Sunday, March 31, 2013

I love Happy Easter

Oliver declared today that he loves "Happy Easter".  The day started out in fairly typical fashion.  Oliver had a big breakfast, we picked our word for the day (Happy Easter) and then he wasted no time getting his trains organized.  Joe ran a couple of errands, so we waited to have him "find" his Easter basket.  When Joe got home, we had to convince him to leave his trains to come see what the Easter bunny left for him.  We've been reading a couple Easter books this week, so I hoped he might get the idea in his mind that the Easter bunny leaves eggs.  Once he finally came in to check it out, he was in total awe.  By far his favorite of the Easter treats were the three Easter eggs that had matchbox cars in them (one yellow car, one white car, and one fire truck).  He also got a book about cars that tells a story about a car, called the "Easter buggy," that brings treats to the other cars.  After reading the book he started calling the white car, Easter buggy.  He also got a bigger toy car to go with is little family dolls.  He calls this car his "Happy Easter car".  He spent most of the day playing with his new vehicles. 








We also painted Easter eggs.  This was probably the highlight of my day.  I had talked about coloring Easter eggs and our books have pictures of colored eggs.  But, I did not expect him to be so excited about coloring eggs or to dive in without any instruction.  I found some all natural egg dyes from Glob.  I set everything up and then asked if he wanted to color Easter eggs.  He ran to the table and was totally ready to go.  He kept telling us he was decorating the Easter eggs.  It was a huge mess, but totally worth it.





Then tonight, we baked banana bread.  When I told him we were making bread, he told me that bread is made with flour, eggs and sugar.  I explained that we were going to add bananas to the bread and he seemed to think that was pretty great idea.  After dinner, I asked if he wanted to try the banana bread we made.  After gobbling up a slice, all he said was "more banana bread, please!"


 He took his bath with and fell asleep holding the yellow car, the fire truck and the Easter buggy (in his egg dye stained hands).


Happy Easter!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Let's go fly a kite

Today felt like spring.  It was a perfect afternoon, and it also happened to be the day of the Kite Festival down on the Mall.  Last year we attended with our friends James and Meredith.  James is now back in Australia and Meredith is still in New York, but no longer frequents DC since her fiance is back in home.  We miss hanging out with them.  But, the dog kite they gave us from last year made the trip, and we thought of them during its flight.  We did meet up with our friends who have a little boy, Tommy, who is a little over a year old.  Oliver was super excited to fly a kite, see Tommy and run in the grass.  A nice woman also gave him a bottle of bubbles that he loved.  He did not want to leave and was a bit reluctant to get in the stroller.  He insisted on walking for as long as his little legs would allow.  It was no surprise when he fell sound asleep tonight--about an hour earlier than usual.  I still think this is one of my favorite DC events, and it really makes it feel like spring has arrived.
The scaffolding on the bottom half of the monument is due to the on-going repairs from the earthquake last year.
Oliver "helping" with the dog kite.
He kept saying, "Oliver flies a kite."
Lift off.
Happy to be outside and laughing because Tommy was playing with Thomas (train)


He did not blow quite hard enough to make the bubbles himself, but he got the idea.
The Mall
Walking and chatting on the way home.





Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Did he really just say that?

We have had a few moments lately where Oliver will say something and we will look at each other and ask, did he REALLY just say that??  Last night was a particularly good one...

Oliver and I were sitting at the table painting one of those light-weight toy gliders.  Joe was making supper and we were a little behind on the evening "schedule."  I could tell Oliver was getting hungry and tired.  But, we carried on.  He is all about telling us how various flying machines work (thanks to the "How Things Work" book that he loves--thanks again Amy).  So he was telling me about how the glider gets pulled up by a rope and finds thermals.  I got a bit of ribbon and tied it onto one of his little bi-planes and taped the other end to the glider so he could show me how it worked.  He played with this for about 10-15 minutes.  Then suddenly, he hit the tired wall.  He wanted the ribbon off or maybe on, he could not decide and he started fussing.  After about a minute of this, he looked at me and said:  "I'm frustrated!"

Joe's response from the kitchen, "did he really just say that?!"

Yes, yes he did. 

Not from last night, but pretty representative of the post-tired wall.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

First Haircut

I have clipped Oliver's hair around his ears a few times in the past when it started getting long.  However, it had really started getting long in the back and was pretty untidy.  I knew the task was no longer within my skill level (especially given my uneven attempted bang chop a few months ago), but I was a little reluctant to take away the last of his baby look and free-flowing hair-do.  But, there is this little barber shop in Georgetown that we have driven or walked by many times.  A couple weeks ago, I saw a little boy sitting in the chair getting his hair cut, and I thought it might be the right place to take Oliver someday soon.

 Here are a few shots of his long locks about a week ago...

Oliver doing some light house work after emptying the contents of my jewelery box.
Looking cute, but a little shaggy.
Note the excellent utensil usage--a recent development.

Joe scheduled a massage and pedicure for my birthday in Georgetown.  When my boys came to pick me up, we had to walk past the barber shop to get to the car.  I asked Oliver if he wanted to get a haircut, and he seemed game.  So we walked in and Oliver got his first hair cut...

For a minute, we thought this might not be so bad, then the scissors came out.
We discussed the situation, and he calmed a bit.
But, things got much more enjoyable when Oliver got to watch the other man in the shop get his hair blow-dried.
Even better when Daddy let Oliver watch a video clip of a rocket blasting off on his iphone.
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Afterward, we had a nice long walk, a chat in the grass/dirt, and some fun at the park.  Our little man is growing up so fast.



A Friend

Our friends from graduate school, Scott and Heather, live in Virginia.  Their daughter, Celia, is one year older than Oliver.  She is a very sweet, smart little girl.  Oliver has spent time with Celia in the past, so when we told him we were going to Celia's house today, he was thrilled.  My understanding is that the feeling was mutual.  When we arrived, both kids got huge smiles and set off playing like good friends.  Oliver remembered some of Celia's toys and she kindly shared them all.  She even shared a stuffed turtle that he took quite a liking to--so much so that he was temporarily willing to trade Myrtle for it.  Oliver was pretty tired by the end, so the kids shared a bath, a few giggles and a sweet good-bye at the end of the evening.  It was nice to see Oliver start to form a connection, and I think this might be the start of a long friendship.



Wednesday, March 6, 2013

What is the matter.

I am enjoying the process of watching Oliver learn emotions and how to express them.  Here are a couple of his current "expressions" of emotion:
My favorite, of course, is his ever growing number of ways to show me he loves me or misses me.  We have had the book "Little Owl Lost" by Chris Haughton for a while and read it from time to time.  But, for the past couple of weeks Oliver has found a kindred spirit in the title character.  The story is about a little owl who falls out of his nest and is looking for his mommy, he describes her to various forest animals after asking "have you seen my mommy?"  This is a kid's book so in the end they find her (she has been looking everywhere for him).  Lately, when I come home from work or I am in a different room and he does not see me for 5 minutes, he comes running looking for me saying, "little owl, little owl.  Have you seen my mommy?"  This is usually followed with "pick me up!" and a big hug coupled with "love" or "love you."
As you can imagine, since becoming parents, we have used the phrase "what's the matter?" a time or two.  Oliver has come to use this phrase as a synonym to "sad".  Whether it is a sad moment in a book (the lonely puppy in the Golden Book), mommy leaving for work, or he does not get something he wants, he has had no trouble letting us know when he is a little sad.  It is coupled with a very dramatic pouting of the lips, batting of the eyes, and a whisper of the phrase. 
Here are two examples from this morning.  
We were reading a book that had a person riding a bike in it.  As often happens, this reminded him of a song (or book, person, memory, etc.).  The song was the Goldfish song where the fish take showers, ride bikes, or brush their teeth, but ultimately realize that "wait a minute we're fish, we don't [ride bicycles]…let's go swimming…."  So we started singing bits of the song and he suddenly realized that it meant the fish could not ride bikes. 
Oliver: "fish no bikes?" 
Mommy: "true, people ride bikes, not fish."
Oliver: "why fish not ride bikes?" 
Mommy: "fish don't have legs and you need legs, like grown-ups and kids, to ride a bike." 
Oliver: "fish, fins." 
Mommy: "True."
Oliver:  "kitties not ride bike?"
Mommy:  "That's true, kitties do not ride bikes."
Oliver:  "Gerald not ride bike?" (aka, Gerald from the "Giraffes Can't Dance" book)
Mommy: " That's true, giraffes do not ride bikes."
Oliver:  (sad face) "What is the matter." 

Later in the morning, Oliver asked to "sit in the rocker and read a book" (this is usually code for I am getting very tired).  So we were sitting in the rocker and he suddenly asked for a bottle (which he calls both bottle and ba-ba).  We have not quite broke him of the one bottle before bed routine, but he has never really asked for it during the day.  So I explained that no, he only gets the bottle before bed at night, not during the day.  I said he could have a cup of milk instead and asked do you want your sippy cup?  His response: imagine the pouty face appear before he says, "not same as ba-ba...what is the matter."  He did not get the bottle, but it was a good try.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

18 Months -- What’s in/What’s out

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Over the past few months we have enjoyed watching some of Oliver’s favorites evolve.  At 17 months, here is a glimpse of what is hot and what is not in Oliver’s world.  (I started this post a few weeks ago, but I am just now finishing it and I’ve added a few 18 months updates).

The HOT List:
Showing off his skills.  Oliver knows the colors: blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and white (with about 80% accuracy).  18 months:  He has started point out things as “the purple car” or “the white plate”.  For shapes, he knows circles, squares, diamonds, hearts, stars, and usually triangles.  He knows all of the capital letters of the alphabet (we have not really mixed the lower case ones in yet).  Oliver likes to identify letters everywhere we go: business signs and windows, at the airport, on food containers, etc.  He doesn’t really know specific numbers yet, but knows what “numbers” are in general when he sees them.   He loves to compare and point out when things are different, e.g., big/small, old/new, middle/edge, right/left, and light/dark.  Ask him to spell go and he will tell you “G-O” and ask him to spell bus and he will tell you “B-S”. 

He has a really good vocabulary which is starting to include more emotion related words (e.g., like, happy, love, tired out, worried, relief, scared).  18 month update:  I recently started asking him, how long will mommy love you...he replies with the answer, "ever", and now he tells me (usually with a hug), "love mommy ever" or "love Myrtle ever."  He uses lots of two-word phrases, e.g., “fuzzy pillow”, “excuse me”, “get it”, “may I”, “up please”, “jumbo jet”, “lazy bones” and “my (insert any of his toys, mommy, or food).”  18 months update: Oliver has dramatically increased the length of his sentences.  A few memorable sentences he came up with the past couple days: “Mommy, wake up!” “fuzzy blanket feels so good”, “nice and soft”, “word of the day”, "where is it?", "rub my back", “up on bed”, “Oliver all done pooping now”, and “give me bunny grams…please”.   He can get pretty excited when he is telling us something, and sometimes his sentences come out sounding more like orders than statements.  Sheryl told the story this week that she had Oliver out in the stroller and a woman stopped to hold a door for them.  As the woman reached for the door, Oliver yells at her “Open the door!!”  

Oliver refers to himself as "Oliver", but if you ask him his name he will say "Marx."  If you ask him where he lives, he will tell you "M street" and/or "DC".  If you ask him how old he is, he still says "two" so we have given up because by the time he agrees to be one he will be two anyway.  

Books.  Oliver still loves books and reads a large portion of his library each day, but his preferences (identified by the number of times he asks for the book to be read “again”) change each week.  However, one consistent favorite for the past couple months is Lois Lenski’s “The Little Airplane.”  I cannot begin to describe how much he loves this book.  He talks about Pilot Small (the main character) regularly, recites phrases from the book in his daily vocabulary, e.g., “it’s a sunny day!” and “little auto”, and on occasion carries it around with him and gives the book hugs.  He will literally fill in every few words as you read it to him.  For the first few weeks that we had the book, he would have us read it to him several times throughout the day often 2-3x per reading (“read again”).  Now, he has much of the book memorized so he will sit by himself and flip through the story narrating each pages with a few key words or ask us to read it but skip to his favorite parts.  Lois Lenski wrote a whole series of “Small” books in the 30s-50s.  Given his love of Pilot Small, we recently got him  “The Little Auto”, “The Little Train” and “The Little Sail Boat”.  The Little Auto and Train books are also now favorites.  Other current favorites:  Good Night Construction Site, Little Red Caboose (Golden Book), Little Tug, and How Things Work (he refers to as “Amy’s Book” since it was a gift that came in the mail with a note from Amy).

Stuffed Animals.  Oliver’s constant companion these days is “Myrtle” the turtle.  Sheryl got him the turtle on a trip they took to the DC aquarium.  She says it was love at first sight.  He carries her around throughout the day, she has to be in the crib at night when he goes to bed and in the morning, we can hear/see him on the monitor making her dance and talking about her.  He has us give her kisses (he gives her hugs/kisses regularly), he will feed her, brush her teeth, she does loops and flips, she sometimes rides on his trucks, and she is usually wet from being chewed on.  (18 month update:  he is on his second Myrtle, we had to replace “old Myrtle” with “new Myrtle” after he had nearly chewed old Myrtle’s eyes off).  He also makes requests for and gives lots of huggies to his dolphin, blue monkey, and doggie.  They are all in his crib at night and he calls them “my animals.”

Mommy.  There was a time when I thought Oliver was definitely not a “mamma’s boy.”  That time has passed.  Around 14-months, he started to get more attached and have a harder time with me leaving.  The past 2-months he has been in full mommy mode.  I’ll also digress and say it was around mid-December when one day he just stopped calling me “mama” and started calling me “mommy” totally on his own.  When we visited Wisconsin for Thanksgiving he learned that mommy was another word for mama.   But, after coming back to DC he did not use the name mommy and we all only ever referred to me as mama.  Then one day, he started calling me mommy and we all just had to adjust.  When he sees me each morning, he first tells me about his animals, talks about the sunrise, planes, trains, pilot small, or whatever else is on his mind, but at some point he will ask, “mommy, work?”  If I say yes, he says “no work” with total disappointment, and if I say no, he joyfully says “mommy home!”   Either way he doesn’t let me out of his sight.  He knows all the signs of work, and will say, “mommy, no makeup” or “mommy, no shoes.”  Once Sheryl arrives he wants to be on my lap, in my bed, or held (very effective since it is very hard to get ready or leave the house when he is attached to me).  The flip side of it being so heartbreaking to leave him each day is that he is so happy when I get home.  He often runs to me, “mommy home, no work!”  He will ask now, “comfy clothes?”  Then he grabs my hand and takes me to his books or toys and keeps me close for the rest of the night.  On the weekends, he will sometimes just randomly give me a hug and say, “love” or “no work”.  18-month update:  this has improved slightly over the past week.  He is crying less when I leave, though he still asks me not to go and says “Mommy, no work, home today.” But, today he even blew me kisses when I left.

Legos.  He likes building garages, barns, rockets, chicken coops, and cars with his Legos. He also has a Lego chicken that we lost one day.  Now it is the running joke; he will randomly belt out “chicken loose” and we run around trying to find the Lego chicken.  He also has a “grandpa” Lego figures who is now a farmer, pilot, astronaut, race car driver, etc.  You name it and grandpa does it.

Trains, planes, helicopters, trucks, buses, and automobiles.  Train tracks are a daily activity along with flying his planes/helicopters, driving/digging with his construction vehicles, driving people on bus, and racing his hot wheels.  He likes to remind us that helicopters do not need a runway and takeoff from a helipad, and he learned from “Amy’s book” where the swashplate is and how the pilot “tilts” it to control the blades.  His planes are referred to as “yellow plane”, “bi-plane”, “jumbo jet”, and “broken jet”.

Dancing.  “Goldfish” and “Rocketship Run” by Laurie Berkner are his current favorites.

Crafts.  Painting, drawing, GLUE, stickers, chalk, and scissors (he does not get to do the cutting).

Outside.  He enjoys being outside and loves to go for walks.  He knows red is for stop and holds out his hand “STOP!, no go” when we get to the cross sections.  When the light turns green and we assue him it is time to cross, he yells “GO!” and will giggle the whole run to the other side.  He will play in the dirt and rocks for as long as you will let him.

Bath time.  Bath is almost always at least and hour and he rarely wants to get out.  

The NOT hot List:
The Bus.  I am a little sad to say, the bus is no longer the center of his universe.  He still plays with regularly, but it is not his must have toy anymore.  But, he does still love buses in general and will tell you that “kids, not dogs” ride “school buses” and “grown-ups” ride “city buses”.

Sophie.  No interest in Sophie for many months.

Llama, Llama books.  We still read them regularly, but since pilot small entered his world Llama, Llama just isn’t as popular.

Yoga class.  I don’t know if it is because his stranger anxiety has hit a high, if the class falls right during his nap time so I often have to wake him up when we arrive, or if yoga is just not his thing, but when I ask if he wants to go to yoga class he tells me no.  And the last few classes he has made it clear he would rather be somewhere else.

Pandie.  She got bumped from the crib and has not been invited to sleep with the other animals for a few weeks now.