Ben went as a puppy, it was unbelievably cute, he hated every minute of it.
Monday 31 October 2011
Halloween parade
Ben went as a puppy, it was unbelievably cute, he hated every minute of it.
Trip to the mall
Ben is now grown up enough to sit up in a chair and eat grown up food when we go to the mall.
Given the snow this weekend, the mall was the only warm place for him to run around.
Given the snow this weekend, the mall was the only warm place for him to run around.
Sunday 30 October 2011
Daredevil son
He enjoys going up and down the steps by the mouth of this slide, but (until 23rd October, 2011, momentous date for history) hadn't shown much interest in going down it. Suddenly he stopped, turned around and gave me a sweet grin, and launched himself headfirst down the tube. Happily there is some serious tum-drag which slowed him down enough for me to get to the bottom in time to catch him. This photo was taken on the nth repeat of the slide, where n = until I got tired of it and dragged him home so I could have some coffee.
At the park
Weekend mornings, we take it in turns to take Ben and Polly out for a bit of a run around, while the other one gets to sleep late (sometimes up to 8.30am!). Much as I love my duvet mornings, there is something equally wonderful about getting togged up nice and snug and roaming around the parks as the sun comes up, watching Ben interact with the world.
One noise, two signs OR: The Dog and Duck
Ben does the 'flat-palm-on-the-chest' sign for dog (it should be 'flat-palm-on-the-thigh,' which if you consider it makes quite a lot of sense for 'dog') and he does the 'tips-of-fingers-touch-thumb' or 'quack' motion for a ducks and geese. I was vaguely saying "oh that's right dear, there are some birds" when filming him because I thought he'd just seem some songbirds. There was actually a skein of geese flying overhead, and so his sign was more accurate than I gave him credit for.
He signs for 'dog' when he hears Polly sneeze in another room, he signs 'duck' for rubber duck, mallard in stream, goose... it's amazing watching him thinking out loud with his signs. He only makes the one noise for both, though, "DA!" - which could be the noise for 'look at that interesting animal!'' for all I know. It gets said with increasing emphasis until you agree with him, I know that much.
He signs for 'dog' when he hears Polly sneeze in another room, he signs 'duck' for rubber duck, mallard in stream, goose... it's amazing watching him thinking out loud with his signs. He only makes the one noise for both, though, "DA!" - which could be the noise for 'look at that interesting animal!'' for all I know. It gets said with increasing emphasis until you agree with him, I know that much.
Some of our favourite things
Ben isn't talking yet, but he's making some extremely expressive noises. There's a noise for placing a storybook decisively in your lap for IMMEDIATE reading, thank youverymuch, and there's a noise for "I'm so clever did you see what I just did?" and there's also a noise for "well, this is very satisfactory and not a little exciting!" - which is the noise at the end of this little clip. It was taken in the park nearest to our house (playing fields and some swings and slides) two weekends ago. You can tell it's not today cos it's not under 3 inches of snow.
Saturday 22 October 2011
No Girls Allowed: a story
The number and quality of photos about Ben has rapidly declined since he started walking, because he is in constant, constant motion. It is easier to get film clips and I know Tom has a few on his phone which we will upload to here today. Ben has a habit of picking up interesting things , wandering somewhere, and then putting them down to pick up something else. This means I have no idea where our regular camera is, which is annoying but small beer compared to some of the other things we have lost...
Ben has been waking at 5am this week, which is not exactly delightful, but I shimmy up the little attic steps to his little attic bedroom and lift him onto a twin bed we have set up for storytime and night-time nursing/early morning feeds. We snuggle together under the duvet, he feeds and dozes, and I tend to drift off as well (depending on how kicky/scratchy his is at any given point, of course). Today we cuddled and dozed until 6am when he climbed down off the bed and set off (at a run, of course) for the door. We are done here, Mum, the world is full of fun things for me to run at, trip over, and purloin. Let's go!
This morning, however, was my turn for a lie-in and Tom 's turn to get Ben dressed, breakfasted, and read "spot the dog'' and "maisy" flap books, as well as "Don't put your finger in the Jelly, Nelly!" which must be read at least seventeen times each morning, or the sun won't rise, apparently.
So, No Girls Allowed - We were racketing around this flat as Tom and Ben got geared up for a chilly, muddy dogwalk (with a stop at the swings!) and I put the kettle on and thought about slinging some sausages in the oven. Tom was putting his shoes on in the bedroom and Ben followed him in, I followed too as we were talking about something, only to have the door closed -and latched shut- in my face. There was a brief pause then I heard "HAH! No girls allowed! This is the BOYS clubhouse now! HAH! ....."
Then silence as Ben picked up something with a triumphant "Da! Da!"
"Oh.... fabulous, darling. Lovely. Very nice."
The door to this all-male bastion of coolness and exclusivity was opened, to reveal Ben proudly wearing one of my bead necklaces, and doing a little shimmy of delight.
Polly and I looked at each other. Boys, eh?
Ben has been waking at 5am this week, which is not exactly delightful, but I shimmy up the little attic steps to his little attic bedroom and lift him onto a twin bed we have set up for storytime and night-time nursing/early morning feeds. We snuggle together under the duvet, he feeds and dozes, and I tend to drift off as well (depending on how kicky/scratchy his is at any given point, of course). Today we cuddled and dozed until 6am when he climbed down off the bed and set off (at a run, of course) for the door. We are done here, Mum, the world is full of fun things for me to run at, trip over, and purloin. Let's go!
This morning, however, was my turn for a lie-in and Tom 's turn to get Ben dressed, breakfasted, and read "spot the dog'' and "maisy" flap books, as well as "Don't put your finger in the Jelly, Nelly!" which must be read at least seventeen times each morning, or the sun won't rise, apparently.
So, No Girls Allowed - We were racketing around this flat as Tom and Ben got geared up for a chilly, muddy dogwalk (with a stop at the swings!) and I put the kettle on and thought about slinging some sausages in the oven. Tom was putting his shoes on in the bedroom and Ben followed him in, I followed too as we were talking about something, only to have the door closed -and latched shut- in my face. There was a brief pause then I heard "HAH! No girls allowed! This is the BOYS clubhouse now! HAH! ....."
Then silence as Ben picked up something with a triumphant "Da! Da!"
"Oh.... fabulous, darling. Lovely. Very nice."
The door to this all-male bastion of coolness and exclusivity was opened, to reveal Ben proudly wearing one of my bead necklaces, and doing a little shimmy of delight.
Polly and I looked at each other. Boys, eh?
Sunday 16 October 2011
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