands to grasp the handle. Smart little dude, I'd say. Then he would play by letting go with his hands and moving it back and forth with his feet. My guess is that a kid who is so in tune with his feet at this age will have significant skills as he ages.
Now, folks, if you want place bets on his future talent, write in the comments section. I am not responsible for any money changing hands, though, and I would never, ever, ever be involved in a betting ring. Ever. Even about my son.
*The capitalization of the Talented Dancing Aunties, though grammatically incorrect, is intentional. Wouldn't you be inclined to capitalize such a captivating moniker?
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