Thursday, January 31, 2008
Eleanor arrived on the scene while we were a "waiting family" hoping to adopt. We spent countless hour talking to Cameron about adoption, reading children's books about adoption, imagining with him what it would be like to be a big brother. As Cameron is our biological child, we wanted to make sure he understood adoption and that he viewed it as a wonderful way to become a family. I realized we had been too successful, however, when at age 3 he crawled up into my lap and said, "Tell me about when I was adopted." When I reminded him that he had grown in my belly, he burst into tears and sobbed, "But I wanted to be adopted!" Without much planning, I created the character of Eleanor, who happened to be a little girl the same age as Cameron. As luck would have it, Eleanor was ALSO a biological child whose parents were trying to adopt. Cameron LOVED Eleanor and it became a nightly routine for me to tell an Eleanor story. Even after Matthew's arrival, Eleanor came in handy as she adjusted to having a crying, pooping, parent-hogging little sister.
Listening to "Ramona the Pest" today, though, I realized that times have changed since Cleary was writing. Ramona arrives late for kindergarten. Why? Because her mother had left her home alone with instructions to walk to school (ALONE!) at a quarter past eight. Unable to tell time, Ramona did not leave the house until 8:25 am. There is NO chance I'm leaving Eleanor home alone in kindergarten! Not to mention that the adoptive sibling of course means that Eleanor's family is visited by a social worker, who would probably be less than impressed by Eleanor's parents if they were to leave her unattended. It looks like Cameron will have to get his fill of adventure from Ramona and Harriet. Eleanor will never be given the opportunity to be anything but a goody two-shoes like her creator!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
In other big, BIG news, Matthew is sleeping for several hours at a stretch! In desperation, I found a used Amby Sleep Hammock on Ebay, bid like my life depended on it and then stalked the UPS guy for a week. Gosh, would I feel like a fool if after all that the sleep hammock didn't make a difference! Thankfully, Matthew loves the hammock and has slept longer and longer each night he's been in it! So sleep-deprived have I been that when I got TWO four hour shifts of sleep in a row, I awoke feeling as refreshed and relaxed as if I had just had a day at the spa. I have avoided taking photos of Matthew in the hammock, as I live in constant fear of returning to his tortuous hourly awakenings, but I did snap this one.We were treated to a visit from Grandpa Frank and Grandma Linda this weekend, so they were able to actually witness all these monumentous accomplishments!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Tune in next time for more of Matthew's awe-inspiring feats!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I think that at every phase of your child's life it seems unimaginable that they will continue to grow and change and yet . . . they do! I remember looking at newborn Cameron, thinking that it just didn't seem possible that that floppy little head and skinny little body would ever be a boy instead of a baby. But he did! And despite the evidence before me, it is so hard to imagine Matthew, my BABY, growing to be as big as Cameron is. Although from this photo, it appears that Matthew is thinking that while Cameron is bigger, Matthew is far more mature!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Cameron: Mommy, do you know what's in my heart?
Cameron: Jesus is in my heart. Do you know what's in your heart?
Cameron (looking at me as if I am quite slow): Noooooo. Blood and blue veins and red veins.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
And here he is, feigning shyness, as he peeks out from behind his baby doll.
His half lotus isn't half bad, though!
They ended their practice with a relaxation pose, but like many beginners had some difficulty really letting go. I mean, check out Spiderman -- he is trying to take a peek at Power Ranger! I think any beginner can relate to the desire to check out your neighbor and make sure you aren't the only one looking silly laying on the floor! So, namaste, Power Ranger and Spiderman.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Me: You mean his birth family? They speak English, just like us! They live in the same city as us.
Cameron: Oh good. Because maybe they can get Matthew to sleep.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Cameron: Mommy, you know what? Kennedy said she wants to MARRY me!
Me: Wow! What did you say?
Cameron: I told her I'm not going to marry her. I'm going to stay home with you when I'm growed up!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
So, here's a peek at Cameron's world. Big news in the classroom: ALL of the colors are now available for easel work! In the early days of the school year, I wondered if Cameron was going through a Picasso-esque Blue Period as all the paintings he brought home were, well, blue. Then I learned that Montessori starts out with just one color painting and slowly adds choices along the way. Phew! Cancel the appointment with the child psychologist . . . Cameron now takes full advantage of all the available colors.
Cameron spent much of his time working with the cute little classmate who doubts monkeys exist. The pair built using the Brown Stair manipulative, then . . .
There is a new boy in the class who just sat and watched silently as Cameron did whisking work and tweezer work. For about a week, Cameron has been telling me about Kaufman. "Kaufman is new in my class. Kaufman doesn't talk very much. Kaufman didn't know how to do easel work." Interesting name, I thought. So, today, Cameron introduces me to Kaufman. Only, his name isn't Kaufman. Not his first name, not his last name, not even close to his name. I explain this to Cameron, who seems unconcerned and says, "Well, I call him Kaufman."
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
This weekend, we visited an nearby park. Two brothers, who appeared to be about 6 and 8 years old, were playing together, apparently unsupervised. As brothers are apt to do, they were fighting and picking on each other. The older yelled at the younger, "Shut up!" Nearby, Cameron's mouth rounded into a silent, shocked little O. Eyes wide, he sidled over to me and whispered in horror, "Ooooh. He said, 'Shut up!'"
Another example: Cameron and I are currently listening to Louise Fitzhugh's "Harriet the Spy" on CD. It is one of my childhood favorites, although I had forgotten just how mouthy and mischevious dear Harriet and her friends are. Today, we listened as one of Harriet's friends called someone an idiot. From the backseat of the car, I heard a gasp. "Mommy!" said Cameron. "WHAT is an idiot?" Fumbling with my answer, I said, "Well, it means someone who isn't very smart. But even if someone isn't very smart, it is not nice to call someone an idiot. I hope that you would never say that." Indignant, Cameron replied, "Mommy, I would NEVER call someone an idiot! That's NOT nice."
Check the blog again when Cameron is a pre-teen and we'll see if he keeps his word!
Me: That's right. Only one person should use a chapstick.
Cameron: My teacher said, "Don't share your chapstick! Your mouth is the dirtiest place on your body!" But I don't think that's true. I think your bottom is the dirtiest place on your body.
Hard to argue with that.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
It looks like I'm going to be fighting the same battle with Matthew, though. Tonight we ordered Indian food for dinner -- my favorite. Matthew refused to even try a bite of naan, insisting that he HAD to have sushi for dinner.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
In other news, Matthew has joined a gang of marauding pirates. He now insists we call him Captain Gummy Grin.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
So, Matthew's sleeping -- or lack thereof -- has had me frazzled recently. There are two things that I require plenty of and on a predictable basis if I am to stay cheery: food and sleep. Matthew seems determined to deprive me of as much of the latter as possible. If you've never dealt with an insomniac baby like Matthew, let me fill you in on a little secret. There are TONS of books, methods, aids and experts. Many of which I've tried. Sadly, when you are operating on no sleep it is amazingly difficult to choose and implement any type of plan. Ferber? Weissbluth? Pantley's No-Cry Sleep Solution? *sigh*
So, what does all of this have to do with the British, you ask? Well, I've had my eye on the Amby Sleep Hammock -- a fancy pants hammock that gets a thumbs up for soothing restless babies to sleep. Unfortunately, the fancy pants hammock also comes with a fancy pants price tag of $300. Yes, that's right. $300 for a baby bed. Today, my spirits were lifted when I thought I had located a hammock for a mere $150. Whoa -- half price! Still ridiculously expensive but what a deal! Then, through my bleary eyes, I saw that the dollar sign looked a little wonky. A closer inspection and . . . you guessed it. It was a British site and the price was 150 pounds. Which converts to roughly . . . $300.Note to Aunt Beth: Do you think that a post about sleep deprivation along with all the poop posts will be enough to dissuade Kendall from having four kids? This is quite a tall order, being encouraging enough for 1-2 kids but not soooo encouraging as to result in 4!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
- A baby is amazed by the whole world and will gaze in open-mouthed wonder at their own hand. If a grown-up did this, we would wonder if they had recently smoked something illegal or perhaps sustained some type of head injury.
- Who but a baby would look so happily surprised to see you when their head emerges from a t-shirt? Or when you walk out of a room and then back in a minute later? Now, Kendall, James seems like a great guy, but try this some time: Go in the room James is in. Walk out. Walk back in. Does James' face break into a huge grin? Does he gasp adoringly, "THERE you are! I missed you!" I didn't think so.
- Babies will let you dress them in the sweetest clothing. I mean, really, Kendall -- would James allow you to put him in a little sailor cap? Or rainbow leg warmers? A baby will.
- When a baby is happy, he will absolutely squeal with delight. And it doesn't matter WHERE you are! AND, no matter where you are, people will smile at a squealing baby.
- If you feel like talking about your day in interminable detail, a baby will let you go right ahead. They may even sympathize (although not necessarily at the appropriate points) by saying, "Ahhhhhh. Goo-ahh." This is more than I can say for David, who often gets a glazed look in his eyes or falls asleep when I am talking about my day.
- When a baby sleeps in your arms, he is so soft and warm and cuddly! He does not weigh more than you. He did not forget to shave that morning. He does not need deoderant.
Kendall, there are many, many more great things about babies, but I have to run now. Matthew just pooped.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Today, Cameron was thrilled to pieces when he spotted HIS name on a package in our mailbox! To his delight, my aunt Beth had sent him some new stamp pads to use with his stamp set. (Thanks Aunt Beth!) Cameron ran to the newly organized arts and crafts bench, pulled out some paper and his stamps and set to work. After completing his first project, he sat back in his seat, sighed contentedly and said earnestly, "Aunt Beth must be so proud of herself!" He must deduce that, having done something nice, Aunt Beth would naturally feel proud of herself since when he does something nice we say, "You must feel so proud of yourself!"
Cameron Says . . . Part Two
This evening, Cameron got out his huge cardboard blocks -- you know, the primary color ones with which you can build big cardboard towers and walls? Then, he pulled his old Elmo toddler chair into the room, sat down and said, "OK, Mommy. I'm the judge. You build something. Then, if I say NO, you have to knock it down and build something else. And then if I say NO again, you have to knock it down AGAIN and build something else." Ooooh. Fun.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
1. You are currently wearing:
a. a disposable diaper and an old onesie
b. a cloth diaper and a sleeper
c. a cloth diaper and a brand new, multi-piece outfit
2. Your mother has just:
a. wished she had SOMETHING to clean
b. started a load of your laundry
c. gotten out of the shower and started a load of your laundry while still in her bathrobe
3. Your mother's upcoming plans include:
a. doing nothing.
c. leaving for an appointment or taking your brother to school.
Scoring: Give 0 points for every "a" answer. Give 1 point for every "b" answer. Give 2 points for every "c" answer.
If you total points are 0 - 1, you should definitely not poop. If your total is 2-3, you should poop. If your total is 4-5, you should have a major blow-out soiling all your clothing. If your total is 6, soil all your clothing as well as something your mother is wearing.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
This morning, while cleaning my room, he glided out from under my bed, his dirt detector flashing with disgust. Coldly, almost mechanically, he demanded that I clean his brushes. I mean, there was not even an ounce of affection in his voice. I blame it all on Jane, the sleek, floor scrubbing robot he met on iHarmony. And you know what they say, "Jane, you ignorant . . ." Whoops, sorry, this is a family-friendly blog, so I'll leave the rest unsaid.
Don't get me wrong, though. If Jane showed up on my doorstep, I'd welcome her with open arms. George and Jane could even dock next to each other. So long as she scrubs my floor.
And did that work every pay off! Check out Cameron's tree!
Here, Cameron shows the cake I decorated. He plans to take it to Chloe's house tomorrow. (Dena, if you read my blog: Surprise! We're bringing cake tomorrow!)
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
George also makes me a better person, and isn't that what you want in your special someone? I've spent the last few days on a cleaning spree, including organizing all the toys and crafts. Here is the inside of the craft bench.