Enough physics. Let's talk about my kids.
Noah's latest words:
La-la-la : Moo Baa La La La, or, by extension, any of the works of Sandra Boynton
It's always a bit of a riddle describing this age, because those of you not observing Noah closely won't see what the big deal is if I tell you about what he can suddenly do.
Like, the other day Noah was wailing pitiably in the car, and I was driving and Esther was not there, and Aviva, who normally could be counted on to engage him (if he's crying, and she sings him the A-B-Cs , he quiets right down) was wailing herself (we were having a pretty rough, nap-less day), I said "Noah, have a drink of your bottle, that'll help."
And he did. Fished around for the bottle, found it, drank, calmed down.
And three weeks from now I'll be looking at this like, so? Of course he had a drink. What's the big deal?
But, you know, the first time something like that clicks, it's pretty amazing. That's half the high of parenting right there: the constant thrill of the rapid expansion of the capabilities of someone you love. The privilege of coming along for the ride as they conquer vast swathes of new territory in a merciless blitzkrieg....
(And they were in a much better mood by the time we got home, thanks for asking...)
Noah is all about the walking, a.k.a. the La La. Pretty much any time of the day or night he'd like, if he had his druthers, to be heading to the park to walk around.
He loves his shoes. "You mean there are instruments to make one's feet invulnerable and stable??! Brilliant!!!!"
Old pictures I've finally dug off the digital camera:
Me: "We've got to get her head around, or this triangle will never close. Left by how much?"
She loves it. It's just as she always suspected: numbers are power. Numbers, in life, are what makes the turtle move.
While I was away at Wiscon helping to midwife the Infernoqrusher movement and talking about sex, the kids were hanging out with their second cousins Will and Carissa at my sister's baby shower: 1 2 3 4 5
Metafiction in Oberwil:
Aviva: Daddy, can I go to Arthur's house in Ellwood City and watch Aviva videos?
See, I've read enough children's books and YA fiction (viva Susan Cooper!) to know that I should always operate on the presumption that anything Aviva tells me about traveling to other realities might in fact be the case.
Just to be on the safe side.Posted by benrosen at May 18, 2005 12:26 PM | Up to blog