Today in the car, something he said prompted me to ask Noah to raise his right hand. Which he did perfectly. And left. And feet, right and left, at my instruction. Tonight, he winked his left and right eyes at command.
My God, how did he learn this? He's a genius!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Clever kid....
With the extended fall we're having in the mid-Atlantic region (and all over), we've had plenty of time to drive with the windows and the sunroof open. Noah really likes having his window open -- he's a little like an enthusiastic dog when we're on the road, sitting with his face as close to the window as he can, with the air streaming into his face.
It's been a bit of a struggle, though, to keep all of the body parts and toys inside the window when it's down. I laid down the law quickly: No head out of the window, no hands out of the window, no toys out of the window. Quickly, he was testing. It's not my hand, it's my fingers. It's part of your hand, get it back inside. You know the drill.
So today when he asked to have his window open, I quickly began naming EVERYTHING that couldn't go out of the window: No fingers, no fingernails, no wrists, no elbows, no head, no face, no nose, no eyelashes, no ears, no chin, no hair, no toys...
And a voice chimed in from the back seat: No nipples...
Yeah, I nearly forgot about that one.
You gotta wonder what goes on in that head of his....
It's been a bit of a struggle, though, to keep all of the body parts and toys inside the window when it's down. I laid down the law quickly: No head out of the window, no hands out of the window, no toys out of the window. Quickly, he was testing. It's not my hand, it's my fingers. It's part of your hand, get it back inside. You know the drill.
So today when he asked to have his window open, I quickly began naming EVERYTHING that couldn't go out of the window: No fingers, no fingernails, no wrists, no elbows, no head, no face, no nose, no eyelashes, no ears, no chin, no hair, no toys...
And a voice chimed in from the back seat: No nipples...
Yeah, I nearly forgot about that one.
You gotta wonder what goes on in that head of his....
Saturday, October 13, 2007
What, me jealous?
Well, it happened. I had my first experience of jealousy of another woman.
Admittedly there were moments when Noah's close relationship with his daycare provider would make me a little wincy because it was so tight and affectionate, but I knew that one day, that would come to an end -- at least in its official form, and indeed, when it was time to go, it was definitely time to go, and he was ready to leave her motherly busom for the classroom.
But now? There's a girl. At school.
Thursday, I took Noah to his classroom, and as we entered, a little girl lept up, ran across the room, shouted "Noah! You're here!" and hugged him. He stood ramrod straight and giggled slightly while she hugged him. She let go. Then she hugged him again. He giggled a little bit, but his body language said "Get off me!" -- this is my only relief in my jealousy. She hugged him again, and he giggled some more. I looked down and asked "Who are you, girl who is hugging my boy?" She very quietly said "Victoria...." She stopped hugging him, and they made their way into the classroom.
I recounted the story to our rabbi, who responded by saying "Now you understand how SphericalHubby's mother feels." Truer words never said.
Admittedly there were moments when Noah's close relationship with his daycare provider would make me a little wincy because it was so tight and affectionate, but I knew that one day, that would come to an end -- at least in its official form, and indeed, when it was time to go, it was definitely time to go, and he was ready to leave her motherly busom for the classroom.
But now? There's a girl. At school.
Thursday, I took Noah to his classroom, and as we entered, a little girl lept up, ran across the room, shouted "Noah! You're here!" and hugged him. He stood ramrod straight and giggled slightly while she hugged him. She let go. Then she hugged him again. He giggled a little bit, but his body language said "Get off me!" -- this is my only relief in my jealousy. She hugged him again, and he giggled some more. I looked down and asked "Who are you, girl who is hugging my boy?" She very quietly said "Victoria...." She stopped hugging him, and they made their way into the classroom.
I recounted the story to our rabbi, who responded by saying "Now you understand how SphericalHubby's mother feels." Truer words never said.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Cookie continues his singing career...
Cookie Monster has taken over at our house. All songs come out gruff, but some are absolutely all Cookie Monster. In particular, the Spiderman theme song.
Where did Noah learn about Spiderman? I'm convinced that this information generated innately in his brainstem, honestly -- he simply started singing it one day, unprompted. In the Cookie Monster voice, of course.
The song goes like this:
When in doubt, finish all songs like THE WHEELS ON THE BUS -- isn't that EVERYONE'S motto?
Where did Noah learn about Spiderman? I'm convinced that this information generated innately in his brainstem, honestly -- he simply started singing it one day, unprompted. In the Cookie Monster voice, of course.
The song goes like this:
OOOOOOHSpi-duh-MAN! Spi-duh-MAN! Uh... whatEVER! SPI-duh-man! BIG PAUSEALL overduh TOWWWWWN!
When in doubt, finish all songs like THE WHEELS ON THE BUS -- isn't that EVERYONE'S motto?
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