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Showing posts with label Nathanael. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nathanael. Show all posts
Angels Vacuum
At least mine did, this morning.
I was having a hard time wading through the weeks old layers of dried cereal on the carpet. Our living space had become a maze of clean and dirty laundry. I woke up and wondered how I was going to chase a two-year-old around for another 12 hours when I could barely roll over.
But my angel woke up and sent me to the shower. He changed, dressed and fed our little wild man. He sent me out the door to my appointment only 10 minutes behind schedule, still in his pajamas.
And in the meantime, he vacuumed.
I was having a hard time wading through the weeks old layers of dried cereal on the carpet. Our living space had become a maze of clean and dirty laundry. I woke up and wondered how I was going to chase a two-year-old around for another 12 hours when I could barely roll over.
But my angel woke up and sent me to the shower. He changed, dressed and fed our little wild man. He sent me out the door to my appointment only 10 minutes behind schedule, still in his pajamas.
And in the meantime, he vacuumed.
Understanding
Nathanael is now in nursery, and so two hours of every week are spent entirely away from me. I'm not even sure who all the leaders are down there. So today a sister in the ward came up to me and told me that Nathanael made her laugh today. I asked what he did and she simply said, "We were just talking together."
I love it when people love my baby!
I also love it when he learns something new. It just clicks in his brain and I see his face light up. That's the best mom moment so far. Well, it ties with giggling tickles.
Lately most of the "light-up moments" have been new signs and words that he adds to his repertoire. Our old favorites: milk, more, please, (so cute! It consists of a sign that looks a lot more like the sign for 'bath' and sounds like 'bah, bah.' He likes to do the two-sign combo "more, please.") banana, bath. The newbies: thank you, mom, dad, eat, diaper. I think that's it. It seems like more when I see him do them! :)
New signs that I've learned: turn on/off the light, dog, horse, airplane, bird, Jesus, music, no (I've held out on this one!), sleep, home, bathroom, and extra emphasis on please, thank you, mom, and dad. :)
We're having a fun time and I can honestly say that his shrill yodels of distress are significantly decreased because of his new found communication skills!
I love it when people love my baby!
I also love it when he learns something new. It just clicks in his brain and I see his face light up. That's the best mom moment so far. Well, it ties with giggling tickles.
Lately most of the "light-up moments" have been new signs and words that he adds to his repertoire. Our old favorites: milk, more, please, (so cute! It consists of a sign that looks a lot more like the sign for 'bath' and sounds like 'bah, bah.' He likes to do the two-sign combo "more, please.") banana, bath. The newbies: thank you, mom, dad, eat, diaper. I think that's it. It seems like more when I see him do them! :)
New signs that I've learned: turn on/off the light, dog, horse, airplane, bird, Jesus, music, no (I've held out on this one!), sleep, home, bathroom, and extra emphasis on please, thank you, mom, and dad. :)
We're having a fun time and I can honestly say that his shrill yodels of distress are significantly decreased because of his new found communication skills!
Growing Up
Nathanael's getting more mature. Today he tooted (loudly) and barely even cracked a smile.
A very very half-birthday, to you!
Nathanael celebrated his 18-month half-birthday recently at the home of a wonderful couple in our ward. We had a chocolate cupcake with "full fat, full sugar" and gooey frosting to boot.
We lit the candle and encouraged him to blow on it (hot!) to no avail. He just wanted to feel it! :) Ah, well, Mom blew it out for him. :)
However, we did sing Happy Birthday to him throughout the day and evening, which he loved. For a present, we found a great little green Ikea chair at DI just a few days later. He carries it everywhere and rarely sits on it, but uses it to be taller! Pictures of that to follow (as soon as I get some!)
Here are the birthday shots.
Enjoying the attention and treats!
Serious Groucho Marx.
Smiling Groucho Marx.
We lit the candle and encouraged him to blow on it (hot!) to no avail. He just wanted to feel it! :) Ah, well, Mom blew it out for him. :)
However, we did sing Happy Birthday to him throughout the day and evening, which he loved. For a present, we found a great little green Ikea chair at DI just a few days later. He carries it everywhere and rarely sits on it, but uses it to be taller! Pictures of that to follow (as soon as I get some!)
Here are the birthday shots.
Enjoying the attention and treats!
Serious Groucho Marx.
Smiling Groucho Marx.
Mad Skills
Scaling... (and climbing down): The couch, the chairs, the changing table, the oven door, the dishwasher door, bookshelves, the other bookshelves, my kitchen island, the dining table, the stove top, the bathtub fixtures, the toilet, his treasure box, the driver's seat, his high chair (he actually got inside it by himself. I'm so proud. And horrified! He also did this with his stroller months ago.)Bringing me my shoes. He has been doing this for some time now, but recently we have seen the addition of bringing matching shoes!
Unlocking the car: Okay, not quite. But he gets the key in the lock all by himself. He just doesn't have the turning part down yet. He adores doing this and knows exactly how it works. I usually give him my keys at our apartment door and he takes them the 20 feet to the car and puts them in the lock and waits for me!
Lower the blinds, turn off the lights, close the door, shut the cupboards, drain the bathtub, put the toilet seat down (oh, and flush the toilet!) He has an unusual sense of project completion for a toddler! :)
Make toast: one day I saw him faithfully open the door, put his bread on the rack, close the door carefully, push some buttons, open the door, remove his toast, and then blow on the toast to cool it off! Guess who does exactly that routine every morning? The best was the blowing though. I was laughing all day about that.Rinse his own hair in the bath: Well, this has only happened two or three times, but it sure was a funny surprise for me. he picked up the water bottle and dumped the contents on his head. It startled him a little, but he just laughed!
Put himself to sleep: The little dear gets a hold of a corner on that worn blue blanket, and sucks his thumb right out of consciousness.
Walk down (and up) stairs: He'll climb on his knees in a pinch, but if there's a railing, he makes good use of it. Or, if I'm available, he'll hold my hand (which melts my heart!)
Dance, baby, dance! A partial list of the sounds he dances to: Recorded music, mom's singing, the cheesy electronic baby piano, the kazoo, the blender, the kitchen aid, the oven timer, the wheat grinder (we like kitchen appliances), the dishwasher, the clock (Michael just told me that one now!), clapping, tapping, or in response to the word dance. In the words of my mother, the music's in him!Clapping, peek-a-boo, give high-five, clasp his hands (which he finds hilarious), point (especially to airplanes overhead), point to his toes, sign bath, milk, more, banana, thanks you, diaper, and pray. We're currently working on please. So far, all I've gotten is 'bath' :)
Leading the music: even when I mention a song, his little arm (so chubby!) goes heaven-ward in preparation. It's a bit of a dance/leading combo.
Give sweet pats: This started B.R.E. (before rested era) when I would rock, swaddle, and pat him to encourage (nay, bribe) sleeping. (I was desperate!) One day I was holding him upright and he started patting my back! After that I requested and encouraged and reinforced it daily--how could I resist? Now I no longer pat--I hug. But he, my loving little man, does both.
What a treat! We love him so dearly.
A-Roo
So tonight when I told Michael I had an idea for my next blog post, he guessed, "A Roo?"
So even though that wasn't it, I guess I get to share the story: As some of you may know, I have a chronic nickname habit. It started when Nathanael was born and I went through the high-pitched-voice phase of early motherhood. (To those of you who endured my video-posts when Nathanael was tiny, I offer my deepest regrets. I had no idea what I was subjecting you to!)
So, as I discussed in an earlier post, I came up with a lot of nonsense names. This has now expanded to all words. I especially like to make up songs and new lyrics to old tunes. Frequently, I attempt to rhyme.
However, I am usually quite tired when these songs are created and it usually ends up that in order to rhyme I either use the same word again, or I use a nonsense syllable.
An excerpt from a song to Nathanael:
I love you, my sweet Baboo
I love you, a roo
(And because I sing the word 'you' quite often, the nonsense syllables usually end in 'oo'. Also, I usually need some filler, because my line lengths tend to be off. That's where the 'a' comes in. Thus: a roo.)
These syllables (a roo currently being the most prominent) are becoming quite a fluent part of our idiolects*. So much so that when Michael is trying to emphasize something, or agree emphatically, he will say, "a roo!" I've even caught myself just in time before punctuating an adult conversation with this sort of creative tidbit.
Well, I really can't say anything else after that kind of a confession. So I'll post pictures instead.
*idiolect: a variety of a language unique to an individual. It is manifested by patterns of word selection, vocabulary and word lexicon, grammar, or words, phrases, idioms, or pronunciations that are unique to that individual. Every individual has an idiolect; the grouping of words and phrases is unique, rather than an individual using specific words that nobody else uses. An idiolect can easily evolve into an ecolect—a dialect variant specific to a household. (from Wikipedia)
So even though that wasn't it, I guess I get to share the story: As some of you may know, I have a chronic nickname habit. It started when Nathanael was born and I went through the high-pitched-voice phase of early motherhood. (To those of you who endured my video-posts when Nathanael was tiny, I offer my deepest regrets. I had no idea what I was subjecting you to!)
So, as I discussed in an earlier post, I came up with a lot of nonsense names. This has now expanded to all words. I especially like to make up songs and new lyrics to old tunes. Frequently, I attempt to rhyme.
However, I am usually quite tired when these songs are created and it usually ends up that in order to rhyme I either use the same word again, or I use a nonsense syllable.
An excerpt from a song to Nathanael:
I love you, my sweet Baboo
I love you, a roo
(And because I sing the word 'you' quite often, the nonsense syllables usually end in 'oo'. Also, I usually need some filler, because my line lengths tend to be off. That's where the 'a' comes in. Thus: a roo.)
These syllables (a roo currently being the most prominent) are becoming quite a fluent part of our idiolects*. So much so that when Michael is trying to emphasize something, or agree emphatically, he will say, "a roo!" I've even caught myself just in time before punctuating an adult conversation with this sort of creative tidbit.
Well, I really can't say anything else after that kind of a confession. So I'll post pictures instead.
*idiolect: a variety of a language unique to an individual. It is manifested by patterns of word selection, vocabulary and word lexicon, grammar, or words, phrases, idioms, or pronunciations that are unique to that individual. Every individual has an idiolect; the grouping of words and phrases is unique, rather than an individual using specific words that nobody else uses. An idiolect can easily evolve into an ecolect—a dialect variant specific to a household. (from Wikipedia)
Milestones
Nathanael has now fully entered the world of walking. Yesterday he was doing laps around the living room for entertainment. :)
His most recent accomplishment was standing up without an object to lean on. We were playing in the front yard in the morning, and he just stood up. He has yet to repeat the feat, he prefers to use his old method when there is furniture around.
I love being present for all these tiny yet exhilarating milestones. We celebrate every day!
Well, I have come to acknowledge my fixed belief: all blog entries without photographs are in some way lesser. I don't know if I'll ever move past this belief, but for now, a totally unrelated picture of Nathanael and his cousin in their sweet shades (April 2008).
His most recent accomplishment was standing up without an object to lean on. We were playing in the front yard in the morning, and he just stood up. He has yet to repeat the feat, he prefers to use his old method when there is furniture around.
I love being present for all these tiny yet exhilarating milestones. We celebrate every day!
Well, I have come to acknowledge my fixed belief: all blog entries without photographs are in some way lesser. I don't know if I'll ever move past this belief, but for now, a totally unrelated picture of Nathanael and his cousin in their sweet shades (April 2008).
Living Room Amusement Park
Nathanael has enjoyed the vacuum cleaner as long as he's been aware of it. Michael decided to let him get a little more involved this time. It has already commanded a repeat performance! :)
It's about Time for some Pictures!
Here is Nathanael (about a month ago) putting up the Christmas tree with Dad. I have a few more recent photos, but these were too darling to pass up!
A Promise Kept
So this is for LeAnne. We want to share Nathanael's cute noises (and faces) with her--and all of you too!
It took a little fanagaling to get him off his haunches. But we did it:
Now that my internet connection is a little more stable I can actually post this--hooray!
Love,
Nathanael & Mom
It took a little fanagaling to get him off his haunches. But we did it:
Now that my internet connection is a little more stable I can actually post this--hooray!
Love,
Nathanael & Mom
Flying and Firsts
We had our last Seattle Center adventure (for the summer) last night. We went to Harry Potter at the 3D Imax and then walked around the sculpture garden and International Fountain. This is a picture of Nathanael riding a flying pig. Yet another in a long line of firsts for our family this summer. It is also something which neither Michael nor I have done before, showing that our little son is quite the pioneer himself.
Big Accomplishments
I found this quote (which I have adapted to me for this entry) on the blog of a friend-of-a-friend. She is a young mom too and I just love the way she put this:
"...I realized that I had woken up that day with the idea that I was Bethany Deardeuff, Person Who Does Things and Accomplishes Stuff. I SHOULD have woken up with the idea that I was Bethany Deardeuff, Mom of Nathanael Deardeuff, Who Needs Things and Who is a Big Accomplishment That Doesn't Always Seem Like One at the Time."
Doesn't that just sum it all up?
from http://rachnabe.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html (june 10)
"...I realized that I had woken up that day with the idea that I was Bethany Deardeuff, Person Who Does Things and Accomplishes Stuff. I SHOULD have woken up with the idea that I was Bethany Deardeuff, Mom of Nathanael Deardeuff, Who Needs Things and Who is a Big Accomplishment That Doesn't Always Seem Like One at the Time."
Doesn't that just sum it all up?
from http://rachnabe.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html (june 10)
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