SK--that's exactly what we say to J: "Gentle, gentle. Tata has feelings like mummy and dada. You don't want to ever hurt living things." Though, after he's beheaded
yet another of my flowers, I have in frustration told him, "Great. Now that flower is DEAD." Not that this has stopped his vegetation killing spree.
He'll probably blame his mother when he goes on Oprah to tell "his side."
What a crazy little Finnzilla you have there! The name is perfect! You must be losing weight like mad chasing after him!
Kitty--you mentioned earlier about J's love of words. He does come by it honestly. OH actually just published a book, and my Dad's latest book was dedicated to J. They are just history books, but Eric honestly writes like a silver-tongued angel, even when writing history.
Oh, and that's amazing that you sign with F! And that you make signs up! Was it hard to teach B? It must be so neat to communicate at such a young age! When did he first sign back with comprehension? And I can't remember--
who else signs? Leeze, I think, and maybe Rowan? But I know
exactly what you mean about their faces lighting up when they finally get you to understand them. J always looks so proud and so excited, which makes me so proud and excited in turn.
Ah, the installation of the baby gate. That was a nightmare! Good for you for doing it the smart way, with the ipad and your husband doing the work.
We eventually took ours off because it was so badly installed that it was more dangerous than the stairs (thank you, OH!). How did your installation end up going?
Kosh--that is amazing that G is doing so well verbally. J didn't pronounce things clearly
at all until he really made an effort and that could take forever. Oh, and "Ba" meant so much for a long time, too. Only we could tell what he meant by it in different contexts.
Borboleta--I bought such a cute cover for the toddler's pillow I got, but he will not use the pillow.
I found it on the ground every time I got him up. So, no, he won't use a pillow. He doesn't care at all, though. He loves just sleeping on the mattress. Have you used one for little T?
Has your OH heard yet? I love how they take their own sweet time, as if nobody's life matters. And I'm glad that your husband decided to do the tree himself. We have to do the one of the front lawn, too, but I'm hiring someone. It's so cheap here because all the houses are essentially the same, lawn wise. It's economy of scale: they made it affordable so now hundreds of households will use the service.
As For Us--J has a few new games. One of them is called "The Bedtime 1-2-3 Game." I guess I tend to number things as I do them (eg. "One...turn off light. Two..turn on sound machine"). J now says these numbers, too, but has no idea what they mean. He just likes repeating them or saying them at the same time as me. But he has added an "action" to our routine. Number Three now means: throw yourself headfirst into your crib, land on your face
dohh
, and laugh hysterically. I've started to hold him away from his crib as I turn off some lights, and he just laughs and laughs, knowing the heart attack he is, yet again, going to cause his mummy is inevitable.
The other game is called "Going. Home".
Borboleta, you might remember this game from the episode of Pocoyo, where Pocoyo, Ellie and Pato all pretend to leave and come back to great fanfare.
Anyway, I bought a small toolbox for my gardening stuff. It was in the backyard, and J picked it up, said "Going!" and marched towards the gate door. Since he couldn't get out, he turned around, walked back, set his shoulders, turned around and said "Going!" again. He did this a few times, but I didn't know why. Then, suddenly, the game changed, and he started at the fence and yelled, "HOME!" as he walked into the yard. I finally remembered the video and reenacted the ballet scenes (don't ask) for him. He came "home" a lot that day.
I'm certain I've missed people, but I have to go attend to the boy. I still haven't finished reading, yet, either, so more will come.