Progress Report
I have begun getting calls and e-mails requesting an update on our boy. I am in the process of fencing our property to keep him contained in the back yard and have not been making time to keep up with documenting his accomplishments.
After weeks of concentrated, self driven, training, he is jumping with two feet off the ground, pedaling a bike with training wheels and talking in full sentences! "Do you see that?" "How many do you see?" "What is that new thing?" "Do you hear it?" "Nice shoes, cute." "One more time, please." "Come on. Hurry up. Let's Go!" "OK, my turn." "Mommy, do it." “Good listening.” "See you in the morning." "Talk to you later." “Go lay down, Sable.” “Where'd ball go?” “Nice hit. Home run.” "One, two, three, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen... haaa, haaa, haaa" (The Sesamie Street Count influences yet another generation of young counters.) He has begun asserting strong opinions about his wardrobe selections for the day and now has the ability to remove items of clothing that he does not approve of. It is a grievous end to a two year stint of playing dress-up with our little boy. I guess now we will have to begin the education process around the concepts of matching clothes and the power of shoes to "make or break any outfit!"
His sleeping thru the night continues to be a struggle and he was waking up 2-3 times a night in July to request help getting back to sleep. He has done better the last 3-nights so we are hopeful that the two years of parental sleep depravation may be coming to an end.
He continues to love music and holds nightly concerts with the badly out of tune piano, a make shift baseball bat saxophone, and frapachino straw drum sticks; assigning each of us parts as the whim strikes him. Yesterday, he asked Cheri to take him for a drive in the pick-up truck and they tooled around the back roads of Woodinville cheering over bumps, dips and turns in the road while pointing out trees, clouds, big trucks, motorcycles, families, green lights and airplanes. On the whole he is a very active, very funny, happy little guy and we love spending our days with him.
After weeks of concentrated, self driven, training, he is jumping with two feet off the ground, pedaling a bike with training wheels and talking in full sentences! "Do you see that?" "How many do you see?" "What is that new thing?" "Do you hear it?" "Nice shoes, cute." "One more time, please." "Come on. Hurry up. Let's Go!" "OK, my turn." "Mommy, do it." “Good listening.” "See you in the morning." "Talk to you later." “Go lay down, Sable.” “Where'd ball go?” “Nice hit. Home run.” "One, two, three, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen... haaa, haaa, haaa" (The Sesamie Street Count influences yet another generation of young counters.) He has begun asserting strong opinions about his wardrobe selections for the day and now has the ability to remove items of clothing that he does not approve of. It is a grievous end to a two year stint of playing dress-up with our little boy. I guess now we will have to begin the education process around the concepts of matching clothes and the power of shoes to "make or break any outfit!"
His sleeping thru the night continues to be a struggle and he was waking up 2-3 times a night in July to request help getting back to sleep. He has done better the last 3-nights so we are hopeful that the two years of parental sleep depravation may be coming to an end.
He continues to love music and holds nightly concerts with the badly out of tune piano, a make shift baseball bat saxophone, and frapachino straw drum sticks; assigning each of us parts as the whim strikes him. Yesterday, he asked Cheri to take him for a drive in the pick-up truck and they tooled around the back roads of Woodinville cheering over bumps, dips and turns in the road while pointing out trees, clouds, big trucks, motorcycles, families, green lights and airplanes. On the whole he is a very active, very funny, happy little guy and we love spending our days with him.
posted by The Ladies Briar | 8:50 AM
1 Comments:
Yay for fences!! When it comes to kids, fences can mean freedom for all, and less less time redirecting. Looking forward to pics of your work.
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