Archive for April, 2008

The letter W

April 10, 2008

Do you have a favorite letter of the alphabet? I’m personally fond of S, because it begins my name. I also like J, which makes me think of my hubbie. But these relate to personal history, which a toddler doesn’t really have. So how does a two-year-old pick a favorite letter?

Whatever the process, Charlie has picked W.

It’s in his middle name, but I don’t think he knows that. Maybe it’s that he can recognize it, although that came after he insisted on inserting W into the alphabet song between every other letter.

A and B have their uses, I suppose, but W has stolen the show.

Yesterday, as we walked home, we passed a wine store.

“W! W, Mama!” Charlie said.

Sure enough, there was a big W in the sign for wine. Then later that evening I gave him a New York magazine to peruse. He likes the pictures—or so I thought.

“W! W, Mama!”

Yes, he was pointing to the title of the magazine, in the masthead. It was tiny type! But he found the W.

Maybe Charlie asked for the magazine because he wanted to read it!

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A big boy!

April 10, 2008

We had our two-year-old well visit with the pediatrician last week. Charlie is still a big boy! If it’s true what they say about kids reaching half their adult height around the age of two, then he’ll be about six feet tall.

He measured up at 36 and a half inches tall and 34 pounds and 9 ounces. In the 90th and 95th percentile respectively. And, everything was pronounced healthy. He even got a sticker.

Charlie’s birthday celebrations

April 5, 2008

I can’t believe that I actually downloaded all of these photos and videos so quickly. (It’s cause I knew Pawpaw had asked for them particularly, I think. I mean, I still haven’t done the pictures from last summer’s vacation!)

Fedkids

Charlie started off his birthday celebrations with a party at Fedkids. To my horror, I realized I had forgotten my digital camera, so I grabbed a disposable one on the way to the festivities. Charlie had a blast snapping away and making everyone say cheese. (Any blurry pictures are, of course, his.)

Two of his teachers gave him some books that he loved. (He even refused to leave one of them behind when they went to the gym, and when I came back to pick him up a few hours later he knew what guinea pigs were when I pointed to their picture in the book!) Two of his other teachers baked him a delicious cake and came by to visit with him as he blew out his candles.

It was a fun time, and Charlie really took a shine to everyone telling him “Happy Birthday” and giving him presents. (He has the “open please” and tearing paper thing down.)

The next day, Saturday, was Charlie’s party at our house. Many of his friends from daycare were there, but the highlight of the day was an appearance by his beloved music teacher Gina Samardge. He was delighted, and a bit confused, to have so many people he sees outside the house in the house.

I knew Charlie would love to have Gina sing just for him. (He talks about her every time he sees a guitar or a snake—you’ll see why in the pictures.) And so I looked into her schedule and fees when I first started planning the party, in February. That’s when I also looked into reserving spaces or hiring out a party package from a local kids’ store that included Gina’s talents. When I heard the cost, my Southern raised-to-be-a-homemaker brain kicked in. “I can do that at half the price!” I thought.

And I nearly did.

And nearly keeled over trying.

This was a decidedly small affair. Eight kids total. But now I know why people hire event planners or pay mega-bucks to have their shindig for two-year-olds catered and held at a location far away from the place where they plan to sleep.

After a month of doing the scheduling, the invitations, the planning of decorations, the buying of goody bags, and the enlisting of borrowed toddler tables and chairs, I woke up at 6 am to bake the cake, clean the house, rearrange the furniture and tape up balloons. Jesse and Charlie spent the day blowing up balloons, buying beverages and veggies, and trying to blow off steam somewhere besides our living room.

Here’s what it looked like when we were done.

The party was messy, loud and delicious.

The plan was for a full hour and a half of toddler entertainment. A half hour for arrivals and art, a half hour for pizza and cake and a half hour of Gina’s music. The toys in Charlie’s room were ready as back-up. With only a few snafus, and surprisingly few crayon marks on the furniture, it went well.

balloons

Of course, when we were done, we were all really done.

And after Charlie passed out in his bed, it only took Jesse and I an hour or so to get all the chocolate cake, apple juice and pizza off the floor.

Here’s to happy birthdays!

Peek-a-boo, swan-style

April 4, 2008

The jacket

April 4, 2008

Today, I picked out a light jacket for Charlie. He’d been playing with it on the couch. When it was time to go, I said, “Let’s get your jacket.”

Charlie ran away from the couch and the jacket and toward the closet.

“We’re gonna wear your the other jacket, the one on the couch.”

He cried a bit, pulled on the sleeve of his daddy’s jacket (which was hung right next to Charlie’s, in the closet) and said, “Jacket.”

“You want to wear this jacket?” I pointed to his heavier coat, the one he’s worn nearly every day this winter but which seemed a little heavy for such a sunny day.

“Yeah-ss!”

I laughed. “Well, if you feel that strongly about it, you can wear that one!”

I’d heard that toddlers could be particular about what they want to wear. This was Charlie’s first time.

Easter 2008

April 4, 2008

We went to Georgia for a visit. We wanted to see our new nephew, Sam, and everyone else in the Boyd and Yearwood clans. Hunting eggs, eating tons of candy and playing at Monkey Joe’s…we had a great time! We still miss you, everyone.

Sam

A B C … W?

April 4, 2008

Hold you

April 4, 2008

A month or so ago, Charlie used to climb the stairs to our apartment all by himself. (With me hovering behind making sure he didn’t fall backwards.) But recently he’s been asking to be carried. I can’t say that I blame him. It’s a steep two flights.

Usually he sits on the first step with his arms up.

And I say, in my fake exasperated voice, “You want me to hold you?”

“Yeah-ss!” he says.

And off we go.

But a few days ago, when he held his arms up, he said, “Hode you.”

It took me a minute, but I finally got it. Then I carried him up the stairs.

Big boy bed

April 4, 2008

We’ve gone from looking at the bed, to reading in the bed, to napping in the bed, to sleeping most of the night in the bed. My big boy…

big boy bed

Dog poop

April 4, 2008

When Charlie and I walk around the neighborhood, or anywhere for that matter, he names everything he knows and then grunts a request for me to fill in the missing vocabulary words.

So, the other day, as we were walking to music class, we saw beep-beeps (cars), cats, dogs, Gina (balconies—I have no idea how this connection was made), USA (flags), and various other things. One of the other things we saw was a big pile of dog poop.

We could see it several feet in front of us as we walked closer. Charlie began to point and make funny noises, which means “tell me what that is.”

“That’s dog poop,” I said.

“Dawg ooh. Dawg ooh.” He pointed to some trash on the sidewalk. “Dawg ooh.” He pointed to a crushed cup beneath a tree. “Dawg ooh.”

Oh Lord.

He still remembers his new word a week later. Today, he pointed to actual dog poop before saying, “Dawg ooh, Mama. Dawg ooh.”