Sunday, September 26, 2010
Orchard
We went out to Fruit Ridge Farm just outside the city last night to do Fall stuff. He picked this apple and immediately tore into it. (You can hear him whispering "apple", then "bite".) He was so thrilled with that piece of fruit; he kept it firmly between his two paws like a chipmunk and didn't stop gnawing on it for an hour, occasionally sharing a bite when asked.
He was dressed like a little lumberjack, and he had a great time riding behind the horses, going through the woods on the wagon, playing in the pumpkin field, picking that apple and chasing a kitty.
He has such a tiny voice right now, I'm going to try not to ever forget how it sounds.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Half n' Half
Somebody got his Canadian card in the mail yesterday. He is now officially 76 centimeters tall and a dual citizen.
Aren't you proud Grandma K? :)
Aren't you proud Grandma K? :)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Spilled Milk
The first sentence I remember hearing Jude say was when I asked him where his Daddy was in a photo. He pointed at Jono's face and said, "There he is!"
Since then he's said "Light, I see it!" (pointing to a lamp) and "Look at that!" (after something he thinks is cool just happened). There are also plenty of things he says that have no translations.
Yesterday as he finished his supper he tipped his sippy cup over and put pressure on the nozzle so it would release a small puddle of milk onto his tray. He pressed his face down into it, nose and mouth in full contact with the liquid, and slurped it up until it was gone. He raised his head and looked at me, a drop of milk trembling on the end of his nose and another one running down his chin.
"Slurp it," he said.
He followed the same routine another five or six times, saying "slurp it" every time.
I sat there quietly, intrigued. As often as Jono and I are tempted to slurp milk off the table, I'm thinking he must've picked this up at daycare. Either that or we're in denial he's becoming a little boy. He's so nonchalant lately. When one of us walks into the room he casually raises a hand and says, "Oh, hi."
He seems to have picked up on the social cues of an older child.
For now I'll just watch. And laugh.
Since then he's said "Light, I see it!" (pointing to a lamp) and "Look at that!" (after something he thinks is cool just happened). There are also plenty of things he says that have no translations.
Yesterday as he finished his supper he tipped his sippy cup over and put pressure on the nozzle so it would release a small puddle of milk onto his tray. He pressed his face down into it, nose and mouth in full contact with the liquid, and slurped it up until it was gone. He raised his head and looked at me, a drop of milk trembling on the end of his nose and another one running down his chin.
"Slurp it," he said.
He followed the same routine another five or six times, saying "slurp it" every time.
I sat there quietly, intrigued. As often as Jono and I are tempted to slurp milk off the table, I'm thinking he must've picked this up at daycare. Either that or we're in denial he's becoming a little boy. He's so nonchalant lately. When one of us walks into the room he casually raises a hand and says, "Oh, hi."
He seems to have picked up on the social cues of an older child.
For now I'll just watch. And laugh.
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