While waiting for the elevator today, the kids and I heard a series of “*click* bad! *click* bad!”
I’m not totally sure what was going on, but given that the occupants in that unit recently got a puppy, I’d guess that they were doing some sort of clicker training.
At some point in the last couple of weeks, I’m sure our neighbors have heard lots of cheering and clapping and the laughter of children and adults alike. What started as Little Dude raising his arms in response to us saying “YAY!” has morphed into all of us clapping while he smiles and we take up the usual exclamation.
Other tricks that he has recently learned include:
- drinking out of a straw
- drinking out of a regular sippy cup
- pointing and grunting at things he wants
- saying “guh” within the context of where “go” would apply (also “kuh” with our cats and cars)
- walking unassisted
- smacking your hand away if you try to feed him something he doesn’t want
- shaking his head to communicate “no”
He loves dancing and wrestling with his big sister, trying to “pet” the cats, and playing with our magnetic blocks.
He’s not a fan of sleeping for longer than 90 minutes at a stretch, not being held, or having the books he likes to eat taken away.
A year ago today, I saw a friend’s video featuring one second of her life, every day, for the month of December 2015. It was beautiful, and I was inspired to tackle a similar project of my own. Thanks, SD!
I’ve just finished piecing all of these seconds of my life, of my 2016, together.
The weight, and the beauty, of this video is staggering. I’m watching it again right now, and it’s amazing how these tiny clips jog memories and such a range of emotions. I’ve had birth and death and everything in between this year. The events and activities I picked to film were largely happy things, so this representation of life skews a bit more to the positive side, but I suppose some parallels could be drawn there. From seeing how much my daughter has grown to the intimacy that comes with sharing so much that most people don’t see or gloss over, this project has given me more than I had expected.
If you’ve got eight minutes to spare, check it out. It’ll be posted or linked once I can iron out some technical issues.
To everyone who joined me in this project, I thank you, and I love you. Let’s do this again real soon, yeah?
Here’s what I read this year:
- The Book of Aron (Jim Shepard)
- Expecting Better: Why the Conventional Pregnancy Wisdom is Wrong – and What You Really Need to Know (Emily Oster)
- The Japanese Lover (Isabel Allende)
- The Bazar of Bad Dreams (Stephen King)
- Salt to the Sea (Ruta Sepetys)
- The Nightingale (Kristin Hannah)
- The Opposite of Spoiled: Raising Kids Who Are Grounded, Generous, and Smart About Money (Ron Lieber)
- The Running Man (Stephen King)
- Fates and Furies (Lauren Groff)
- Lights Out: A Cyberattack, a Nation Unprepared, Surviving the Aftermath (Ted Koppel)
- The Whole-brain Child: 12 Revolutionary Strategies to Nurture your Child’s Developing Mind (Daniel Siegel)
- The Wicked + the Divine: Vol. 1, the Faust Act (Kieron Gillen)
- Code Name Verity (Elizabeth Wein)
And this year, there’s an honorable mention – Fantastic Mr. Fox (Roald Dahl) became the first chapter book that I read to Pony Monkey.
What will 2017 hold for us? We’ll have to wait and see. There is talk, however, of attempting the Harry Potter series. It’d be a first for both of us..
Every year, The Husband chooses one moment to have recreated in a drawing and gives it to me as a gift. It’s fun to guess at what he’ll choose for that year. The birth of our son this year was an obvious choice.. too obvious, so he went for something else:
Here we see Queen Elsa, played by three-year-old Pony Monkey, using a seven or eight-month-old Little Dude as a step stool to aid in her attempt to escape from her kennel.
Learning to use one’s environment to help in tricky situations is some sort of developmental milestone, right? And siblings working together is something all parents hope to someday see, no? We’re so proud.
Seriously though, this is our life. This is what little kids do. This is what gives us our teachable moments. And this is what The Husband chose for 2016. I couldn’t be happier.
(thank you, my friend.)
I don’t remember quarter years being a thing when I was younger. I have clear memories of being in grade school and taking pride in my half year, but never even thinking about a quarter year. It doesn’t matter though because I’m making it a thing now. To remember.
While bathing Pony Monkey this evening, I asked her if she’d be up for an interview and explained the (not terribly significant) significance of her being 3.25 years old today as well as taking time to reflect on things at the end of the calendar year.
This is what I got before she decided that the questions were interfering with her ability to fill her dismembered mermaid doll carcass with bubbles:
Me: What was the best part of 2016?
PM: Going trick or treating
Me: What was the worst part of 2016?
PM: That broke down city got broke down. (She’s talking about Aleppo)
Me: What is the best part of being a big sister?
PM: That I will always be a big sister for two thousand years.
Me: What is the worst part of being a big sister?
PM: That I don’t get to get Duder in the bathtub.
Me: What is the best part of the winter holidays?
PM: That we could just go get cookies from people who are giving us cookies. One or three or four cookies.
Me: What is the worst part of the winter holidays?
PM: Not trick or treating. I really like trick or treating.
Me: What is the best part of being 3.25 years old?
PM: We could read Fantastic Mr. Fox over and over again.
Me: What is the worst part of being 3.25 years old?
PM: I’m done. Just done.
And so am I..
I tried to interview the Little Dude
He declined comment.
The time has been flying by a lot quicker with this one. In a few minutes, it’ll be 11:31PM, and Little Dude will be exactly 8 months old.
In his time so far, he’s grown a lot, developed some preferences, and acquired some skills.
He’s 29″ tall.
He weighs 20 lbs.
He has four teeth.
He does a fantastic pterodactyl impersonation.
He laughs at Pony Monkey’s antics and follows her around like a little puppy.
He can crawl, scoot, and pull himself into a standing position. And as of last weekend, he can sit up now too. He’s also starting to cruise around on furniture.
He can fill a shot glass with drool in 2.3 seconds.
He loves scrambled eggs, oranges, and hummus.
He doesn’t like the cold wind or being more than a few feet away from me.
And he’s pretty much the sweetest Little Dude that I’ve ever met.
Yesterday morning, Pony Monkey and I were sitting on the daybed chatting about the night her brother was born. While she definitely remembered him being born, her ability to recall certain details has diminished to the point where I was sincerely shocked. Just a few months ago, she was able to rattle off so many little details about his birth. Some were still there, but others she had no idea on, even after I asked her pretty pointedly if she remembered this or that.
Maybe the events of that night weren’t as impactful, and therefore as memorable, to her as they were to me. Maybe her brain is just so busy developing that this memory slipped away. Either way, thinking about this led me to staying up past my bedtime to reread articles on brain development and memory.
An August 2016 article from Newsweek entitled “Childhood Amnesia: Understanding the Symptoms and the Causes” in particular caught my attention. Looking at differences in memory between children and adults is interesting enough on its own, but considering that I have two young children and can help to shape the way they remember things? Fascinating!
Some days, especially lately, I spend every waking moment with my kids.
Other days, I stay up later than I should just so I can enjoy being alone with my thoughts, peppered by the periodic wake-ups of a Little Dude who isn’t so keen on sleeping alone.
Either way, it’s safe to assume that I get at least 12-14 hours a day in the company of my imps. And in that time, much conversation is had.
I love learning new things, especially on subjects that are dear to me. I’m happier still when, in the course of learning, I’m awarded some sort of parenting gold star. I can’t remember how or when Pony Monkey started asking for me to tell her stories, but it is definitely part of our regular routine now. And per this article, the act of reminiscing together aids in memory retention in children (and, I’d imagine, adults as well).
I’ll be sure to put that one on my star chart.