http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiHiaDlsjpM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C3oMEfsaRM
Here are both songs that M sang. It's sooooo cute, and I'm definitely NOT biased.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Little Fishy
Last summer, young B enjoyed splashing around in the pool, but would rather have sat by the side munching away on watermelon and strawberries. Although, he still maintains his propensity towards the gastrointestinal delights, B surprised us all at our first pool day of the season.
My spry two-and-a-half year old LOVES the pool. He insists on swimming "by himself"...of course with life vest on. Although, he tried to swim without his vest as well. (He does not have a healthy fear of what can happen to a non-swimmer in the pool.) Then, much to my delight/horror, after watching the "big boys" leaping from the diving board, B insisted that he be allowed to jump as well.
All of sudden, my baby was in line with the big kids, waiting for his turn to throw himself into the water. I treaded water beneath the board to "catch" him during his first few jumps. B laughed with glee as he flew through the air. Then, with great sadness, I heard the words, "Mommy, you go away. I want to jump by myself."
What!!!!!
Devastated, I dutifully moved away and watched my baby catapult himself off the diving board. As his body disappeared under the water and his head reemerged, I saw his satisfied smile of pride. My sadness was swiftly replaced with delight in the joy that B was clearly feeling...as he continued to fling his babyish body from the board; over and over and over.
"I do it myself!" B proudly proclaimed. My heart soared
B, the little fishy.
My spry two-and-a-half year old LOVES the pool. He insists on swimming "by himself"...of course with life vest on. Although, he tried to swim without his vest as well. (He does not have a healthy fear of what can happen to a non-swimmer in the pool.) Then, much to my delight/horror, after watching the "big boys" leaping from the diving board, B insisted that he be allowed to jump as well.
All of sudden, my baby was in line with the big kids, waiting for his turn to throw himself into the water. I treaded water beneath the board to "catch" him during his first few jumps. B laughed with glee as he flew through the air. Then, with great sadness, I heard the words, "Mommy, you go away. I want to jump by myself."
What!!!!!
Devastated, I dutifully moved away and watched my baby catapult himself off the diving board. As his body disappeared under the water and his head reemerged, I saw his satisfied smile of pride. My sadness was swiftly replaced with delight in the joy that B was clearly feeling...as he continued to fling his babyish body from the board; over and over and over.
"I do it myself!" B proudly proclaimed. My heart soared
B, the little fishy.
I'm Not Sick
Yesterday began normally. A trip to the park with some friends, lunch and then a nice long nap. I woke the boys up, so that they would be able to sleep that night, and we went to a friend's house for a play date. All seemed well.
Not long after our arrival at the J's house, M got a bit upset and started to look flushed. Then, he asked to go home. M never wants to give up fun, so I figured he really must not be feeling well. Then entire way home, I questioned how he was feeling. Invariably, M answered, "I'm not sick, Mommy! I just have a cold."
When we got home, I checked M's temperature and he was at 101 but still claiming that he wasn't sick. The boy was looking extremely flushed, his eyes were now a bit glassy and still claiming to feel fine.
I asked M if he was cold and he said, "Mommy, I am cold. Can I have a nice, warm, cozy blanket?" All I could think was that I must have birthed an eighty year old grandma! "Yes, of course," I told him. When I returned with his blanket, M thanked me for the aforementioned "warm, cozy, blanket".
No dinner and hours of mildly feverish temperatures later, and M was still insisting that he was not sick.
This morning, all traces of fever gone, appetite still missing in action, M is now claiming that he is sick...so that he can stay home and not go to school. What's a mother to do? Of course, let him have the day off!
Not long after our arrival at the J's house, M got a bit upset and started to look flushed. Then, he asked to go home. M never wants to give up fun, so I figured he really must not be feeling well. Then entire way home, I questioned how he was feeling. Invariably, M answered, "I'm not sick, Mommy! I just have a cold."
When we got home, I checked M's temperature and he was at 101 but still claiming that he wasn't sick. The boy was looking extremely flushed, his eyes were now a bit glassy and still claiming to feel fine.
I asked M if he was cold and he said, "Mommy, I am cold. Can I have a nice, warm, cozy blanket?" All I could think was that I must have birthed an eighty year old grandma! "Yes, of course," I told him. When I returned with his blanket, M thanked me for the aforementioned "warm, cozy, blanket".
No dinner and hours of mildly feverish temperatures later, and M was still insisting that he was not sick.
This morning, all traces of fever gone, appetite still missing in action, M is now claiming that he is sick...so that he can stay home and not go to school. What's a mother to do? Of course, let him have the day off!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
M's Questions
M is starting to really observe things around him and ask questions that I don't always know the answers to. Here is a sampling from today's "out of the mouth of babes" menu.
M: Mommy, why are my lips pink and the rest of my skin isn't?
Mommy: Uh, good question. I don't know, so let me look it up.
I still have not found an answer to this...even after fifteen minutes of web searching. If you know the answer, please let me know.
M: Mommy! Where does the water from waterfalls come from?
Mommy: When snow melts at the top of mountains, it flows down the mountain and sometimes goes over ledges as a waterfall.
M: Do people bring a lot of ice up to the top of the mountain for this?
Mommy: No. In cold places, it's so cold that rain comes down as snow instead. Then when it warms up, the snow melts.
M: Okay.
My brain hurts.
M: Mommy, why are my lips pink and the rest of my skin isn't?
Mommy: Uh, good question. I don't know, so let me look it up.
I still have not found an answer to this...even after fifteen minutes of web searching. If you know the answer, please let me know.
M: Mommy! Where does the water from waterfalls come from?
Mommy: When snow melts at the top of mountains, it flows down the mountain and sometimes goes over ledges as a waterfall.
M: Do people bring a lot of ice up to the top of the mountain for this?
Mommy: No. In cold places, it's so cold that rain comes down as snow instead. Then when it warms up, the snow melts.
M: Okay.
My brain hurts.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Cesar Chavez Park
Today was a rare perfect January day in Northern California. It was sunny, moderately warm and held just a hint of briskness, so we decided to take advantage of the weather and go to Cesar Chavez park in Berkeley. (It's located right off the bay and people fly kites, walk their dogs, bike ride, sail, picnic; pretty much any kind of outdoor activity you can imagine.)
The boys ran around and just thoroughly basked in the freedom of non-confinement. I taught M how to roll down a hill and soon both boys were rolling away and having a blast...albeit rather clumsily. B collected rocks and stored them in his pockets and both boys wielded sticks like swords. At one point M pretended his stick was a broom, placed it between his legs as though he were riding a horse and proudly announced that he was a witch.
The boys took turns leading us through tunnels and caves created by overgrown brush and tried to chase squirrels. The squirrel chasing was quickly called to a halt by Papa Bear who seemed concerned that they may actually catch up with one. I'm guessing that will never happen, but one never knows.
We walked, ran and rolled around for about two hours until M realized that he was thirsty and insisted that we go back to the car and get some water immediately. All of a sudden the boys seemed to deflate, and their seemingly boundless reserves of energy evaporated as they each demanded to be carried all the way back to the car.
All in all it was a glorious afternoon, and though the boys will probably have no memory of it, it is forever imprinted in my mind. Of course, it is also here for you to read.
The boys ran around and just thoroughly basked in the freedom of non-confinement. I taught M how to roll down a hill and soon both boys were rolling away and having a blast...albeit rather clumsily. B collected rocks and stored them in his pockets and both boys wielded sticks like swords. At one point M pretended his stick was a broom, placed it between his legs as though he were riding a horse and proudly announced that he was a witch.
The boys took turns leading us through tunnels and caves created by overgrown brush and tried to chase squirrels. The squirrel chasing was quickly called to a halt by Papa Bear who seemed concerned that they may actually catch up with one. I'm guessing that will never happen, but one never knows.
We walked, ran and rolled around for about two hours until M realized that he was thirsty and insisted that we go back to the car and get some water immediately. All of a sudden the boys seemed to deflate, and their seemingly boundless reserves of energy evaporated as they each demanded to be carried all the way back to the car.
All in all it was a glorious afternoon, and though the boys will probably have no memory of it, it is forever imprinted in my mind. Of course, it is also here for you to read.
What an Imagination
Several nights ago I was reading a book to the boys about a young boy who loves to read. This boy gets so involved in his stories that they come to life in his dreams and just everyday imagination. One of the books that the boy is reading is about a knight in armor riding a horse. Both boys were fascinated with this and kept asking questions and would continually turn back to this particular page in the book.
The next morning, M went to his playroom and got out his knight costume. He then came into the living room, climbed on his rocking horse and said, "Mommy! Look! I'm a knight and this is my horse; just like in the book." How cute is that!
The next morning, M went to his playroom and got out his knight costume. He then came into the living room, climbed on his rocking horse and said, "Mommy! Look! I'm a knight and this is my horse; just like in the book." How cute is that!
Private Parts
Papa Bear was drying off after a shower today when B walked into our room. I had just gotten into the shower myself.
B pointed at P.B.'s "special place"and asked, "What's that? Is that your big penis?"
P.B. responded matter-of-factly, "Yes." He then pulled back the shower curtain with a big, smug smile on his face to make sure that I had heard our son's comment.
Here are my two cents. Most things seem "big" to a two year old:)
I apologize for sharing too much, but this was pretty funny.
B pointed at P.B.'s "special place"and asked, "What's that? Is that your big penis?"
P.B. responded matter-of-factly, "Yes." He then pulled back the shower curtain with a big, smug smile on his face to make sure that I had heard our son's comment.
Here are my two cents. Most things seem "big" to a two year old:)
I apologize for sharing too much, but this was pretty funny.
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