Dylan,
You've started eating sandwiches. This is something I hadn't thought before to view as a milestone.
Dad
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
inside the lines
Dylan,
Seemingly upon instinct alone, you've begun coloring inside the lines.
Someone might draw a shape or a matrix of cells on your paper and you'll choose a bordered area to carefully fill with the color of your choice.
Dad
Seemingly upon instinct alone, you've begun coloring inside the lines.
Someone might draw a shape or a matrix of cells on your paper and you'll choose a bordered area to carefully fill with the color of your choice.
Dad
Sunday, October 28, 2007
cuddles
Dylan,
Right now you're snuggling with Mommy.
You think you're being sneaky and delaying your bath. I had just told you the bath was ready and it was time for you to take off your clothes. You responded with "Where Mommy go?". I said she was laying on the bed, just two feet away.
"Cuddles?"
This was a new take on essentially the same maneuver you pull with me sometimes while I'm getting you dressed for bed and you say "Hug?" in a sheepish little voice with matching eyes.
I'm sure in your little head you know that Mommy likes her cuddles and Daddy likes his hugs, and you think you're pulling one over on us -- manipulating a weakness to buy time -- but I'll tell it to ya straight: Dylan, you can use that tactic all you like. If you want to hug me for 10 minutes between putting on your onesie and your sleeper, fine. If you want to cuddle for an hour before bedtime, Mommy's fingers stroking your angel hair, that's fine too. We'll take it while we can get it.
A voluntary hug from you, even as a delay tactic, is invariably a life-defining moment. Your hug could plant a kernel of love even in the heart of darkness. Like a journalist fresh out of school it nails the Who, the What, the When, the Where, and especially the Why. Of pretty much everything.
Good night,
Daddy
Right now you're snuggling with Mommy.
You think you're being sneaky and delaying your bath. I had just told you the bath was ready and it was time for you to take off your clothes. You responded with "Where Mommy go?". I said she was laying on the bed, just two feet away.
"Cuddles?"
This was a new take on essentially the same maneuver you pull with me sometimes while I'm getting you dressed for bed and you say "Hug?" in a sheepish little voice with matching eyes.
I'm sure in your little head you know that Mommy likes her cuddles and Daddy likes his hugs, and you think you're pulling one over on us -- manipulating a weakness to buy time -- but I'll tell it to ya straight: Dylan, you can use that tactic all you like. If you want to hug me for 10 minutes between putting on your onesie and your sleeper, fine. If you want to cuddle for an hour before bedtime, Mommy's fingers stroking your angel hair, that's fine too. We'll take it while we can get it.
A voluntary hug from you, even as a delay tactic, is invariably a life-defining moment. Your hug could plant a kernel of love even in the heart of darkness. Like a journalist fresh out of school it nails the Who, the What, the When, the Where, and especially the Why. Of pretty much everything.
Good night,
Daddy
Monday, October 22, 2007
farming
Dylan,
You recently wrapped up a "Toddlers on The Farm" program at "Uncle Marc's Farm". You spent a couple hours one day a week touring different aspects of their operation and interacting with the cow, sheep, goats, chickens and roosters, and pigs. It was a very special experience and you loved it.
Your farm visits are one of the many outings, classes, programs, activities, experiences and play dates Mommy has lined up and cobbled together as an expansive and colorful backdrop for your earliest years. Be sure to thank her someday that you turned out so well.
Dad
You recently wrapped up a "Toddlers on The Farm" program at "Uncle Marc's Farm". You spent a couple hours one day a week touring different aspects of their operation and interacting with the cow, sheep, goats, chickens and roosters, and pigs. It was a very special experience and you loved it.
Your farm visits are one of the many outings, classes, programs, activities, experiences and play dates Mommy has lined up and cobbled together as an expansive and colorful backdrop for your earliest years. Be sure to thank her someday that you turned out so well.
Dad
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
endo
Dylan,
Moments ago you went over the handlebars of your bike for the first time. Well, sort of over them. More like onto them, really.
See, you've (finally) grown just barely enough to propel yourself slowly forward on your little hand-me-down bicycle from Emma and Ian by rubbing the toes of your shoes against the ground one at a time, left right left right.
We had tootled down the sidewalk as far as nearly two whole front yards where we stopped to admire the neighbors aging piles of small landscaping rocks and were on our way home again. You got off balance, then a little tangled, then the bike went down and brought you with it.
You landed over one side of the now slightly twisted handlebars. I picked you up. You were crying and I asked where it hurt. You pointed to the bike. I righted your mount, identified it's owie, and straightened things out with the tiny front tire between my feet, a grip in one hand and you in the other.
Then I carried you both home.
Dad
Moments ago you went over the handlebars of your bike for the first time. Well, sort of over them. More like onto them, really.
See, you've (finally) grown just barely enough to propel yourself slowly forward on your little hand-me-down bicycle from Emma and Ian by rubbing the toes of your shoes against the ground one at a time, left right left right.
We had tootled down the sidewalk as far as nearly two whole front yards where we stopped to admire the neighbors aging piles of small landscaping rocks and were on our way home again. You got off balance, then a little tangled, then the bike went down and brought you with it.
You landed over one side of the now slightly twisted handlebars. I picked you up. You were crying and I asked where it hurt. You pointed to the bike. I righted your mount, identified it's owie, and straightened things out with the tiny front tire between my feet, a grip in one hand and you in the other.
Then I carried you both home.
Dad
Thursday, October 11, 2007
igotchoo
Dylan,
You love to run around the house and get tickled.
"Running?" you'll walk up to me and say when you want to be chased around the house, me catching and tickling you every so often.
Through your wild, cackling and winded laughter I'll regularly hear you saying "igotchoo, igotchoo".
Dad
You love to run around the house and get tickled.
"Running?" you'll walk up to me and say when you want to be chased around the house, me catching and tickling you every so often.
Through your wild, cackling and winded laughter I'll regularly hear you saying "igotchoo, igotchoo".
Dad
backwards
Dylan,
Last night you wanted me to give you a timeout, and you threw a fit when I refused. That's not how it's supposed to work.
Dad
Last night you wanted me to give you a timeout, and you threw a fit when I refused. That's not how it's supposed to work.
Dad
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
proportions
Dylan,
You've got a long torso and arms. Your legs are a step behind. The other day you were wearing a '3T' shirt with '18 mo.' pants and everything fit just right.
There can be a real benefit to a low center of gravity in certain competitive sports, like soccer. A long reach can make all the difference to a boxer. And the combination of the two can set a wrestler apart.
Just sayin'.
Dad
You've got a long torso and arms. Your legs are a step behind. The other day you were wearing a '3T' shirt with '18 mo.' pants and everything fit just right.
There can be a real benefit to a low center of gravity in certain competitive sports, like soccer. A long reach can make all the difference to a boxer. And the combination of the two can set a wrestler apart.
Just sayin'.
Dad
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