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July 11, 2005
Practically every day on the way to preschool, Zeke asks me if it's his day to share. (You're supposed to sign up for "snack and sharing" once a month, and on your day, you bring enough snacks for 30 preschoolers, and your child gets to share something with the class. It can be anything, except a toy.)
Well, today was finally his day to share. We ran through some options -- his Incredibles book, a picture of his daddy -- and finally decided on a map of where we are going on vacation, and some pictures of the beach. I showed him how the little line went from Ohio, which is where we live, to the beach, which is where we are going. He loves maps. This was a big hit. I hope it goes over well with all his little friends, too.
I think if we just give Zeke a bunch of maps to play with when we go on our trip, he'll manage to entertain himself for the entire 2-day drive. He likes tracing the roads with his finger and announcing, "This is where the train goes," and "This is the way to Grandma Morrie's house."
Posted by Jan at 10:45 AM | Comments (0)
July 10, 2005
Remember when I mentioned that Zeke knows the words to a few TMBG songs? Well, okay, we were driving to the mall tonight, when I hear this high piping voice from the backseat launch into the middle section of "New York City". You know, the part that goes:
Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, co-op city, Katz's and Tiffany's, Central Park, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State where Dylan lived, Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center... I wish I was there.
Zeke sang that part. He has trouble pronouncing a lot of it, so stuff comes out like "Sta-hoo Liver-tee" or "Wockarella Snitter," but it's all recognizable, and he sings all the words, in order.
Sometimes I just wish he'd stop jumping on the couch like I asked him fourteen times already, and then sometimes he just amazes the crap out of me.
Posted by Jan at 9:15 PM | Comments (0)
July 7, 2005
Stazi is feeling empowered lately because she has discovered how to shake her head for "no" and nod for "yes." So, for example, when I say, "Do you want a banana?" she nods her head shyly, but when I say, "Time for a diaper change!" she shakes it furiously back and forth and then runs away, attempts to dive through the hole in the back screen door (put there by her own head, a few weeks ago) and wails piteously when forcibly picked up and removed to the diaper changing station.
It's tough to be a baby, sometimes.
Posted by Jan at 11:34 AM | Comments (0)
July 6, 2005
I'm becoming incredibly crappy at updating this thing. Must do better.
Zeke has now started summer preschool. You can tell because he brought home a whole new set of germs from his new set of friends. He came down with a fever of 102 the day we were supposed to go to the fireworks, and then the rest of us started getting scratchy throats and runny noses about a day later. The good news is that it's a full week and a half before we are supposed to go on vacation, so we should all be feeling tip-top by then.
We did not cancel the fireworks outing, incidentally. There's no way I am going to pump up my three-year-old for an entire week about how we are going downtown to see the big fireworks show, and make plans, and pack the cooler, and even find the kids some cute red, white, and blue outfits, and then cancel at the last minute because of the sniffles, fever or no fever. We gave Zeke Tylenol, he perked up, and we went anyway. It was a hoot. Stazi camped out in the baby backpack for most of the evening, and Zeke had a good time waving around glow sticks and listening to the battery-powered radio we took with us. He also got to share some of my Frappucino, since it was a special night and I was feeling generous.
Stazi fell down the stairs the other day. That was kind of exciting. We put away the baby gate a few weeks ago, because she figured out how to navigate around it, and after the third or fourth time I found her playing happily at the top of the stairs, I decided the gate had become more trouble than it was worth. I then spent the next few weeks holding my breath, waiting for the inevitable fall. When it happened, it was pretty scary for Stazi and for us, but she is mostly unharmed. She did look a little like she went through a couple rounds with a prizefighter, but the bruises are already almost gone. And I've noticed she's taking more care on the steps now, so it was a good learning experience. And good for Mommy's heart, too. Nothing like hearing your 17-month-old hurtling down the stairs headfirst to get the ol' adrenaline pumping.
Posted by Jan at 2:16 PM | Comments (1)