Friday, August 29, 2008
Cameron: Okay, Mommy, me and you are good guys.
Matthew: GOOOO GIIII.
Cameron: And Matthew is the bad guy.
Matthew: BAAA GIII.
Cameron: And the good guys . . .
Matthew: GOOOO GIIIII!
Cameron: have to find the secret lair of the bad guy.
Matthew: BAAA GIII!
Comprehension dawned, and then incredulity. Are these normal first words? "Good guy" and "bad guy?" But, come to think of it, living with Cameron means that Matthew hears these words day in and day out.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
It was early (too early) in the morning, but Matthew was wide awake and ready to play. Teasing him, I said, "I'm going to eat you all up!" as I signed eat. I grabbed his foot and took a playful nibble of his toes. Matthew giggled and I continued, "I'm going to munch on this little belly!" When I kissed his belly, Matthew laughed louder and signed, "More, more, more!" "Oooh, these fingers look delicious!" I enthused, putting his fingers to my lips and "Mmmm"ing appreciatively. "More!" signed Matthew. Finally, I smacked my lips against his pudgy cheeks, saying, "I'm going to gobble up these little cheeks!" Matthew fell to the floor, gasping with laughter. When he had calmed down enough to catch his breath he smiled up at me and signed, "Thank you!"
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
On the drive we continued our tradition of listening to an audio book. Our first selection of the year is "Little House on the Prairie" by Laura Ingalls Wilder. The "Little House" series was a childhood favorite of mine and, so far, Cameron is enthralled. I, however, am finding that there are certain events in the book that, as an adult, I find disturbing. This is likely compounded by my recent reading of "Lies My Teacher Told Me," a fascinating look at the difference between what we are taught in high school history and what actually happened. As a result, I'm driving Cameron crazy. Our drive went something like this:
Narrator: "Pa," said Laura, "why do the Indians go west?"
"Well, Laura, when the white people come the Indians must go west."
"As they should," said Ma. "The land should belong to people who will farm it, not to savage men. That only makes sense."
Me: (hitting pause button) Did you hear that Cameron? Ma didn't like the Native Americans. She thought they were mean. I think she was afraid of them because they looked different and acted different. But different isn't bad, right? The Native Americans weren't bad or mean. And, actually, when Ma says that the land should belong to people who will farm it, well, there were many Native Americans who did farm until the white settlers pushed them off of the land! So that's not really fair. And . . .
Cameron: Uh huh. OK Mommy. Sooooo, can we listen to the CD now?
I know. I'm a barrel full of laughs, aren't I?
When we arrived at school, I walked Cameron to his classroom where he excitedly hung up his backpack, greeted his teacher and selected a work.
"Are you ready to say good-bye?" I asked.
Without looking up from his work, Cameron gave a cheerful, "Bye!" while I stood, like a fool, arms outstretched for a hug. You know that move where you hold out your hand, realize the other person isn't going to shake your hand, and you disguise the effort by slicking back your hair? Yeah, well, there is no cool move for disguising a hug that isn't returned!
Monday, August 25, 2008
"It's just this radio show I like," I wheezed. "It's really funny!"
"Let me listen too!" he pleaded. So we shared a set of headphones between us. I continued to gasp and wipe my eyes while Cameron's eyes narrowed into suspicious little slits. Finally, he took off his half of the headphones and handed them back to me.
"Sorry Mommy," he said. "But that's not funny."
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Cameron, with his healthy young ears, piped up, "What's a servant?"
"Someone who does everyone else's work," I griped.
"Ohhhhh," Cameron replied thoughtfully. And then, with a warm smile, he patted my hand and said, "Mommy, you're a good servant."
"Oh, I know this one!" said Cameron. "It's the girl smurf -- Smurf Ed!"
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
During the above race, Matthew was actually laughing and yelling "Go go go!" (Not as impressive as it sounds. He yells "Go go go!" alot. Always three "go's.") After several break-neck spins around the chair, Cameron shouted "And the Americans WIN!" and Matthew clapped his hands appreciatively.
Next, I share a photo of Cameron and Matthew playing Star Wars. For the more observant readers, let me address a few issues. 1) Yes, they are McDonald's Happy Meal toys. 2) Yes, there are three of them. Give me a break! We spent HOURS in the car driving to and from MI for our vacation. If a Happy Meal will buy me a little peace and quiet, I'm pulling up to the drive through. 3) Yes, they are for the 3+ crowd. The baby was closely supervised at all times during the filming.
What cracks me up here is that both boys are making flying sounds with their lips. How cute is that?!?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today Cameron said, "Matthew's first mommy probably thinks about him alot. I bet she misses him." I don't write much about Matthew's first family, but I think of them every day and I think Cameron is right. Matthew's birthmom must have loved him a whole lot to make the decision she did and I hope that when she thinks of him she is comforted to know how loved he is.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Cameron also buried his feet in the sand, posed for this photo, then discovered that he could not extract his feet and began screaming for help. At the cottage, we spent nearly every evening in the yard -- grilling, roasting marshmallows or, best of all, playing a game created just by Cameron. It's called "Bulls and Unicorns." "OK, me and Daddy are the Bulls and we go like this. Places hands on forehead like horns and makes a snorting sound. And Mommy, you and Matthew are the Unicorns."
And while eating lunch at The Good Earth, he had us all in hysterics -- especially his baby brother who thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen.
Also on this trip, Cameron developed a passion for photography. He seems to be a natural. Who's this a photo of, you ask? No idea.
Once we had reached the west side of the state, we hit the beaches. Matthew quite literally hit the beach. That sand is hard to walk in!
We made sure everyone knew that Matthew was one year old that day by dressing him in a special onesie. We finished out Matthew's birthday (and our last day of vacation) by letting both kids run wild at a playground in Saugatuck, where Matthew did his very best to keep up with the big kids. "Just wait 'til I'm two," you could almost see him thinking.
He was spoiled rotten and loved every minute of it.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Cameron also drove the boat ALL by himself! (Thanks, Uncle Steve, for taking over when we careened towards shore!)
It was wonderfully relaxing to sit on the boat, surrounded by blue water and blue skies. It was also so much fun to see my grandparents -- a rare treat!
Towards the end of the boat ride, Uncle Steve asked David if he'd like to go tubing and he accepted. This may seem like no big deal, but here is the back (tee hee!) story:
Earlier in the week, David hurt his back. He claimed to be completely incapacitated and lay on the floor moaning while I took care of the kids, cleaned the house, packed up four suitcases and loaded all of our earthly belongings in the car. He then sat reclined in the passenger seat, moaning, while I drove five hours to Michigan. He hobbled into my parents' house, where my mother refused to let him lift a finger as he was injured. Everyone then took turns sympathizing with poor, brave David.
So, when poor, brave David hopped merrily on the tube and laughed as he bounced crazily behind a speeding boat I quickly lost sympathy for him and started feeling sorry for poor, brave little me. Thanks, Uncle Steve, for revealing the true extent of David's injury.