Even better is sharing her binky.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Even better is sharing her binky.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Little girl (with a coy smile): Caaaam-eron. Wanna sit by meeee at dinner?
Cameron: Uhhh, I usually sit by my mom.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Last night, as I kissed Cameron goodnight, he held his hands apart about a foot and said, "Mommy, I love you this much!"
"Awww, thanks, Cameron! I love you, too. Hey, how much do you love Mario Kart?"
He held his hands apart about two feet and said, "Just a little more than you."
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Today, Cameron asked me to tell him a story about when I worked at the hospital. (For those who don't know, I worked for many years in a high-risk obstetrics unit at a hospital.) I began to tell him a story about a patient who was told during her ultrasound that she was having twins. The story was interrupted when Cameron asked, "I'm not a twin, right?"
"Right," I said. "Twins are when two babies grow in a mommy's belly at the same time. Some twins are identical -- they look just the same -- and some are fraternal and they do not look exactly the same." (I considered teaching him the terms monozygotic and dizygotic just 'cause it'd be a cool thing for a five-year-old to know, but decided to focus my energies elsewhere.)
Cameron thought about this and then said, "But me and Matthew are not twins, right?"
"No, you are not twins."
"Huh. Because we do kind of look alike."
On our drive to school today, we were listening to the book "Clementine" by Sara Pennypacker. (It's delightful, by the way.) One of the characters noted that when there are two kids in a family, "one is always the easy one and one is always the hard one."
"Who do you think is the easy one in our family then?" I asked Cameron.
Without missing a beat he said, "Me, of course. Matthew's the hard one."
Monday, December 15, 2008
I began suggesting options, some obvious (Matty) and some not (Cubby? Pumpkin?) Cameron began throwing out ideas as well and before we knew it Matthew joined in. "Monkey!" he shrieked. "Ball! Napkin! Rock!"
Cameron took it all in and then said thoughtfully, "I think I like 'napkin' the best."
Friday, December 12, 2008
I replied, "Are you going to tell him what you want for Christmas?"
"Uh, Mommy, he already knows that. I wrote him a letter," Cameron replied in that voice of patient disgust that a five-year-old is so adept at using.
Although Santa, inexplicably, asked Cameron his name and what he wanted for Christmas, Cameron was pleased with the experience. Matthew, not so much.
Ahhhh, how wrong I was. The worst would be when Cameron came down with a very nasty stomach virus. So I was on my own, missing my writing group, trying to take care of one baby and one very, very sick little boy.
David returned home this morning. Cameron has recovered. I think it'll take me a few days to make a full recovery!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Stairmaster is for wussies -- chasing a baby is where it's at.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
1) Dress up in costumes. Pictured here are the king (Cameron) and the prince (Sir Matthew, going for a pirate prince look I guess)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
-- If you sing, "Do do do do do, Inspector . . . " he will finish, "Gadget, do do do do do DO do."
-- He tells knock knock jokes. Seriously, he does! Problem is, they are ALL the same. They go like this. "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Knock knock."
-- I am pretty sure he is saying his name. Yesterday he was saying "Ma-kew, Ma-kew!" and today he signed bath and said hopefully, "Ma-dew bat?"
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
And if you look closely in this photo, you'll see that Paul's face is covered with a wet washcloth while Matthew, oblivious, chatters away.It kind of reminds me of Cameron's diapering techniques.
And then I just had to include this photo of Matthew responding to the question, "Who loves Mommy?" Yes, I've taught him to raise his hand and shout "Me!" whenever he hears, "Who loves Mommy?" Can you fault me, given Cameron's recent response?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
- Premium Brand Saltine Crackers. The only kinds of cracker we've found that is dairy, egg and nut-free AND not processed on potentially contaminated equipment. After being denied crackers for his entire life, Matthew is making up for lost time by stuffing Saltines in his mouth whole as he frantically signs "cracker, cracker" in a bid to get more.
- Brushing his teeth. We keep the bathroom door closed now. If we forgot, you can guarantee that Matthew will be in their within minutes, signing "brush teeth" and saying "deeth, deeth, deeth!" He'll brush his teeth over and over and over if we let him.
- Baths. Another reason for keeping the bathroom door shut.
- Dancing. Matthew has created his own sign for dancing which involves clasping his hands in fists and raising them alternately above his head while bouncing up and down. Yesterday he was signing "dance" when he woke up.
- Daddy. This one should actually be at the top of the list. He will cry for Daddy during the day and stare moonily at David's photo. When he hears the front door open, he drops everything to run screaming "DADDY!!!"
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Later, David told me that although he recognized immediately that the peas were a set up, he mistakenly believed that they were made from Starburst. He took a big bite expecting a sweet treat and instead got a mouthful of clay!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
My grandpa has apparently decided to train Cameron to follow in his footsteps. He sent an e-mail marked "For Cameron only." Sadly, as Cameron is only a level 1 reader, I was needed to assist in the reading of the e-mail. In it, grandpa asked Cameron if he would like to scare his dad with a rubber snake. If you happen to know any five-year-old boys, you can probably guess that Cameron's answer was "YES!" A few days later, Cameron received a padded envelope containing the snake. We spent the next few hours plotting exactly where to put the snake to cause Daddy maximum terror. Finally, noting that Daddy always heads to the bathroom shortly after arriving at home, Cameron positioned the snake strategically on top of the toilet. When David walked in the front door, Cameron could hardly stand it. From behind David, Cameron was winking, giggling and giving me the "thumbs up" sign. When David said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom," Cameron nearly collapsed with excitement. David walked in the bathroom and shut the door. Cameron quickly ran to stand outside the door and when David yelled, "Aggghhhh! A snake!" Cameron shrieked, "Fooled you Daddy! Fooled you good!!!"
We've since had lots of fun posing for photos with the snake. While Cameron likes to feign that he is petrified of the serpent, Matthew doesn't hesitate to show off his fearlessness.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
About a week ago, Cameron came across the Play-Doh Magic Swirl Ice Cream Shoppe. To my surprise, he was fascinated. "OK, I am DEFINITELY asking Santa for this!" he crowed. Then, he revealed the source of his merriment. "Here's what I'm gonna do, Mommy," he confided. "I'm going to ask Santa for the Play-Doh ice cream maker. But I'm going to tell Daddy that I asked for a REAL ice cream maker. Then, on Christmas morning, I'll open up my gift and say, 'Oh, Daddy, do you want me to make you some ice cream?' And he'll say, 'Yes, that sounds good!' And then I'll make a Play-Doh ice cream cone and give it to Daddy and he'll lick it and he'll spit it out and he'll be like, 'Ewww! This is not ice cream! This is Play-Doh! You tricked me!'" Cameron collapsed into giggles at the thought of this ingenious plot. For days, he relished the image of Daddy spitting out the Play-Doh. It was so funny, he could hardly stand it. Finally, the pressure got to be too much and he confessed the plan to Daddy. The excitement now gone, he has decided that he will ask Santa for two spy tools and a Lego set, as I have reassured him that Santa is really good at keeping secrets.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A few days ago, he ran to me yelling, "HOT! HOT!" He appeared uninjured and I was puzzled. He grabbed my hand, toddled me to the kitchen and pointed to the pot of water I had boiling on the stove. "HOT!" he commented with a satisfied grin.
While words and signs are lovely for making observations, they can also be downright useful. Over the weekend, Matthew managed to lift the lid of our wooden bench. This feat apparently took every muscle he had, and he was unable to keep the top open. As the lid closed (gently -- it is on a hinge for this very reason), his fingers were trapped underneath. "STUCK!" he called out. "STUCK, STUCK!"
I love this stage of verbal development, when it seems like a miracle that he knows what a bus is and his insistence to "WAAALLLKK" instead of be carried seems like a peek into his psyche. Cameron reminds me of how much more fun is ahead. I can hardly believe that someday Matthew and I will have the kinds of conversations that I now have with Cameron. Recently, Cameron found a feather at the park. "Look!" he exclaimed. "I wonder what this feather came from."
"I bet it is a duck feather," I replied.
"No," Cameron said thoughtfully. "I'm pretty sure it's from a panther."
"A panther!?! But panthers don't have feathers!"
"Well, of course I know that Mommy. But it still LOOKS like it could be from a panther."
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
A little girl raised her hand and was called upon. "What if there was a cat?" she asked.
The teacher looked confused. Another child took up the question. "Yeah!" he said. "What if a cat got in the tree?"
"Cats don't get in the tree," the teacher said.
"Cats can so get in trees!" called out a girl. "My cat climbed a tree and got stuck in it!"
"And cats EAT birds," squealed another child. Pandemonium spread quickly. "Cats could climb the tree and eat the birds!"
"No, no," the teacher protested weakly. "The tree is like heaven for the birds. There are no cats in the tree."
"But I thought you said there was room for everyone in the tree," said one of the oldest girls. "If there's room for everyone, why wouldn't there be room for the cat?"
The teacher closed the Bible and announced it was time for cookies and juice. 'Cause you know the verse about, "If you have the faith of a vanilla wafer . . . "
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Cameron was really excited about this election, so we made popcorn and let him stay up late to watch the returns. As each state was announced, he carefully colored his map red or blue. When we told him it was time to go to bed, he made me promise to come in and tell him when Ohio was called! (I did.) This morning, he awoke asking who our new president is and has been enjoying watching the Schoolhouse Rock Election Collection DVD. Right now, he's walking around declaring, "Vote for me! I'm the strongest one!"
Monday, November 3, 2008
Cameron: Look! Matthew's hugging the towel! I think he wants to MARRY a towel!
Me: Oh, I hope he doesn't marry a towel! I don't want washcloths for grandchildren!
Cameron (gravely): Mommy? What if we forget to teach Matthew that towels are not people?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
"Uh oh. There are a lot of McCain signs in this neighborhood. *sigh* I think he's gonna win. Wait! An Obama sign! And another one! OK, I think Obama is going to win. But wait! There's a McCain-Palin sign! I don't know. Do you think McCain is going to be our president? 'Cause I like Obama. Oh! Look! There's an Obama sign! Yep, a lot of people are voting for Obama. Hey! A McCain sign!"
I can't wait until this election is over!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
We were joined by our friends, Batman and the Incredible Hulk. Despite taking countless photos, this was the best group shot. Getting four kids to stand still and smile is, well, impossible.When I tried to get a photo of my two cuties, Matthew was too concerned about the muscular green fellow nearby to pay attention.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Warm, soft . . . what is this?
Poopy diaper leak
Pleased with the results, I decided that haiku is my kind of poetry. Here's a few more from my collection.
Mulch, paper, lint, dirt
Withered grapes, forgotten crumbs
Not in your mouth, kid!
Matted in dark curls
Dried in ears and under chin
Spread on chubby thighs
Hidden in high chair cushions
Where I find your food
A glass of water
An urgent need to go pee
Avoiding bed time.
Please! Need it! Want it!
Won’t ask for anything else!
Plastic Batman toy.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Which reminds me of a story. At the recent birthday party of a school friend, Cameron approached the mother, held up a puzzle and said, "Excuse me? Is this a one-person or a two-person work?" Gotta love Montessori.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Matthew (waving): HI! HI! HIIIIIIIIII!
M: BOOK! BOOK BOOK BOOK BOOK! BOOOOOOKKKKK!
EP: Shhhhh, shhhh, time to sleep.
M: WALK! WALK!
EP: No, no, shhhhh.
M: DUCK! DUUUUCCCCKKK. DUCK DUCK!
EP: Oh, please, dear God, GO to SLEEP!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
He was amazed at how really, really cool the finished product was. Mid-morning, Aunt Stephanie called to say happy birthday and Cameron opened his gift from her -- a Superstructs Flight Kit. He was absolutely beside himself with joy. Once again, he wasted no time in getting down to business and made an impressive helicopter.When I picked Cameron up at the end of the school day, I asked him what he wanted to do that afternoon. Go to the park? Watch Word Girl? Play in the backyard? No, no and no. "Actually, Mommy, I just want to play with my new toys," he said. Then, with a wistful look he said, "Oh, Mommy. I can hardly bear it. I can just hardly bear how awesome my new toys are." Don't you miss those kinds of birthdays?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
This bowl – this portable receptacle of whole grained goodness – why, it was his ticket to freedom! No longer would he be forced to halt his play to be strapped down behind a tray. No longer would he have to choose between food and fun. No longer would he be confined and controlled – He. Had. A. Bowl. Now, now he could eat his beloved Cheerios at his leisure! He could munch on a handful between laps around the train table. He could take a few bites, break to play cars and return for more. It was revolutionary.
David placed the bowl on the table and Matthew’s bare feet pounded on the hardwood floors as he toddled madly to his bowl. He reached in, double fisted, and shoveled handfuls into his mouth with gusto. He clapped his hands joyously. Overcome with emotion, he spun crazily in a circle, chortling, then bent over to put his head on the floor in a kind of yoga baby downward-facing dog of celebration. His overwhelming exuberance at this simple step towards autonomy was adorable. It was heartwarming. And it was terrifying as I thought, “Boy, are we in trouble when this kid gets a hold of the car keys.”
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Today, I showed him the book "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" by the same author and illustrator. "Panda Bear" and "Brown Bear" are essentially the same story, just with different animals, so I figured that "Brown Bear" would be a big hit. We read both and then Matthew signed "more." As I began to open "Brown Bear," Matthew smacked the book closed and said, "No, NOOOO!" He picked up "Panda Bear" and handed it to me. Again and again this scene repeated itself -- it seems that Matthew views "Brown Bear" as a poor substitute for his beloved "Panda Bear."
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Actually, Brandon had drawn us a map. As Cameron explained, the circle is the school and you "just follow the line" to get to Brandon's house, symbolized by the circle with lines around it. Cameron was deeply disappointed that I am apparently unable to follow even the simplest of directions.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
When he had finally calmed down he said, "Oh, mama, I was so scared! I thought you were going to make me take care of Matthew all by myself. And I don't know HOW!"
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
So, every year I have made Cameron a Halloween costume. It's not that I am particularly crafty but it just seems so maternal to make the costumes rather than buy some overpriced plastic robe and mask. Here I am, three weeks postpartum, with Cameron as a cow. Year two I made this really cute baby chick costume.
Year three, a monkey -- not my best work, many thought he was as teddy bear.
Year four, another let-down: Supposed to be a kitty, believed by most to be a bunny.
Last year, Buzz Lightyear and Matthew as a three-eyed alien.
So this year, Cameron requested a Jokey Smurf costume. I've spent hours searching the web, finally locating a medium blue, long-sleeved, turtleneck leotard with matching gloves, white sweatpants and a plan to make a Smurf hat from a pillowcase. Matthew would be Azrael, Gargamel's kitty. This morning, Cameron brought me an add from Halloween Express and showed me the "really cool Star Wars clone guy."
"But I was going to make you the Jokey Smurf costume, remember?"
"I know. But this is WAY cooler."
"But I bet tons of kids will have this costume. If I make you a Jokey Smurf costume, no one else will be Jokey Smurf!"
"Wellll, maybe next year, Mommy. Because this year? I reeeaallllyyy want you to buy me the Star Wars costume instead."
So, I'm wondering why I'm going to kill myself making a Jokey Smurf costume when Cameron wants a $20 costume I can buy. And I've decided . . . I give up. I'm buying the costume.