Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Counting revisited

A couple of weeks ago, N started counting down from five to one. Now, it appears he's got himself all confused. Numbers come out in any order. Well, except for two and three - they're still in the correct order. Those he uses every time he's about to jump off the stairs, the couch, or whatever elevated object he's managed to climb up on.

(Oh, the jumping off the stairs is into my arms. Just so no one thinks I'm sitting back while he hurls himself off the top step)

Spiderman

N gets a lot of hand-me-downs from his cousin P. In the last batch was a Spiderman shirt.

N had (has?) no idea who Spiderman is, but thought the shirt was great (because, well, it was P's). Then, because I'm old, I started singing the Spiderman song from the old cartoon.

Now, every time he wears the shirt, I have to sing the song, oh, about 20 times. He'll throw in the odd word just to show he's listening.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Swimming

Swimming, swimming, in the swimming pool
when days are hot,
when days are cold,
in the swimming pool!
Breast stroke,
side stroke,
fancy diving too.
Don't you wish you never had
anything else to do!
But go...

repeat ad nauseum.

When N sings, he just sings the bolded words.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Halloween

OK, so this post is a bit late...

This year, N was going to be at daycare for Halloween, so a costume was required. The kids have a Halloween parade in the cafeteria at work. It's really cute. Lots of staff fill the caf and the kids make a few rounds to show off their costumes. Then they get to visit some of the other floors, where treats are waiting for them.

I knew I should have made a dog costume for N, but when I saw the Wizard of Oz pattern, I couldn't resist making the scarecrow for him to wear. After all my work (it's been a while since I've been sewing) N would have no part of it.

Daycare managed to get the top and pants on him, but there was no way he would wear the hat. At home, I didn't even bother trying. He ran to the door for each trick-or-treater, and got mad when I gave them some of the chocolate.... yeah, he learned all about chocolate this halloween. And he's been asking for it almost daily since.

We did go to a party the next night. I got the hat on long enough for Dad to get a photo. Of the scarecrow trying to rip his own head off.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Snow

Well, today was the first snow day. Sticky snow. Good snowball snow.

I was both looking forward to snow and dreading it. I imagined us playing in the snow - rolling around in it, but I know how much N hates to wear extra clothes. Any clothes really. And you need to wear clothes in the snow.

There was no easing into snow gear this year either, as we went from dry land to winter wonderland overnight. To make matters worse, it was a work day for me, so there was no choice but to get into snow gear first thing in the morning.

Yes there was yelling. Crying. Attempted rending of clothes. Eventually I stuffed N into a jacket and boots and off we went. Sad thing is, we didn't even get to enjoy the snow, as we went straight to daycare. I'm very sorry about that. At least the daycare took the kids out later in the day.

I'm hoping he'll soon get used to all the extra winter gear. Dad can't wait to go tobogganing.

Monday, November 3, 2008

A day of Firsts

Two things happened today, which for some reason I never expected.

First, N actually asked to go up for a nap! N sleeps well, but he hates the idea of going to bed. There are often tears as we make out way upstairs. I give lots of warning, so I'm not catching him by surprise, but he just doesn't want to go. I've moved bedtime both earlier and later, but it makes no difference.

Today though, I asked if he was ready for a nap, and he said 'yes' and then 'upstairs'. wow

What made this different from the other 654 days you've been around? I have no idea, but I hope to figure it out soon.

Oh yeah, the other first. N's first writing on the floor. Of the den. In felt marker. Luckily it was Crayola washable marker.

N's always been pretty good about colouring on paper. Not sure what happened this time, but he was in the den while I was in the kitchen making dinner. I came in to check on him and the paper was next to him, but the drawing was all over the floor.

To make it even better - now when he has a marker he pushes the paper away and points to the floor. He does listen when I say no, but he'll ask multiple times while colouring if he can write on the floor instead.