We had a little play date yesterday. Nina, who's 16 months old, visited. She was very polite, and smiled at me lots, but stayed close to her mommy. She offered Miss Squeaky a piece of Chex cereal, which, Miss S took, looked at, and tossed aside. We parental units talked about child development stages, and such. Then, Nina, who had been very good at walking around, tripped on one of the many toys and smacked her lip into her mommy's shin. She cried loudly. Mr. Grunty & Miss Squeaky were a bit perplexed, "I thought only we did that."
One thing that makes them both cry, loudly, is if they see a bottle when they are starting to get hungry and starting to get a bit fussy. Last night they did. Because we foolishly left a couple of bottles sitting out. Oh they were screaming. I tried to explain the bottles they saw weren't any good, and new ones were on the way.
(And they are kinda like Thimbletack getting honey when we finally give them the bottles. NOTE: NEVER give babies honey.)
And speaking of spoiled milk...
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
Yesterday, I go in to check on Miss Squeaky, who should have been napping, and she had pulled herself to her knees, and had a big grin holding onto the bars of her crib. That's a cause for a bit of celebration, and a little bit of worry. Luckily, a few weeks ago we lowered her crib mattress, and so even while standing, her shoulders are below the top rail.
And continuing the celebration of accomplishment. Mr. Grunty has figured out how to turn on the "Jungle Sounds" toy, so, he can now watch that all night. He also has started moving around in his crib, so far just limited to 90 degree turns by morning.
A bit later in the day, I had put Miss S down for a nap. A few minutes later I heard a crash in the bed room. I was so scared she had fallen out of the crib. I saw her. She was on her back, leaning against the crib bars, with a "dude, what happened?" look on her face. No, she hadn't fallen out. Just back.
She doesn't have the muscles yet to crawl out. Though I'm sure that will be soon. My adrenaline levels were very high. I am so scared of my childrens taking a big fall.
And speaking of falling, let me tell you about what we saw happen today...
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
Hey Sports Fans....No, you are not reading
ACL's Research & Development, but oddly enough it’s appropriate.
Since ABC was kind enuff to take us to a Sonic's game, back when they mattered, I think I should go with him to see some "fun, cool, graceful, brutal, fast, sexy, exciting, strategic, visceral, complex and simple all at once " Throttle Rockets action.
So here's the thing, it all started when ABC had a 6 squared, b-day party. We went out for some "pi" (pizza, that is). I was chatting with the Maestro, and he was telling me of his latest time wasting device. Guitar Hero. The game where you get to pretend to play guitar. It's like air-guitar, only with points. It's keeping score on imagination. He is curious on how I'll do on it, since, I play guitar. So, I'll be going over there to try it out....I mean, for our childrens to have a play date.
I wonder, how much more difficult would it be to have something similar with an actual guitar, where you start with an easy version of the song, and progress. Is there a market for that? Or do kids today rather cyber-practice, and not actually do the real thing.
Bro-in-law C tells me, that at the higher levels, the game says "you know, guitars aren't that expensive, maybe you should invest in one."
Well, in Spokane. I played Guitar Hero. And I feel like Jon Stewart in Wordplay, who he said, "I'll do the USA Today crossword puzzle when I'm stuck in a hotel, but I don't feel good about it."
It was OK. But I really wanted to pick up a real guitar. And, sometimes, knowing what a guitar would do, would make me mess up on the game. And if you Guitar Hero wrong, there is no sound for your "guitar", but in real life, you can hear your mistakes, and adjust accordingly.
So I blame ABC for having a party, where I talked to Maestro, which led to me playing Guitar Hero. Oh yeah, don't tell the Maestro (named for his ability to make great pizza), that I've been practicing Guitar Hero.
And now for something completely different....Miss Squeaky gave me quite the scare this morning....
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
Last weekend, we braved the pass and visited my in-laws. Actually the roads were clear and dry, and the mountain snow was pretty. (Today, they closed the pass because of snow & car accidents...never can predict what it'll be like.)
Miss Squeaky was a bit shy around all of the strange relatives, that evidently she didn't remember. Mr. Grunty was pleased as punch to be the center of attention.
They talked, and sang. They ate their veggies sitting on my mother-in-laws nice furniture w/o making a mess. They took naps on their grandparents. The crawled or rolled around.
We were all sleeping as family in a room in the basement. Which, reminds me how blessed with riches we are compared to most of the world. Seriously, we were "roughing it", four to a room, and I know there are many people today living in smaller apartments. AND we had heat, clean water, toilet, shower. I am glad to be an American. The childrens slept just fine in their playpens. Me & MyBetterHalf woke up every time we heard a noise from the childrens. BTW, children evidently make lots of weird noises when they sleep.
We watched some March Madness. Go Tarheels!
Grandpa was teaching Miss Squeaky how to play Texas Hold 'Em.
Cousin D & C were talking lots w/ Mr. Grunty & he loved it.
I'm a bit sad that my sister-in-law doesn't think she have a garden this year. Her gardening has been an inspiration to me. And she's like a b'jillion times better at it.
Niece M liked it when I gave her piggy back rides, and gave me lots of hugs. When we needed help cleaning up the childrens, she was there, and very helpful. Especially noteworthy because she's only in kindergarten.
Nephew D and I were sitting on the couch. I asked, "what do you want to talk about?" He said, "Nothing." So I was silently mouthing words while he said, "nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,...." Then after a few giggles and few minutes he said he wanted to talk about S.W. ? "the Spider Wick Chronicles" and we talked about that. His favorite character was Molgarath. Later, when he was singing to the childrens, you guessed, he was singing the Darth Vadar theme.
Niece K and I talked about Jr. High. She's not sure if she'll have time for orchestra and choir, so might just do choir. She's thinking about taking French.
Nephew C attacked me with a pair of sai as soon as I got out of the car. Luckily I grabbed the katana he had stowed away in the back of his shirt, and defended myself.
Naturally I quizzed all the K,D, C, and M on math problems.
I made bottles for the childrens, C & M wanted to carry them to the childrens. But Nephew C only wanted to carry Mr. G's bottle, and Niece M only wanted to carry Miss S's bottle. I gave a bottle to C, and trying to mix things up said, "take this to Miss S." He was about ready to throw a fit, but Niece M gave him the bottle she had, "here, this one is for the boy."
The childrens on a road trip. Well, for the most part they were great. They would nap. Or play with toys. Or talk. Or sing. Once they even talked to each other.
But, Miss Squeaky does not like Moses Lake. She cried both times we passed through it.
On the way home, just past the Snoquamie pass, Mr. G started fussing. But we wanted to press on, we were only an hour from home. Then he cried. Then he screamed. Then he cried. For about 55 minutes, the poor boy was either crying or screaming. That's why he is hoarse.
And I must confess, I did something in Spokane, that I'm embarrassed to admit....
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
well...I got home, and Mr. Grunty was saying "mom-ma, mom-ma, mom-ma"
That just was the smile for my day. I haven't heard him say that yet.
Miss Squeaky has been very clingy / needy recently. So, there's a bit of her crying in the morning as I do what she thinks is unimportant, like brush my teeth, fix bottles, change Mr. G's diaper. I tried to make it easier on her, I brought the changing pad into the living room so that we all could be in the same room during diaper changing. She did good today by pulling herself up onto her knees to look into the toy box, look around, toss aside the toys she didn't want, and then sit back down.
Mr. G thought Mac-n-cheese was alright. Miss S thought it was nasty. She doesn't like turkey dinner either. But, she thinks the rice cereal is OK, even though Mr. G doesn't care for it.
Mr. G can drink from the sippy cup. I think Miss S is getting the concept.
Mr. G still has a hoarse throat from this past weekend when we....
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
...hehe...
Since, I have such close connections to our good friend Blub, I finagled myself an advance copy of her soon to be released album.
Let me just say, that I am so very pleased and proud of my friend. Fourteen songs in one month! I think that is way harder than NaNoWriMo. When I was in a joke of a band, it would take us around 4 hours or more to record a song that usually took us a couple of sessions to write, and weeks to "practice" so that we could have a chance of playing it through in its entirety to record it.
Or, once I recorded a song for a friend, that took about 6 hours.
Or, pro'lly speediest, working for Idiot & the Cone films, both of those pieces took a couple of hours to record each about an hour or two to compose.
All that -vs- how fast can you type 1667 words / day ...for me, at a slow 30 words a minute...about an hour a day for a month.
So yeah...FAWM is tougher.
Anywho...about the album. I've done a scan of most of it. Some of it is not my cup of tea, and so I would skip it 30 seconds into it. (Don't worry, I'll give more of a listen later.) There was one song that I swear was Joni Mitchell. (Not that I really know what Joni Mitchell sounds like, but it was folk song, also, not my cup of tea.) There were a couple of strange sounding entries that I skipped, that have potential to be cool, because I like Tori Amos and all that, but I was impatient. Now, I can say, there were three songs that I like.
One with Blub using power-chords! nice vocal melody about being afraid to go home.
The next one about dieing.
And another one with bongos.
No, I don't know the names.
And the beauty of FAWM, is that you don't have time to doubt yourself, or waste years procrastinating to make it "good", you just have to put out songs. I think it is a wonderful way of kick starting the creative engine. Just like NaNoWriMo, there is power in a deadline. I don't know what Blub is doing, now that February is done. I hope she is still writing and playing.
I am looking forward to the album release party on April 5th.
They know what bibs mean. It means, in the morning, time to scream, because it tells them they should have bottles in the mouth, right now, and papa is taking too long.
They know "up" and will grab my index fingers to pull themselves from laying on their back to standing.
They know "clap hands" and will sometimes follow the lead of their parents.
And I think they know, that their parents & Oliver kitty go into their rooms to check on them around ten each night.
We have tried to give the childrens their first solid foods. They don't like it and spit it out. (Very soft, tiny pieces of carrots or peaches.)
Mr. Grunty thinks that sippy-cups are HI-Larious.
Mr. G is sleeping on his side now.
Miss Squeaky ends up on her tummy, and it is random which way she will be pointing in the morning.
EXCELLENT movie.
Just watched it again with MyBetterHalf.
Is it a form of child-abuse, all the pressure and all the training and all the studying that the kids put into it? And only one of them wins.
I love this movie.
well, yesterday we took the childrens to the doctor for their 9 month appointment. Yay, no shots! And we were officially told that they are "beautiful, growing, healthy" childrens. And that Mr. Grunty "is big". We talked about their developmental milestones, and how they are doing different things, but Miss Squeaky doesn't talk much, and Mr. Grunty does not like to be on his tummy.
And wouldn't ya know it, this morning they set out to prove us wrong. This morning, at 4:55am, Miss Squeaky woke us up. I took her to the loft, so we could snuggle, and maybe go back to sleep, and she was talking lots, new sounds, lots of talking...she showed us. Yay, Miss S!!
And later, after breakfast, Mr. Grunty went from sitting, to on his tummy, and hung out on his tummy for a couple of minutes, lifting his head way up high, and maneuvering around. Then he flipped to his back, smiled at his mommy, then flipped back to his tummy for more moving around. Yay, Mr. G!!
Miss S likes the "da, Tha, gah" sounds, and will sometimes add the "ah" prefix.
Mr G has learned how to blow raspberries.
At work I've noticed that I take a deep breath, and motorboat flap my lips / passive raspberry on exhale from time to time. Our receptionist laughs and asks if Miss S taught me that.
Bottle Holding
Mr. G does not like to cooperate on this. Either a parent holds the bottle or he does. Don't even try and touch his hands during feeding. And naturally he's kicking his feet. He has learned that when the bottle is full, he can rest it on his belly and drink from it no-hands.
Miss S likes to show off and hold the bottle with one hand while looking around. Sometimes she will hit the bottle. She will let you hold her hands while she feeds. She still drinks a lot faster than her brother, and less too.
Miss S was reading a Seasame Street's "What's that sound?" the other day. Slowly turning pages, carefully looking at each page. Usually she will just chew on a toy for a few minutes, then toss it to the side.
Mr. G is a lot more deliberate looking at toys, and will usually take longer to lose interest in a toy. And these days, one of his favorites is the Mary Meyer* Lucky Duck Rattle. I am amazed at how well rattles entertain. I guess that's why we've had rattles since pre-historic times. All right all you anthropologists, what came first, the rattle or fermented drink?
A game they like to play is empty the basket of toys. When it's done, they've gone through all the toys, and start to get fussy/bored, we refill the basket and the fun starts again. Mr. G does like to pound on the empty basket like a drum.
A cool toy that I like, the Fisher-Price Stack & Roll Cups. They're fun for me, because I can clap them together, for different noises, or make them into rattles by sticking a block between them, and the different sizes have different tones. Oh yeah, the childrens like them too, and will clang them together.
So...a worry I have, is are they developing properly? Rationally I know, each child will develop at their own pace, but emotionally, I worry. And this can easily lead into jealousy and bragging (do parents ever brag about their kids?)
One nice lesson of a recent political scandal, is even if your child becomes the gov'ner of NY State, it's still not a good idea to brag about how successful he is. Which leads me too, when can you know if you've been a good parent? I guess in heaven you'll get the answer. I heard from my boss about this ultra-competitive private school in town, where the kindergarten children have to go through this rigorous interview process to be accepted and the parents are really obnoxious. Seriously, I'm all for encouraging kids to learn, but do we sometimes go a bit to far?
Another thing my boss was talking about. Moving your child to a different school if they fall into a bad social group. An option to remember.
Our good friend BitterKat was showing me some vids of her babies. They were cool. Her daughter was crawling all over at 5 months! (Ack!! Should I be worried? should I be jealous? ) And her daughter did grow up to be a violist, that IS something to brag about! :-)
Dancing Styles
They still have different dancing styles.
Miss S will swing her upper body back and forth, from left to right, very energetically.
Mr G will rock front to back, gently, sometimes tossing in shoulder shrug.
* I do not like that Mary Meyer has "girls" and "boys" toys!! grrrr!!!! Shame on you Mary Meyer, shame on you.
If even pretend that I'm about to tickle him, Mr. Grunty busts up with his cherubic laughter. I will say "num, num, num, num", bounce from side to side with each "num" and flap my fingers together like the are crab claws.
That doesn't amuse Miss Squeaky. Now, if I am holding one of her toys, or her pacifier in my mouth. That, is high comedy for her. Especially if I then shake my head back and forth.
Miss S has two teeth now. And is making forward progress whilst crawling.
Mr. G, no teeth. But still enjoys to talk loudly.
They like it when I dance all silly for them.
They enjoyed watching Oliver chase a bottle cap around the house last night.
After the childrens are done eating their solid food, we usually let them play with their baby spoons. Mr. Grunty likes to yell at his spoon. Not sure why. Maybe he's mad at it for being out of food. "Gah! Aaaah-Da! Tha-tha. Hi-yah guh!!"
(Yes, they are supervised.)
Sometimes, Mr. G will stick out his tongue a bit and lick lips, and then pucker the lips, and then draw the lips into the mouth, repeat - all the time his tongue sticking out. Try it. It's challenging, yet fun.
Yesterday, we went to the bookstore. Me & Mr. G wandered around, he in stroller, he was cool with it. He was constantly swinging his feet. When we paused in the game sections he started talking.
And then it was so nice outside, that after we got home and ate, then we went for a walk to the store to get some baby food. And Cadbury Mini Eggs.
I remember, back in the long long ago, when Miss Squeaky would put my fingers in her mouth to chew on whenever she got a chance. And she was chewing on everything, and drooling all over. All the classic teething signs. And we were surprised because she was only 3 months old.
Well, she doesn't grab my fingers to bite them much anymore. Nowadays, when she grabs my fingers it's for "up", which for her is either standing, or being held. Sitting, that's just OK.
This morning, she pulled my finger into her mouth, and bit. And there was the start of a tiny tooth. YAY!
Her favorite game is "Pass the baby" she be held by one adult, and then will turn, and stretch out to another. She was really happy to play with three adults when we visited our good friend at Indecisive Rambling.
So...MyBetterHalf had to leave early this morning, and the childrens were already awake and fussy. Evidently they were fussy because they were HUNGRY. Once they had the bottles, they were cool. It was a very nice morning.
I made sure to seat Miss Squeaky far enough away from Mr. Grunty so that she wouldn't steal his toys. The girl is funny, she will toss toys to the side when she is done with them. I think for her, the fun part is taking them out of the basket. Fortunately, if I refill the toy basket, she can be re-entertained. I actually got her to talk to me a couple of times which was very nice.
I did a bit of tummy time w/ Mr. G, he still doesn't like it. We have the feeling that he may skip the crawling stage. He enjoys standing and jumping around when a parent is holding onto his hands. While I changed his diaper, he and I had a fun little yelling contest with lots of laughter.
Tonight when I got home everyone was in a good mood. Friday!
(Unlike last night, when I walked through the door I heard crying and MyBetterHalf say, "Miss Squeaky, don't scratch your brother!")
We had some fun times hanging out, playing with toys, singing, dancing, doing num-nums, playing with rattles, laughing.
The sad part of the day...I hear that Miss Squeaky crawled at the daycare. Yup, we missed her first crawling. Stoopid work.
Miss Squeaky has been trying so very hard to learn to crawl. She gets up on her hands and knees, and will rock back and forth. And after a bit, will slide her leg back and be on her belly, usually scooting back in the process. This gets her no closer to her goal, FRUSTRATION, and sometimes gets her legs stuck under the couch! She is pretty good at turning. But not the forward.
As I said. Mr. Grunty seems content just to relax and hang-out. Though, when he is angry, he throws his head back and arches his back. Someday that boy is gonna slam his head into the floor, or worse. Currently, we usually keep a boppy or some other sort of pillow around him.
...well, yesterday, as promised, I brought out a wooden spoon and a pot for the childrens to bang on.
They didn't really get it. Although, Miss Squeaky did realize that a spoon goes in your mouth.
They do like to rattle their plastic chain links, though.
The childrens are feeling better, but MyBetterHalf is feeling worse.
I need some sleep. Why do I stay up so late?
Well, I saw a bit of the Denver v. Sonics game, and that was humiliating for Seattle.
Tonight, I see that Houston, (without Yao!) handily beat Denver.
The Western Conference is really exciting, 9 teams competing for 8 playoff spots, with the top seed only 5.5 games ahead of the 9th seed. (Unlike baseball, where after the All Star break many games are meaningless.)
The East,
there's Boston, with their media loved trio of Garnett, Allen & the other dude.
There's Orlando, who have a young star developing nicely at center, leading the league in rebounds, Dwight Howard, remember him from the FIBA tournament this past summer. I hope he's a rebound monster in China this summer for team USA.
Detroit, been there, done that, very efficient, they are no-frills, everyone knows their part, always a favorite to win the championship. Machine like, we shall call the Pistons.
And Lebron James' Cleveland Cavaliers. They just got big Ben Wallace (who used to be a defense & rebound monster, but, age and desire seem to have sapped him) in hopes of giving James some help.
In the West
Defending champ, San Antonio. Yup, they embarrassed Lebron last year.
Dallas, just traded to get excellent point guard, Jason Kidd. I think they have realized they need a tough, intelligent, point guard to help take pressure off of Dirk.
Phoenix, led by the tough, intelligent, point guard, MVP, Steve Nash (who used to play for Dallas!) What a trade. They got Shaq! Can they run & gun with the big man? I saw his first game as a Sun, going against Kobe's Lakers. Shaq had some hustle, it went better than I expected. But, Lakers won.
Lakers. I watched them beat Dallas today. And I realized, everyone seems to know their role on the team, there won't be the egos, or the fighting, everyone knows their job. When Kobe is doubled, he can go to Gasol, or Odom.
So...I predict...NBA finals...Lakers vs Celtics (wow, like old times) Lakers win. Should be very exciting.
...And ya know, after Kobe's great attitude for Team USA at the FIBA tournament, it's not so easy to hate the Lakers Team. Maybe if I watch more Lakers games, Jack Nicholson & the other Hollywood set will remind me how obnoxious they are. (Although, to Mr. Nicholson's credit, he is a true Lakers fan. I suspect most the other that go to the games, are going just to be seen.)
well, I am the best one, still have a bit of scratchy throat.
Miss Squeaky and MyBetterHalf are the worst off. MBH has thrown up, Miss S is coughing lots, and congested lots, and lots of snot, and not much appetite.
Mr. Grunty has eaten a little less than usual, and is snotty.
We have this vaporize thing that the doctor "gave" us, that helps with their congestion. The childrens like it OK to start, but about half way through, Miss S starts squirming trying to get away and gets very fussy.
Me & the childrens went for a walk at the park this afternoon. Miss S was in the baby-bjorn, Mr. G in a stroller. Let me tell you, we need a double stroller.
Stories from this morning, MyBetterHalf helped feed them and then went back to bed. So we hung out and played. Miss S was getting fussy, so I put her down for a nap. Me & Mr. G hung out, just us boys, good times. But he got tired to, so very cute, the eye lids slowly close, and then pop open, and then droop back down. When I put him in his bed, he half opened his eyes, but I did the trick where you gently drag your finger down his forehead, between the eyebrows, and down the bridge of the nose, and he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Then I went to check on Miss S. She's been holding out on us! She was having a lovely conversation with her pacifier, using all kinds of sounds, it made me smile.
So, kids today have to deal with the No Child Left Behind act. Back in my day, we left kids behind all the time. Heck, it would teach them to stay with the group on field trip days. And they got to learn valuable lessons about how to use public transit at the age of 7. (And I still ride the bus, and I like it.)
Anyway, recently, some group did a survey, and found out how uneducated our teenagers are. It really is quite depressing. (the quiz can be found here.)
Naturally, the teachers unions are blaming NCLB and President Bush.
But here's my question, if NCLB emphasizes reading, and the teachers are teaching to the test, what are they having the kids read? Seriously, you can teach reading whilst teaching a liberal-arts education.
I do feel sorry for teachers, they seemed pulled conflicting directions by their many constituents. Ya know...maybe if we weren't trying for a one-size-federal-government-regulated-fits-all education system. I dunno, maybe I'm being crazy, but put some competition into it, with, lets say charter-schools and vouchers, maybe that would help. (yes, this is a call for state's rights)
So, I hear, that kids today have a lot of the attention deficit disorder.
I think I know why. Hi tech baby toys.
For instance, we have a toy puppy, with many very sensitive sensors that make a noise, or play a song when touched. I assume some of it is supposed to be educational. Like the "A-B-C" song, except, babies don't really sit and listen to a song while they have the toy nearby, so...we hear, "A-B-C-D-E-F, do your ears hang low do they, I need a, nose, red nose"
And one of the worst toys I've seen is the Leapfrog Baby "Learn & Groove Alphabet Drum".
It looks like a little conga drum, so that's cool. And has English & Spanish, that's cool. But for the bad: On the A-B-C setting, it will say a letter if you hit the drum head, but if you turn the drum 90 degrees, it resets. So baby needs to sit still, hit the drum, and not move the drum, to get the full alphabet lesson. The drum head has a 5 x 8 grid of red dots that spell out letters, or flashy patterns, or symbolic patterns for singing/clapping/dancing/drumming. Really, kids are that good at symbolic reasoning at less than a year? As for the drum setting, there's plenty of samba background music, but there is no consistent sound that comes from hitting the "drum". What!!?? I think this is to teach children that their own music is not that important, and they should just listen to toys and not try to make their own music. What a horrible toy. I think tomorrow it is about time to show Mr. Grunty and Miss Squeaky the fun that can be had with wood spoons and pots & pans.