Good Lord, what happened?
Well, finally I have returned. I apologize for the delay-- I've been on travel a bit, and of course that means when I get back I'm swamped. Nevertheless, that's no reason not to post for nearly a month. The real reason is...
Toddlers. Chasing after a toddler is very. Hard. Work. I'm exhausted all the time-- the kid moves like greased lightning, flitting about from room to room. Most of the time he's a phantom, and I've got to admit I don't always know he's gone until I hear noises from some other part of the house. Usually crash-like noises. Followed by giggling, often accompanied by scurrying cats. Not like I'm actively ignoring him, but he just seems able to phase in and out of rooms. I think he's going to grow up to be a ninja or something.
So what's new? Well, let's see... he knows quite a few words, although his speaking is still limited to what I assume is cursing in Swedish. Because he knows words, though, we can tell him to do things, and he usually listens....however, he has also developed a hell of an "ignore"switch. He's also decided he likes coloring, and definitely prefers certain colors over others. Purple and blue are his favorite, although lately red has been making a strong showing. Mainly on his table, since that seems to be the only place the magical red crayon will work, according to his brain. Also, since he's getting tall, he can now reach things we put on the kitchen table and/or counter. Of course, it's only a matter of time before this ends in tears-- either mine or his. He also loves to play the guitar with me-- he strums, I play the chords. If I stay on one too long, though, he goes all Amadeus on me and yells while pointing to my fretting hand. I'm just waiting for him to pull off the power slide I know is his destiny.
He's also shown an intereste in children's television.....sadly, thus far his favorite show is the Teletubbies. I say sadly because I cannot bear to watch the stuff they do once, let alone twice...which is the crux of the show, you see. They do inane, borderline retarded things, and then yell "AGAIN!!!" and the whole thing repeats EXACTLY AS IT WAS. Thankfully, though, Aidan dislikes this part too. Once he's seen a part of the show the first time, he has no desire to watch it again. And when they inevitably DO show it again, he sighs and turns his head to look out the window or something. But he likes grown-up television too-- he is in awe of Steve Irwin. Maybe it's the accent or something, but it mesmorizes him. And I'm pretty sure he thinks Rachel Ray is his mommy, because everytime he sees he he stops dead in his tracks and stares; often whatever he is holding will just slowly drop out of his hands.
Funny, the same thing happens to me when I see her too. Huh.
Toddlers. Chasing after a toddler is very. Hard. Work. I'm exhausted all the time-- the kid moves like greased lightning, flitting about from room to room. Most of the time he's a phantom, and I've got to admit I don't always know he's gone until I hear noises from some other part of the house. Usually crash-like noises. Followed by giggling, often accompanied by scurrying cats. Not like I'm actively ignoring him, but he just seems able to phase in and out of rooms. I think he's going to grow up to be a ninja or something.
So what's new? Well, let's see... he knows quite a few words, although his speaking is still limited to what I assume is cursing in Swedish. Because he knows words, though, we can tell him to do things, and he usually listens....however, he has also developed a hell of an "ignore"switch. He's also decided he likes coloring, and definitely prefers certain colors over others. Purple and blue are his favorite, although lately red has been making a strong showing. Mainly on his table, since that seems to be the only place the magical red crayon will work, according to his brain. Also, since he's getting tall, he can now reach things we put on the kitchen table and/or counter. Of course, it's only a matter of time before this ends in tears-- either mine or his. He also loves to play the guitar with me-- he strums, I play the chords. If I stay on one too long, though, he goes all Amadeus on me and yells while pointing to my fretting hand. I'm just waiting for him to pull off the power slide I know is his destiny.
He's also shown an intereste in children's television.....sadly, thus far his favorite show is the Teletubbies. I say sadly because I cannot bear to watch the stuff they do once, let alone twice...which is the crux of the show, you see. They do inane, borderline retarded things, and then yell "AGAIN!!!" and the whole thing repeats EXACTLY AS IT WAS. Thankfully, though, Aidan dislikes this part too. Once he's seen a part of the show the first time, he has no desire to watch it again. And when they inevitably DO show it again, he sighs and turns his head to look out the window or something. But he likes grown-up television too-- he is in awe of Steve Irwin. Maybe it's the accent or something, but it mesmorizes him. And I'm pretty sure he thinks Rachel Ray is his mommy, because everytime he sees he he stops dead in his tracks and stares; often whatever he is holding will just slowly drop out of his hands.
Funny, the same thing happens to me when I see her too. Huh.
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