Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Holden: Four Years, Seven Months

Holden...

...Gets dressed all by himself, picking out his own clothes.

... Is learning to write and has mastered A, B, C, D, 1, 2, 3, 4 and "Holden."

... Can count to 150.

... Clears his own dishes from the table.

... Is still hesitant to get out of bed without assistance in the morning, even though he's proven he can do it (including getting a cup of milk out of the refrigerator, turning on the TV and pointing the TiVo to The Backyardigans).

...Still wakes up every morning at 6:01 a.m. and says, "Daddy, I see number siiiixxxx."


...Says it's ok to "imagination" that he sees things, like ducks in the fountain or Oregon from our street.

... Still pronounces "puter" for computer and "me-mix" for music.

... Will say something is "getting on my nervous" when something is getting on his nerves.

... Is really starting to enjoy coloring and art, and likes to use lots of different colors within one object. He's also free-handing people, buildings, the sun, trees and the street.

... Is taking a soccer class, and is really good, but is eager to try other sports, too, like baseball. He still shows his true Holden form if he falls, and gets pretty worked-up about it, though.

... Is fast, at everything from moving about the house to his school work.

... Likes to help his teachers at school.

... Will try new foods more willingly and eats more vegetables, especially seedless cucumbers.

... Has had introductions to video games, but would still rather play outside.



... Says, "Whoops-a-daisy."

... Has a very sing-songy voice and a hearty laugh.

... Loves to sing, especially "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" and "The Star Spangled Banner."

... Will usually ask me to sing "Circle Game" at night still, but also likes to hear shabbat songs, including "Lo Yisa Goy" (with the hand movements), "Oseh Shalom" and "Hinematov."

... Goes to bed real easy most nights, but will still sometimes get a little clingy and say he doesn't like to sleep alone or sleep in the dark.

... Knows that babies grow in mommy's bellies and get pushed or taken out, but that's all he knows.


... Is super gentle with Riley, even when Riley isn't gentle with him.

... Is also patient with his little brother, and likes to play with him and make him laugh.

... Has his own city.

... Will have a phone conversation that now involves only a little nodding of his responses.


... Loves to share what he can remember about his school day with us. When we ask him to remember something good that happened that day, he usually tells us about what he ate for lunch, that he took a good nap or that he got all happy faces on his daily report card.

... Gets a sweaty head when he's running around.

... Shares his bed every night with his long-time friends Hippo, Doggie and Dino.

... Eats a lot. When he's done with whatever was prepared, he'll start eating his way around the kitchen by asking for rice cakes with peanut butter, cereal bars, Cheerios and such.

... Is a constant source of noise, whether it's talking and singing or howling and nonsensical yelling.
... Is very dramatic and sensitive, and despite loving to jump and run, is still scared of falling down.

... Loves to give and get butterfly and Eskimo kisses at bedtime.

... Thinks he knows a lot.

... Is sweet, kind, caring, empathetic and sympathetic.

... Works hard at remembering all his new friends' names at school.

... Is very, very loved.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Reunited

Thanks to the magic of the Internet and Facebook, I recently got back in touch with a friend from junior high school. Rena wasn't just one of those people you connect with who you had a class with or rode the bus with, she and I were good friends. We ate lunch together pretty much everyday, hung in the same circles and saw each other outside of school. We also did synchronized swimming together, where she kicked ass and I pretty much spent the time getting screamed at to point my toes three times a week. She was my first junior high school friend, having met her at orientation thanks to my then-embarrassingly extroverted mother. On the first day of school, knowing no one, I latched on to Rena and she was kind enough to let me hang.

We hadn't seen each other probably since junior high school graduation or sometime soon after. A few weeks ago, I saw she was on Facebook and I excitedly asked her to be my friend ... again. Today, her family and ours met at Polliwog park for some bagels, duck feeding and running around. It was wonderful to see her and meet her family, and we look forward to hanging again soon.


Rena and Anwen, 18 months:
Daniel:
Duck feeding with Egan, 4:





Egan and Anwen were sweet and willing subjects for Kevin, who is not use to cooperative kids who hold still.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ella and Ethan Come and Play

I'm turning over this post to the cuteness that is Maggie's two youngest kids: Ella, 5 months, and Ethan, 5. They came over for a quick playdate. She's lucky she left with Ella. I wanted to keep her for myself!






Friday, October 17, 2008

Why We Drink

6:08 p.m.

Between bites of his grilled cheese sandwich, Riley purses his lips and spits.

Riley: "Bbbbbbbttttthhh!"

Mom: "Riley-"

Riley: "Bbbbbbttttthhhh!"

Mom (moving closer): "Ri-"

Riley: "Bbbbbttthhhh! Hahaha!"

Mom (a foot away): "Riley we don't-"

Riley: "Bbbbbtttthhh!"

Mom: "Don't spit at the tab-"

Riley: "Bbbbtttthhh!"

Mom: "You spit again, dinner's over."

Riley: "Bbbbbtttthhh!"

Mom: "Dinner's over."

Riley: (crying, grabbing) "Saaaam-mwiiiich!"

Mom: (clearing, wiping) "No spitting. Dinner's over."

Riley: "Saaaam-mwiiich! Saaaam-mwiiich! Saaaam-mwiiich!"

6:22 - 6:28 p.m.

Riley: (chewing vitamin) "Saaaam-mwiiich!"

Moving Riley toward the bathroom for a bath.

Riley: "Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich."

Riley back in the kitchen, repeatedly opening the trash to point at the quarter sandwich. Stamping feet.

Holden: "Milk, please!"

Riley: "Saaaaam-mwiiich! Saaaam-mwiiiich!"

6:30 - 6:40 p.m.

Riley's in the bath.

Riley: "Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich."

Kevin: "Riley, I got it. Sandwich. You spit. No more sandwich."

Riley: "Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich."

6:42 p.m.

Out of the bath, drying off.

Riley: "Sam-mwich. Sam-mwich."

Brushes teeth, big tears still sliding down his cheeks, bottom lip out.

Riley: "Sam-mwich."

6:45 p.m.

On the changing table, getting on pajamas.

Riley: "Saaaaam-mwich."


7 p.m.

Books read, songs sang, Riley lying in his crib holding his monkey and Wally bear.

Riley: "Ah-ah-baby.... Sam-mwich."

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Real or Fake?

"I just don't get why the bees eat pancakes," Holden said the other day while reading the Bee Movie book. "Why is that monkey wearing shoes? That's silly!" He commented the other day while watching Dora. "I didn't think animals could gather sticks and set up tents," came during a reading of Camper Kim.

These observations strikingly contrast the steady stream of stories that come from Holden's own mouth. Did you know he has a City? It's called "My City," and we're invited there when we make him bean and cheese burritos, but not allowed when we tell him "no" after the hundredth plea for a special treat. My City has tall buildings, like downtown Los Angeles, and you have to drive for two days and go over 100 mountains to get there (which sounds a lot like a recent road trip of our own). Holden works there with his friends, but he doesn't live there because, after all, he's just a kid. He's very committed to My City, but if you question him about it, he's quick to tell you, "I'm just pretending."

It's got to be so weird in his little mind trying to decipher what's reality and what is not. For some reason, so much of what he reads and watches involves talking animals in implausible situations. Why is this? Is the idea that kids relate more to animals, or is it that they'll instinctively know it's pretend because it's animals who are doing it? Would seeing cartoon humans racing dolphins underwater or finding martians on Mars be too much of a tease, making it harder for kids to draw that line between reality and fantasy?

And what age does the brain register between what is real and what is not? The other day, while watching Dora and eating breakfast, Riley pushed his food aside at the mention of a chocolate tree. Holden and I began talking, jokingly, about how great that would be. Riley didn't get the joke and began wailing, "Chawclate tweeeee!" Funny and sad. It took some convincing to get him to keep eating his oatmeal and cantaloupe.

With Halloween right around the corner, we're now confronted with questions about the ghosts, witches and skeletons that people are decorating their front yards with. Holden pushed me hard the other day asking about ghosts - what they are, where they came from. Like all sticky situations, I tried to be evasively truthful, yet noncommittal about the subject. Of course, I told him, they're not real. But then, he hears from other well-meaning people, about people's ghosts going to heaven after they die. (Don't even get me started on that one).

Holden knows when he's pretending and what's real, but it's getting difficult to come up with new ways to tell him the truth about his world without kick-starting his imagination into places he really just doesn't need to go.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Hell on TWO Wheels



Monday, October 06, 2008

A Monday Text Message From Kevin

"When we get home tonight, let's pop open a bottle of wine, get some cheese and crackers and go relax on the patio for a while. We can order some Chinese a littler later. Either that, or we can yell at the kids for a while and then eat dinner out of a box in front of the TV."