Archive for October, 2007

On The Outside Looking In

October 26, 2007

Finn has partners in crime.   His best buds, Henry (3) and Ike (1),  came over to play and cause some general destruction.   Babysitting three boys is an excellent exercise in family planning.    We moved rapidly through upstairs toys, downstairs toys, ring around the Rosie,  wheels on the bus, bubbles, and crayons.   All in the first half hour.    

I was getting Ike some milk in the kitchen when I heard, “Neah (Henry’s sweet name for me)  I locked the door.”  

My heart started to race as I ran down the hallway to Finn’s bedroom.   The brass handle wiggled wildy as I kneeled at the door listening to their giggles and thumping.  

“Ok boys.  Don’t be scared.  I will get you out,” I said as Ike inspected over my shoulder.

I reached up for the thin brass key over the door jamb and tried to stick it into the small hole.   The handle was still twitching.   “Boys, let go of the handle.”   

My mind was racing.  Their mom will never let me watch them again.  The bedroom window was cracked open.  I could climb in to free them.   Why do they make these keys so damn small?  “Stop wiggling the handle guys.”

After about two minutes of inept lock picking,  I finally said, “Henry,  can you unlock the door?”

One quick click and Henry’s sweet mug was grinning at me, “That was funny, Neah.”

“Are you okay?  Were you scared?”

“I wasn’t, but Finn was.”

Finn giggled as he evaved my attempt to hug him close and escaped into the wilds beyond his tiny green room.   Free at last!  Free at last!  My God I am free at last.

Mums the word

October 24, 2007

Finn is a man of few words.   In fact, he is a man of about 7 words.

Go

Car

Ball

Key

Cheese

Rower (flower)

Curl (Squirrel)

Maybe he will become a sound effects expert like that guy from Police Academy since he is pretty adept at mimicking the sounds of things. 

Wee-ooh Wee-ooh (fire engine)

Woo-woo (train)

Moooh (cow)

Ow-Ow (dog)

Eiow (cat)

De-Da (Duck or bird)

Aya (Airplane)

I try not to worry about his language development since the range of “normal” is pretty huge from 3-100 for his age group.    Yet still,  I can’t help obsessing especially when people say stupid things to you like … “Oh you are using a spippy cup with a spout.  You have to worry about his speech with those”  or  “He seems frustrated without words.”   As if I had not realized that.   

It is strange for someone like me who is such a big talker to have a child that is not.   But then again, I am not the only parent in the mix.   The Captain is also a man of few words who cultivated his own secret language until he was about 4 when his mother took him for speech class where he was rewarded with mini-marshmallows for correct pronunciations.

When I told the Captain that I was going to do a post about Finn’s words,  he retorted, “Well that should be a short post.”   Like father like son.  Pass the mini-marshmallows. 

Look Ma No Hands

October 10, 2007

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Cake!  Candles!  Plus they are playing my song.  It must be my birthday!  (Actually I know it is Dada’s birthday,  but I have to play to the crowd) 

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My own tiny cake!  Oh Nana, you shouldn’t have.   But I am so glad you did.

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Nana, this thing is falling apart.   Don’t worry.  I’ll improvise.

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 Hey, what’s the big idea!  There are still a few crumbs on that tray.  Hands off you three!

Happy Birthday to my old man (even if this post is about three weeks late).   Mama, you better get your act together.