A still shot:
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Bath time!
Nothing remarkable about these uploads, except for the fact that I HAVE MY NEW CAMERA! Eva, thanks for the recommendation. Bath time tonight...I made a funny face so Miles would look at me, and then I was just adjusting the camera:
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Speaking of yo-yos
This afternoon, when Miles and I were getting out of the car, he accidentally dropped a yo-yo (hyphen or no?) that he had in the car. The yo-yo landed on its side and began to roll down the sidewalk. We live on a hill, and for those of you who know where we live, perhaps you can picture this: the yo-yo is rolling toward 13th Street, wobbling a bit but staying on the sidewalk; I thought it was going to roll into the ditch so I didn't do anything. Miles starts running after it, screaming, "MAMA, GET MY YO-YO! MAMA, GET MY YO-YO! IT'S ROLLING AWAAAAYYY!" I was laughing so hard because it was kind of funny at the time, and then I realize oh shit, it's rolling into the street with Miles chasing it. He's crying and running, and I drop my bags and sprint after Miles and the yo-yo, telling Miles to "stop" so he doesn't go into the street. Luckily, I caught up to the yo-yo (and Miles) right at the stop sign, kicking it onto its side, and swooping up Miles at the same time. Whew! The event probably took about 15 seconds, but funny how you remember stuff like this.
The aftermath: Miles -- still crying hysterically at this point -- is clutching the yo-yo and proclaiming that a car would have "run over and smooshed the yo-yo and then it would be broken and then I couldn't use it anymore and that would make me sad, etc." He later tried to relate this story to Grandma Kathy and Ethan. I tried to use it as a learning event ("don't run into the street") but I don't think it was effective. That kid can run, and boy, did my fast-twitch muscles kick in!
All is well. Yo-yo is safe at home on a shelf and kiddo is sleeping.
The aftermath: Miles -- still crying hysterically at this point -- is clutching the yo-yo and proclaiming that a car would have "run over and smooshed the yo-yo and then it would be broken and then I couldn't use it anymore and that would make me sad, etc." He later tried to relate this story to Grandma Kathy and Ethan. I tried to use it as a learning event ("don't run into the street") but I don't think it was effective. That kid can run, and boy, did my fast-twitch muscles kick in!
All is well. Yo-yo is safe at home on a shelf and kiddo is sleeping.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
February
I'm sorry...I've been remiss in updating this blog.
1. No camera. But it's now a priority, as Ethan's camera is also broken (only takes videos).
2. Life is busy...but in a strangely discombobulating way. I'm on sabbatical this quarter and next, and supposed to be writing the chapter of a book in collaboration with the great folks at Sightline Institute in Seattle (http://www.sightline.org). But it's hard to focus, as you might imagine with Ethan and everything else. So, I've committed myself to working 2-4 hours a day during the week -- reading, researching, and eventually...writing. No Facebook, no e-mail. It's rough.
2a. I joined a gym, and am working out several times a week (spin class, yoga, Power Pump (ugh, weights), and Zumba (I am *NOT* coordinated!) Sabbatical is about recharging, right?
3. Miles continues to amaze me and make me laugh at least a dozen times a day. Ethan and I went to Hawaii for a week (see our adventures at http://ethanremmel.blogspot.com), while my parents watched him. I spoke on the phone with him only a few times because he kept saying, "I want you to come home now!" But on the last day, Miles did sing me a song, to the tune of "You are my sunshine." It went like this:
"You are my yo-yo, my only yo-yo, you make me ha-peeeee when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my yo-yo awaaayyyy. Mama, did you like my song?"
Though he doesn't like to talk on the phone, and doesn't "get" that I can't see what he sees, he did relate some events to me, with accuracy: he gave his lion a haircut (he cut the whiskers off a stuffed lion with real scissors), he went to the beach and threw rocks in the water, etc. I missed him, and was super happy to see him. He was kind of clingy and super sensitive tonight at bedtime.
He's bossy (hm, like who else?), opinionated, and assertive, and is always telling me what to do. ("No Mama, put your head on THIS pillow!") But he's soooo incredibly sweet and adorable too. The "worst" of the Terrible Threes seem to have passed. I wish I could remember all the funny and sweet things he says. His major entertainment is still vehicles, and lots of pretend play.
I hope to have a camera soon (it's down to either a Canon S95 or Canon SD4000IS).
~Grace
1. No camera. But it's now a priority, as Ethan's camera is also broken (only takes videos).
2. Life is busy...but in a strangely discombobulating way. I'm on sabbatical this quarter and next, and supposed to be writing the chapter of a book in collaboration with the great folks at Sightline Institute in Seattle (http://www.sightline.org). But it's hard to focus, as you might imagine with Ethan and everything else. So, I've committed myself to working 2-4 hours a day during the week -- reading, researching, and eventually...writing. No Facebook, no e-mail. It's rough.
2a. I joined a gym, and am working out several times a week (spin class, yoga, Power Pump (ugh, weights), and Zumba (I am *NOT* coordinated!) Sabbatical is about recharging, right?
3. Miles continues to amaze me and make me laugh at least a dozen times a day. Ethan and I went to Hawaii for a week (see our adventures at http://ethanremmel.blogspot.com), while my parents watched him. I spoke on the phone with him only a few times because he kept saying, "I want you to come home now!" But on the last day, Miles did sing me a song, to the tune of "You are my sunshine." It went like this:
"You are my yo-yo, my only yo-yo, you make me ha-peeeee when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my yo-yo awaaayyyy. Mama, did you like my song?"
Though he doesn't like to talk on the phone, and doesn't "get" that I can't see what he sees, he did relate some events to me, with accuracy: he gave his lion a haircut (he cut the whiskers off a stuffed lion with real scissors), he went to the beach and threw rocks in the water, etc. I missed him, and was super happy to see him. He was kind of clingy and super sensitive tonight at bedtime.
He's bossy (hm, like who else?), opinionated, and assertive, and is always telling me what to do. ("No Mama, put your head on THIS pillow!") But he's soooo incredibly sweet and adorable too. The "worst" of the Terrible Threes seem to have passed. I wish I could remember all the funny and sweet things he says. His major entertainment is still vehicles, and lots of pretend play.
I hope to have a camera soon (it's down to either a Canon S95 or Canon SD4000IS).
~Grace
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