Friday, February 27, 2009
I walked out of the room for a moment to grab some paper towels and heard Cameron say, "Yuck Matthew! Mooommmyyy! Look what Matthew's doing!" As an experienced parent, I have learned that this is inevitably indicative of trouble. Sure enough, I found Matthew holding the cup of murky purple paint water. His eyebrows were raised in confusion. Can't quite put my finger on it. Not grape juice. Hmmm. Fruit punch? No . . . He looked up at me seriously and commented, "Yucky." You heard it here first, folks: Paint water is yucky. Don't drink it. Trust me.
Matthew has taken quite an interest in water -- not just paint water -- and will drag a stool or chair over to the sink or the fridge dispenser and create quite a mess if I'm not quick enough. "Funny!" he chortles, although I beg to differ.
In the afternoon, he asked for a glass of water and, via a sophisticated communication system of pointing and frantic screeches, indicated that he wanted a big boy cup, not a baby cup with a lid. I gave it to him and, with immense pride, he took a drink. He toddled out to the play room and placed the cup on a bench, where he would return every few minutes to proudly slurp his water.
Eventually, he decided that this water could be useful for other things like pouring! He took a stacking cup off a shelf and began pouring his water from one cup to the other and back again. Cameron ran to the kitchen, grabbed a dish towel and placed it under the cups. "Matthew," he said gently but firmly. "When you do a water work, you always need to put a towel under it." Montessori in action, folks.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
So there you have it folks. If I'm lucky, little Tiffany and Kavin will be calling me Grandma some day!
Monday, February 23, 2009
We didn't think much of it until dinner time, when Matthew would not release his grip on the trucks to eat. When we took them away, he cried and wailed, "TUCK! TUCK!" That night, he didn't want to go to bed -- there were trucks to play with! His fascination continued all weekend.
And, at 5:30 this morning, he was calling, "AWAKE! TUCK!" He could not be deterred. And so, one very tired mama and one very happy boy played "tucks" before the sun rose.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
This explains a lot. You know, those times I call work and get his voicemail and he tells me he was "away from his desk?" Riiiggghhttt. More like, SAVING THE WORLD!
Matthew is certain that David has multiple alter egos, but I'm not so sure. I mean, I can kind of see the resemblance to Lego Man, but Dave Barry? Not so much.If Matthew is correct and all of these guys are really Daddy, David must have a hard time keeping all his identities straight.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
We still find time for fun stuff occasionally. Here's Matthew on the set of "Me Funniest Home Videos." Cameron is the producer, director and the star of most of the videos, but he gave Matthew a turn sitting on the pillows. We've got quite a few takes of each of the boys sitting on the pillows, wobbling and then shouting dramatically, "Whoa! What's happening?" as they fall to the floor. (Not to worry. Matthew has a stunt double.)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Three things to note here: 1) In the first photo, Matthew is clearly plotting how to reach over and grab that Tootsie Pop 2) Matthew's curls are looking amazing! and 3) Matthew's shirt has a skunk on it and says "Love Stinks."
Thursday, February 12, 2009
"Wow, it's great, Cameron! I'm sure Henri is going to love it," I replied.
"Yeah. It's called 'Scab Love,' said Cameron, very casually.
"What did you say? It's called what?"
"Soooo, why is it called Scab Love?" I was going for the same nonchalant tone of voice Cameron was using, but it came out wayyyy chalant.
(Lily, if you are reading, I couldn't resist. Apologies to my other readers for an inside joke.)
"Well," Cameron said patiently, "of course it is called 'Scab Love' because Henri just had surgery, so he'll have a scab. And because I love him."
Me: Sure! What should we listen to?
Cameron: Well, Daddy made us a list of songs on the computer last night. It's called "Kid's Dance Party" and it's all our favorite songs.
Me: Wow, that's great!
Cameron: Yeah, I want to dance to that. Because I'm really in the mood to hear "Tootsie Roll."
Me: Uh, "Tootsie Roll" is on the "Kid's Dance Party" list?
Cameron: Yep. It's my favorite. Matthew's favorite is "Who Let the Dogs Out."
Matthew: Woof, woof, woof, woof!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I'll spare you the surgical photos. They're pretty gory. But rest assured that, despite a scare when Henri's temperature suddenly skyrocketed mid-procedure, he came through with flying colors. Cameron took him to recovery and tenderly applied an icepack.When Henri awoke, groggy and nauseated from the anesthesia, Cameron was so happy. Henri's recovery was long and arduous, but he was well-cared for and made a complete come back.In fact, we hardly even think about Henri's surgery these days! Until, a few days ago, when, during a well-bear visit, Cameron made the grim discovery that Henri had another stuffing hernia. And no, it wasn't a recurrence -- my original repair has held up quite nicely, thank you very much, and Henri's fur even hides his unsightly scar. No, this was a new injury.
"Do you want to wear your scrubs?" I asked Cameron.
With the scorn that only a five-year-old can muster, Cameron said, "Noooo, mom. Just get a needle and sew him up!" There was no ice pack, no monitoring pulse and respiration this time. Just a few quick stitches with little fan fare. But I know that Cameron isn't as tough as he pretends to be. When it was all over, he gave Henri a fierce hug and said, "Phew. I'm going to remember this day for the rest of my life."
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
This scavenger hunt idea has real possibilities . . . grocery trips, the library . . . I could get some real mileage out of this one!
Friday, February 6, 2009
I expected disgust -- "Yuck! I'll never fall in love!"
Instead, Cameron replied with quiet confidence. "I'm pretty sure it happens when you are four years old," he said.
Note that Cameron is five years old. How did I miss this?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
"I have no idea," Cameron said, looking perplexed.
"Did he get hurt?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, what were you two doing when he started crying?"
"Well, let's see. I whacked him with the ball and then, next thing I knew, he was just crying and I don't know why!"
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Today, I went out to a cafe to spend a few hours writing without interruption. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Matthew and David in the window. David pointed at me and I eagerly awaiting Matthew's response. Nothing. I opened the car door, began to walk up the front walk and waved at Matthew. He stared, motionless. When I walked in the front door, I said, "Well, that was quite a greeting."
David said, "I know! I said to Matthew, 'Look, it's Mommy!' and he answered, 'I know.'"
I guess when you spend all day every day with me, you just don't get all worked up to see me.