Dylan,
As has become routine, Mom offered you a chance to use your potty-chair in the interval between your diaper removal and your bath. You're usually game to sit and give it a try, but today you actually peed in the toilet for the first time.
It was no big deal to you, but you seemed happy with how pleased we were by the milestone.
I look forward to getting you out of diapers.
Dad
UPDATE:
You made it two days in a row. Nice job.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
transit
Dylan,
We got up early on Sunday and caught the last bit of a Thomas the Train episode on the teevee. Left wanting, we decided to go to the train station ourselves.
It was a huge hit.
Not only did we see trains ("happy trains", you're still telling Mommy three days later) coming and going, groaning and letting off steam, but there were buses coming at us from all directions, and light rail cars with their "ding ding, ding ding" which you couldn't get enough of, and every few minutes a 737 would roar overhead, landing gear ready, just to mix it up and keep it exciting.
Next weekend we're going for a ride.
Dad
We got up early on Sunday and caught the last bit of a Thomas the Train episode on the teevee. Left wanting, we decided to go to the train station ourselves.
It was a huge hit.
Not only did we see trains ("happy trains", you're still telling Mommy three days later) coming and going, groaning and letting off steam, but there were buses coming at us from all directions, and light rail cars with their "ding ding, ding ding" which you couldn't get enough of, and every few minutes a 737 would roar overhead, landing gear ready, just to mix it up and keep it exciting.
Next weekend we're going for a ride.
Dad
shiny happy people
Surely this is what R.E.M. had in mind:
Dad
UPDATE:
Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd
People people
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take it into town
Happy happy
Put it in the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around love them, love them
Put it in your hands
Take it take it
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Put it in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Dad
UPDATE:
Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd
People people
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take it into town
Happy happy
Put it in the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around love them, love them
Put it in your hands
Take it take it
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Put it in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
da- da- da-
Dylan,
For a long time you've been saying your own name and pronouncing the "d" with an "n" sound. The other day I was trying to stress the correct pronunciation by saying "da-, da-, da-, Dylan." You turned to me and responded with "da-, da-, da-, Daddy" and a smile.
Dad
For a long time you've been saying your own name and pronouncing the "d" with an "n" sound. The other day I was trying to stress the correct pronunciation by saying "da-, da-, da-, Dylan." You turned to me and responded with "da-, da-, da-, Daddy" and a smile.
Dad
fish tale
Dylan,
At dinner tonight you ate a half pound of fresh, wild, Dover sole along with an ear of corn, and followed up with a bowl of pasta.
The fish was meant to be for multiple meals but you kept calling for more and more as you finished serving after serving.
It's fun to watch you eat, with your 'take no prisoners', 'chewing-optional' style.
Dad
At dinner tonight you ate a half pound of fresh, wild, Dover sole along with an ear of corn, and followed up with a bowl of pasta.
The fish was meant to be for multiple meals but you kept calling for more and more as you finished serving after serving.
It's fun to watch you eat, with your 'take no prisoners', 'chewing-optional' style.
Dad
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Dylan says
chi
n.
The vital force believed in Taoism and other Chinese thought to be inherent in all things. The unimpeded circulation of chi and a balance of its negative and positive forms in the body are held to be essential to good health in traditional Chinese medicine.
tar
n.
1. A dark, oily, viscous material, consisting mainly of hydrocarbons, produced by the destructive distillation of organic substances such as wood, coal, or peat.
2. Coal tar.
3. A solid residue of tobacco smoke containing byproducts of combustion.
chi•tar
n.
A musical instrument having a flat-backed rounded body that narrows in the middle, a long fretted neck, and usually six strings, played by strumming or plucking.
Dad
n.
The vital force believed in Taoism and other Chinese thought to be inherent in all things. The unimpeded circulation of chi and a balance of its negative and positive forms in the body are held to be essential to good health in traditional Chinese medicine.
tar
n.
1. A dark, oily, viscous material, consisting mainly of hydrocarbons, produced by the destructive distillation of organic substances such as wood, coal, or peat.
2. Coal tar.
3. A solid residue of tobacco smoke containing byproducts of combustion.
chi•tar
n.
A musical instrument having a flat-backed rounded body that narrows in the middle, a long fretted neck, and usually six strings, played by strumming or plucking.
Dad
Saturday, August 18, 2007
buenos habitos
Dylan,
You just stuck your head through the dining room door where Mom and I were finishing breakfast. You had a long thin plasticky carpet fiber sticking out of either side of your mouth that you used for what you imagined to be flossing your teeth.
Mom got you a minty-fresh strand of the real deal for you to practice with instead.
Dad
You just stuck your head through the dining room door where Mom and I were finishing breakfast. You had a long thin plasticky carpet fiber sticking out of either side of your mouth that you used for what you imagined to be flossing your teeth.
Mom got you a minty-fresh strand of the real deal for you to practice with instead.
Dad
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
tooth lotion
Dylan,
We've been making a real effort to brush your teeth every night after your bath. I say "real effort" because every day it's a struggle to get you to cooperate.
The toothbrush we have for you is actually a rubbery blue finger sleeve with a patch of bristles on one side. It even has the outline of what is supposed to be a fingernail on the reverse. It fits Mommy's hand okay, but I can barely squeeze it onto my pinky.
Until recently, brushing always left you agitated or fussy if not outright crying. And then I introduced tooth paste.
Due to a skin issue you had many months ago we ended up with a fairly good-sized container of prescription skin cream that got incorporated into your nighttime routine and has become something you look forward to sticking your fingers into. Recently, following what must have been a major nose-wiping day at school, we applied a little healing ointment to your nose for a couple nights. By the third night you were requesting "nose lotion" (your words, honest!) even though you no longer actually needed it.
The lotion theme was such a big hit with you that introduced toothpaste as "tooth lotion" to see if it would help soften your anti-brushing stance a bit.
Boy howdy.
Now you're so eager to brush your teeth that it's a struggle to just get you diapered first. I'll put just a tiny bit of Tom's of Maine fluoride-free Silly Strawberry flavored toothpaste on the bristles and it's the difference between night and day.
And I think the way you say "toodtokin" is super adorable. Every time.
Dad
We've been making a real effort to brush your teeth every night after your bath. I say "real effort" because every day it's a struggle to get you to cooperate.
The toothbrush we have for you is actually a rubbery blue finger sleeve with a patch of bristles on one side. It even has the outline of what is supposed to be a fingernail on the reverse. It fits Mommy's hand okay, but I can barely squeeze it onto my pinky.
Until recently, brushing always left you agitated or fussy if not outright crying. And then I introduced tooth paste.
Due to a skin issue you had many months ago we ended up with a fairly good-sized container of prescription skin cream that got incorporated into your nighttime routine and has become something you look forward to sticking your fingers into. Recently, following what must have been a major nose-wiping day at school, we applied a little healing ointment to your nose for a couple nights. By the third night you were requesting "nose lotion" (your words, honest!) even though you no longer actually needed it.
The lotion theme was such a big hit with you that introduced toothpaste as "tooth lotion" to see if it would help soften your anti-brushing stance a bit.
Boy howdy.
Now you're so eager to brush your teeth that it's a struggle to just get you diapered first. I'll put just a tiny bit of Tom's of Maine fluoride-free Silly Strawberry flavored toothpaste on the bristles and it's the difference between night and day.
And I think the way you say "toodtokin" is super adorable. Every time.
Dad
my dylan
Dylan,
Most of the time, rather than saying "mine, mine, mine" like so many kids your age do when you either want to be given something or else declare your ownership of a thing, you instead say "my din•nan, my din•nan, my din•nan".
Sometimes you pronounce it "ni•nan" or "dilnan" instead.
Dad
Most of the time, rather than saying "mine, mine, mine" like so many kids your age do when you either want to be given something or else declare your ownership of a thing, you instead say "my din•nan, my din•nan, my din•nan".
Sometimes you pronounce it "ni•nan" or "dilnan" instead.
Dad
Monday, August 13, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
pobby
d,
You have your own potty-chair in the bathroom. Most of the time I think you just view it as the tool that earns you a hand-washing -- which is some kind of hobby of yours. You know that if you sit for any length of time, lid open or closed, diaper on or off, you'll get a trip to the sink.
Lately, we've had some mild success getting you to use the potty, for real, before your bath. Then, of course, there's times like yesterday when you just whip out and pee on the bathroom scale. Very deliberately, to your credit.
Regardless, it's cute to hear you pronounce it "pobby" (pob•bee) all the time.
d
You have your own potty-chair in the bathroom. Most of the time I think you just view it as the tool that earns you a hand-washing -- which is some kind of hobby of yours. You know that if you sit for any length of time, lid open or closed, diaper on or off, you'll get a trip to the sink.
Lately, we've had some mild success getting you to use the potty, for real, before your bath. Then, of course, there's times like yesterday when you just whip out and pee on the bathroom scale. Very deliberately, to your credit.
Regardless, it's cute to hear you pronounce it "pobby" (pob•bee) all the time.
d
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
online entertainment
Dylan,
You and I have made a practice of surfing Google Images together when you're on one of your "mo' ehr-panes", "mo' ehr-panes", "mo' pishies", "mo' pishies" kicks, browsing through an endless variety of interesting images, primarily planes, fish, and dogs.
Mom took it up a notch today. I came home from work and the house was oddly quiet. Mom was in the kitchen but you were neither visible nor audible. "He's watching airplanes on YouTube", she said.
I stepped into the office and found you comfortably perched on the chair in front of the computer, just wrapping up a short video about C-5 cargo planes.
At your request, we found some fishies vids as well and in the process I stumbled upon a great archive of clips from The Muppets. We'll get back to those someday when we've got a little time on our hands together.
Dad
You and I have made a practice of surfing Google Images together when you're on one of your "mo' ehr-panes", "mo' ehr-panes", "mo' pishies", "mo' pishies" kicks, browsing through an endless variety of interesting images, primarily planes, fish, and dogs.
Mom took it up a notch today. I came home from work and the house was oddly quiet. Mom was in the kitchen but you were neither visible nor audible. "He's watching airplanes on YouTube", she said.
I stepped into the office and found you comfortably perched on the chair in front of the computer, just wrapping up a short video about C-5 cargo planes.
At your request, we found some fishies vids as well and in the process I stumbled upon a great archive of clips from The Muppets. We'll get back to those someday when we've got a little time on our hands together.
Dad
lashes
Dylan,
People routinely comment on your eyelashes, particularly their length. You were, in fact, barely minutes old when the doctor that delivered you enviously lamented the fact that it's always the boys who get the longest lashes.
It was pointed out today that your eyelashes actually extend all the way to your eyebrows. That quantitative representation really captures it, conveying much more to the hearer/reader than merely "really long" ever can.
Dad
People routinely comment on your eyelashes, particularly their length. You were, in fact, barely minutes old when the doctor that delivered you enviously lamented the fact that it's always the boys who get the longest lashes.
It was pointed out today that your eyelashes actually extend all the way to your eyebrows. That quantitative representation really captures it, conveying much more to the hearer/reader than merely "really long" ever can.
Dad
Thursday, August 02, 2007
ouchie quita
Dylan,
"Mariquita" is Spanish for ladybug. You shortened it to simply "quita", and it's your word for bugs of all kinds (and sometimes for tiny inanimate objects, like the broken tip of a dried leaf).
You were home with Mom the other day and playing in the pool when you picked up something small between the fingers of both hands and said "quita!, quita!, quita!".
Rather than a ladybug, what you had picked up and were now holding onto was a bee.
Mom, of course, is highly allergic to and very uncomfortable around bees. We'd been wondering if you might be allergic too, and we've tried to be especially careful.
So she rushed over and pulled your hands away from each other. Right about that time, thinking he was seeing the final curtains closing on his act, the bee decided to go out with a scream and sank his sharp end into your index finger in a brazen act of self-determination.
You cried, but not too terribly much. Your finger swelled, but again, not too much. And you were a little irritable the rest of the afternoon after soaking your hand in ice water awhile, but I think you took it pretty well.
Dad
"Mariquita" is Spanish for ladybug. You shortened it to simply "quita", and it's your word for bugs of all kinds (and sometimes for tiny inanimate objects, like the broken tip of a dried leaf).
You were home with Mom the other day and playing in the pool when you picked up something small between the fingers of both hands and said "quita!, quita!, quita!".
Rather than a ladybug, what you had picked up and were now holding onto was a bee.
Mom, of course, is highly allergic to and very uncomfortable around bees. We'd been wondering if you might be allergic too, and we've tried to be especially careful.
So she rushed over and pulled your hands away from each other. Right about that time, thinking he was seeing the final curtains closing on his act, the bee decided to go out with a scream and sank his sharp end into your index finger in a brazen act of self-determination.
You cried, but not too terribly much. Your finger swelled, but again, not too much. And you were a little irritable the rest of the afternoon after soaking your hand in ice water awhile, but I think you took it pretty well.
Dad
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