Saturday, March 22, 2008

Speechless

I have learned
that my baby speaks
without words
verbs in his eyes
spur action
milk leaks
heart melts
as he nurses down
for the night
adjectives adorn his fingers
soft
sweet
small
on my arm as he holds me
tightly as I hold him
nouns articulate in his inarticulation
"eh" becomes mommy
I become mommy
this role I never thought I'd play
so much more than child's play
I hold him in my arms
feel his heartbeat
life in my hands
so I hold him close
listen to the sibilant silence of his sleep
the quiet power
as he tells me he loves me
without making a sound.

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(reprinted with permission, written by Jamie on the BabyCenter.)

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Update

That lovely little boy of mine is getting cuter and cuter.

At 1 year, Philip likes sleeping on my arm at night. Not really on it, he sort of spoons with me, and he wants me to hug him so that my arm is parallel to his body... Then he strokes my arm and goes to sleep. It's very snuggly.

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He's the amazing singing, dancing baby. He doesn't really speak yet (ok, a couple of words) but he dances to music and sings. Observe... He sings along the chorus of different songs. "John Jakob Jingleheimer Smith" and "Dayo". I love it that my babies love music.

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If you tell him he's a clever boy, he claps himself. If you ask him "what does the cat say?" he goes "Oooooooh..... Oooooooh...." and makes stroking motions in the air (that's from when we were trying to teach him to be gentle.)

He also gives lovely hugs if you ask him. He can stand on his own, and walk if you hold his hands. He has four teeth and working on number five. I swear he said "get down" today when he was finished on his highchair. (He is generally verh good at repeating things and picking up your tone of voice.) He can climb on the sofa and get down on his own.

If Philip gets annoyed, he crawls to you, stares you in the face, frowns and says "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGHHHHHHHHHH!" It's very funny. He's a master at annoying Matilda who then says "I don't LIKE my yummy scrummy baby brother!" (Or, less adorably, "Shutupshutupshutup" *THWACK*)

But they love each other really:
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Speaking of Matilda, today she got a full carton of eggs from the fridge and broke them all on the floor. When asked why she did that, her response was "Because it was too tidy." Oh well, I won't make THAT mistake again!
(the 20th of March can hereforth be annually celebrated as the day I mopped twice in 24 hours.) And by the way, if you ever want to get raw egg off the floor, sprinkle flour over it. It becomes a disgusting batter-like substance that is however much easier to scoop up.

Who me? But this is my innocent smile!

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It has come to my attention that someone I know from Corfu is reading this blog incognito. I'm very flattered! (And much more worried about my spelling than I used to be!) If you feel like it, leave a comment, I like being reminded that I'm not (always) talking to myself.

Wannabe:
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See, we can have fun with our wraps too!

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Toddler Manifesto

If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and
Thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator,
Monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be
Ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a carseat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, it must be hugged.
I am toddler!

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

One Year

Today it's Philip's birthday. It's hard to imagine that exactly a year ago today, I was lying on a hospital birth, looking at this strange little baby sleeping next to me, amazed at how different he looked. At about now, a year ago, Peter and Matilda were coming to see me... Matilda's first words were "baby!" Slightly less cheerfully, I also need to remember that less that 24 hours earlier that year ago I had to leave my husband and my beautiful (and still only) baby sleeping on a hospital bed, after having suffered not one but two seizures, and waddle my way to the delivery ward, abandoning my dream of a home birth with Matilda present to welcome her little brother.

I'm still not happy about all of that, but I am happy with the little baby that now is a little boy scoffing down his first ever serving of cake on his highchair. What beautiful babies we make -it's official.

This is what I was looking at -sleeping next to me a year ago.

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And a week old

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He looks so grown up!

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Hey, everybody is singing for me!

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Matilda wants to be part of it all

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Mmmmm, how come you've never given me this before mummy?


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