rivka: (Colin 1.5)
Colin has a new favorite story that he keeps asking for. It's right up there with the one in which he is a dog who goes flying on a green airplane.

Colin: Tell me the story about how I was just a little speck.
Me: Okay. When you first started, you were just a tiny little speck, and you were inside my body.
Colin: And I was in your tummy!
Me: You were in a special place inside my tummy called my uterus. And you got bigger and bigger, and my tummy got bigger and bigger until I was huuuuge (miming with hand motions). And then you came out and you were a baby! It was AWESOME!

That's the way we usually tell it. He likes to hear it over and over. But today he had an addendum.

Colin: And then what happened?
Me: Then you had some see-sees.
Colin: And THEN what happened?
Me: That was pretty much it.
Colin: And then I went back and turned into a little pig!
Me: You did?
Colin: Oink oink oink! I DID turn into a little pig!

...I guess he figured that if I could make up crazy, outlandish stuff, he could too.
rivka: (Colin 1.5)
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Dolphin jump in the air and catch ball, and catch ball, and catch ball.

I see a turtle. Girl feed turtle lettuce. Girl touch turtle's back.

I see a rays. Rays swimming in the water.

A shark scary. Daddy hold me.
rivka: (Colin 1.5)
Colin, clinging to Michael: Want Mommy carry boy.
Michael: hands Colin off to me.
Colin, clinging to me, head on my shoulder:
Want Daddy.
Me: Do you want Mommy or Daddy?
Colin: Want BUNNY.

Once he had Bunny in his arms he was perfectly content. Mommy, Daddy, whatever.

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(He starts out in a crib, but at some point in the early morning hours he winds up in our bed. So does Bunny.)
rivka: (Colin 1.5)
Michael: Colin, are you going to plot world domination?
Colin: (gropes at waistband.) First Colin pants off.
rivka: (Colin 1.5)
I need to post about my weekend, but I've just been too sleepy. So instead you get some conversations with my son.

Colin: Breakfast.
Me: You want some breakfast?
Colin: Yes.
Me: What do you want to eat?
Colin: Chocolate ice cream.


Me: Having bathed Colin, runs new bath for Alex and helps her in.
Colin:
Shirt off. Onesie off. Diaper off.
Me: No, this is Alex's bath. It's Alex's turn.
Colin: exits the room Colin stairs. Alex privacy.


Me: Shh, Colin, it's time to go to sleep.
Colin: Bunny!
Me: No, Bunny is in the crib. Bunny is sleeping.
Colin, loudly: Wake up Bunny! To me: Bunny awake.


That last one notwithstanding, I love it so much when they get old enough to have a conversation. Talking kids are the best.
rivka: (Colin 1.5)
It has been pointed out to me that perhaps I shouldn't post about how much my life sucks and then disappear for a week. Sorry.

Here I am, back! And with a developmental update. Colin is 18 months old, and a fine big capable boy.

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Just recently he's really gotten the rules down for peekaboo. He "hides" (announcing "hiding!") and then pops out and shouts "peekaboo!" He has not fully grasped the principles underlying hiding, which sometimes makes for very cute results.

(Also a perennial source of toddler cute: Colin thinks he can jump. What he can do is squat down and then stand up quickly saying "jump!" It's almost like jumping, right? He's very proud.)

He's got a few hundred words now, which he deploys with verve. We can have real conversations:

Me: Want to help me put away books, Colin?
Colin: touches a book. Alex.
Me: Are these books for Alex?
Colin: Chapter.
Me: Yes, those are chapter books.

Colin: pointing at my monitor. Baby! Becky! Baby!
Me: You want to see pictures of Becky and the babies? (pulls up our friends' baby blog.)
Colin: reaches for the screen. Baby. Carry.
Me: You want to carry the baby?
Colin: Yes.

One of my favorite new words of his, which he uses all the time now: "Turn." He'll take a bite of a cracker and then hand the rest to me, saying invitingly, "Turn!" Or Alex will get out of the bathtub, and if it doesn't look like I'm getting ready to put him in next he'll anxiously say "Turn! Turn!" He was in a study today at the Johns Hopkins Cognitive Development Lab, and he eagerly directed me and the experimenter to take turns with a particular toy. It feels like it's of a piece with the general harmoniousness we've noticed in Colin all along.

He has a few two-word phrases: help me, other side, read again, cut it, and, inevitably, more see-see (i.e., nursing). They are stereotyped for the most part; he's not flexibly putting together two different words he happens to know. But it is still definitely an expansion.

He likes to reel off lists of words. When I'm rocking him at bedtime, I'll hear "Red. Red. Orange. Blue. Green. Pink." Or he'll look up from playing and start naming animals and making their sounds. "Sheep! Baaa. Neigh... horse. Cow. Cow. Moo." Or he'll just start pointing to and naming parts of the body. I guess that when you only have a couple hundred words, it's hard to make conversation without relying on lists. (Colin is actually the world champion of animal sounds. You should hear his elephant trumpet.)

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Colin and Alex are as thick as thieves these days. They chase each other around the house and climb all over each other. As soon as he wakes up in the morning he looks around: "Alex? Alex?" He wants to be right where she is doing right what she's doing. Sometimes this poses difficulties on the homeschooling front, but I try to remember that their good relationship is more important to me than her learning this particular thing at this particular moment. On her side, of course she sometimes finds him annoying, but she also plays with him much more than I expected her to.

Colin likes: airplanes, trucks, trains, and other things that go vroom. Bunnies. ("Hop! Hop! A bunny!") Being "pretty," such as dressing up in Alex's dress-up clothes or putting ponytail holders on his wrists and ankles. Playing in the sink or other water sources, which he attempts to justify by pleading to wash his hands. Being read to. Looking at pictures online, particularly Google Images searches for "commercial airplanes" and our friends' aforementioned baby blog. Having his entire family in sight at all times. Nursing, a little too much.

He continues to be a good regular-food eater, although ironically he isn't any heavier than Alex was as a terrible eater. He loves meat, fish, shellfish, rice, pasta, fruit, raw vegetables. We've got another one here who loves sushi.

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His sleep continues to suck, but he has slept through the night twice now, so I have a tiny shred of hope that it will improve. We've decided to nightwean in a few weeks (after our camping trip) in hopes that that will lead to a big breakthrough in nighttime sleep.
rivka: (colin in whoville)
Conversations with my son:
Colin: Daddy, Daddy!
Me: Where is Daddy?
Colin: Coffee.

Also, I made the mistake of showing Colin that it's possible to Google for pictures of airplanes. Now, every time I sit at my computer, he comes running up to point at the screen. "Airplane! Airplane!"

It is simply impossible to deny him when he gives me his Face of Joyful Anticipation.

Especially because, if he's not entirely sure that I've understood, he'll clarify using one of his most adorable word abbreviations: "Picsh? Picsh?"

"Pictures?" I say. "Yes!" I haul him onto my lap and search Google Images for airplanes. He vibrates with joy. "Airplane!" Point. "Airplane!" Point. "Airplane!" Attempt to climb right off my lap and into the monitor. "Airplane!"

On that note, have some picsh of the Many Moods of Colin.

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(Yes, those are salmon eggs he's eating. The minute the tray of sushi arrives he starts pointing: "Pease? Pease?" Both of the kids will fight me for them.)

(Why so many highchair pictures? Only time he sits still.)
rivka: (colin in whoville)
Scene: Colin's bedroom at bedtime. Soft lullabies are on the CD player. The room is dark. We are rocking in the rocking chair, nursing. Colin appears to be almost asleep. Suddenly he pulls away and points off in the distance.

Colin:
AIRPLANE!!
Me: That's right, Colin rode on an airplane.
Colin: Yes!
Colin: nurses some more.
Colin: pulls off again. Bus! A bus!
Me: Yes, you also rode on a bus.
Colin: Airplane!
Me: That was really exciting.
Colin: Yes!

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

We've been home from our trip for more than three days and he still can't stop talking about it - to the extent that his limited vocabulary allows. Because THERE WERE AIRPLANES.

Edited to add: Just had another conversation with my son.

Colin: See-see! See-see! (this is his word for nursing)
Me: You want see-sees?
Colin: bends down and picks up a marker. Marker!
Me: You want a marker while you nurse?!
Colin: Please.

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