Photos from Lincoln

Filed under: — Aprille @ 7:43 pm

Last weekend we took a very fun trip to Lincoln, Nebraska, to see my brother and for some of the group to attend some kind of sporting event.  The time with Tyler was fun.  The public has mixed opinions on the sporting event.

Miles took the opportunity to model his Halloween costume, which is Max from Where the Wild Things Are.  My dad took some nice pictures of that as well as some other goofing around, including two smallish adults in one giant jacket.


My handsome boy (GUY)

Filed under: — Aprille @ 10:48 am

I should save this for the Monthly Miles Memo, but I really like this picture I got of Miles last night, so I’m using it now.

He likes to be called a guy, by the way, rather than a boy.


30 Rock is funny in my opinion

Filed under: — Aprille @ 11:05 am

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This has made me laugh out loud several times in a row.  My favorite part:

“Can I guess your name?  Is it Pedro?  Is it Craigford?  Is it Swimming?”

The way we sleep

Filed under: — Aprille @ 10:30 am

Miles had a really plugged-up nose last night and was having trouble sleeping.  At one point he woke up and wasn’t responding well to comforting, so I found his blankie and tucked it up with him.

That was okay for a minute, until he started yelling “Bah!  Bah!”  I realized this meant he wanted Bob the stuffed caterpillar, so I stumbled around the house and found Bob.  That was also okay for a minute, until he decided he would also really like to sleep with his framed photo of Uncle Tyler.

I drew the line there.  No pointy metal in bed.

Denny tells me he slept in late today, which is good because he barely napped at all yesterday and had the rough patches in the night last night.  When he woke up, Bob was near his face.

“Bah?” he said.

Good old Bob.


Overheard on the playground

Filed under: — Aprille @ 8:48 pm

Miles and I were at the playground this afternoon, and I overheard two little boys (age ~4, I’d guess) have the following exchange:

Boy 1:  Zap!  You’re dead!

Boy 2:  Yeah, but my spiwit wemains.

That’ll learn ‘im.

Monthly Miles Memo #21

Filed under: — Aprille @ 9:19 am

Dear Miles,

When I was little, your Mubby (who is my mommy—can you believe that?) used to quiz me on all sorts of things:  letters, numbers, colors, and when I got a little bigger, songs and poems.  I have gotten the impression over the years that your Skittergramps (my dad—another mind-blow for you, I’m sure) thought she was pushing me too hard or otherwise over-stressing those skills, but she always insisted, “She loved it.”

“Yeah, right,” I thought.  “What kid would love to be drilled on academic-type subjects when he or she’s still in diapers?”

Then I met you.

It didn’t start out as drilling, specifically.  You have a magnet board with letter and animal magnets, and you started grabbing the D and saying “Dada.”  I agreed with you:  yes, D is for Dada.  Then I sort of casually showed you the M and told you it was for Mama and Miles.  You picked that up so fast that I thought “What the heck?” and started asking you about other letters.  Now, probably a week or two after we started playing that game, you know about ten letters.  You know them in multiple contexts, too.  We were walking home from Hy-Vee the other day, and you looked up and said “Bee!”

Now, that’s a tricky one, because the word bee can mean lots of things in your world.  Foremost, it’s your nanny, Bean.  But it also means green bean, bee the insect, and pea.  I thought maybe a bee was buzzing around overhead, since we were near some flowering bushes, so I asked you if you saw a bee.  You looked up again, pointing excitedly with your finger, and insisted “BEE!”

Sure enough, we were standing directly under the big red B of the Bakery sign on the side of the building.

You find letters everywhere, including on my computer keyboard, which makes it difficult to type anything when you’re nearby, because you move my hands off the keys and start naming letters.  Sometimes you say the actual letter name, and sometimes you associate it with a word that begins with that sound.  Yesterday you got a kick out of playing with your basketball and reading the initials printed on it:  Nanna Bee Ay.

You’re not even two yet, Miles.  How am I going to keep up?

This makes me think of this horrible midwife we saw when I was early in my pregnancy with you.  I was interested in taking Omega-3 fatty acid supplements because of evidence that they raise a kid’s IQ, but I had read some conflicting information about what sources of Omega-3s were good choices.  I asked the horrible midwife specifically about whether flaxseed oil was okay to take during pregnancy, and rather than answer my question, she pooh-poohed the idea of taking the supplements at all.

Well, forget you, rude midwife.  I ended up taking an Omega-3 supplement specifically for pregnant women, and it seems to have worked out pretty well.  I should also note that we successfully avoided that midwife for the rest of the pregnancy and birth, choosing instead to work with her informed and compassionate colleagues.  I so clearly remember my relief 21 months ago when I asked which midwife was on call, and it was one of the non-evil ones.

But back to you, Little Scoop.  It’s not just letters you’ve learned lately.  You’re learning new words and sounds and gestures and ways of organizing your world.  Yesterday you were in your crib after nap, and you crawled around pointing out all the elephants on your sheets, making an elephant noise and trunk gesture with each one.  Then you repeated it with the lion, then the giraffe (which was hard, since your giraffe gesture involves throwing your head back to extend your neck, and a crawling position is not very amenable to that), then the monkey.

On Monday, which was a Daddy/Miles morning, your dad called me at work to tell me some exciting news:  you made a three-word sentence, sort of.  He was feeding you blueberries at breakfast, and you said “More please blue.”  That’s only the second time we’ve heard you combine words.  The first time was when you pointed at the toilet and said “Mama bye-bye.”  I don’t think you meant you wanted to flush me.  I think you were referring to how, when you’re around and I use the bathroom, we wave bye-bye to the contents.  A little ridiculous, yes, but I’m trying to prime you for eventual potty training.

More is probably your favorite word right now, up there with no.  You’ve given up using your modified ASL sign for more, which had been your most frequent communication tool, and switched entirely over to spoken English.  Actually it sounds more like “Mo-ey,” but we know what you mean, and I know you’ll refine your language as you continue to develop.

We did all kinds of fun stuff this month, one of the highlights of which were a trip to the apple orchard, where you wanted to pick every single apple you saw in the trees and on the ground.  We also had a super-fun time at the Blank Park Zoo, where you saw zebras, giraffes, a tiger, lots of fish, otters, and other cool animals.  Our main purpose for going was the Justin Roberts and the Not Ready for Naptime Players concert.  It was pretty loud, louder than I expected for a kids’ concert, but you were entranced.  You stood on one of your many grandparents’ laps—all four of them joined us for the occasion—and watched, so serious, taking in the music.  You weren’t distracted by the people getting up, sitting down, dancing, and yelling.  You just watched and listened, and when a song ended, you clapped and said “Mo-ey!”

We’ve got more wackiness coming up in the next few weeks, including a trip to Nanna and Papa’s farm and a visit to Uncle Tyler’s new house in Lincoln, Nebraska.  Long drives are easier now than they used to be, since you’re happier to look at books or your collections of family photos.  That’s not to say you don’t melt down sometimes, and those occasions can make road trips pretty awful.  But they’re happening less lately.  We’ll see how that trend changes as you approach the oft-maligned two-year mark.

In the meantime, in the words of Modern English via Justin Roberts, I’ll stop the world and melt down with you.




Where I store my knowledge

Filed under: — Aprille @ 8:39 am

I love many, many things about the Internet, but probably what I love the best is instant access to all sorts of information.

Yesterday Denny wanted to mop our kitchen floor (we went on a binge last night and bought all new appliances for the kitchen—I’ll document that process as they arrive a week from Tuesday), and in preparation for the blessed event, he moved the stove and fridge and cleaned under them.

We try to minimize our use of noxious chemicals, and he remembered my dad one time using a vinegar/water solution to clean our floors.  He asked me about the ratio, and I was like, “Have you ever seen me mop a floor?”  Fortunately, about five seconds of Internet-searching revealed the answer, and soon the floors were clean and the house smelled like Easter eggs.

How did people learn these things in the old-timey days?  Did they just take notes whenever a new piece of information became available?  How did they organize these notes?  Did they keep giant reference tomes around the house?  Would we have had to take a trip to the library just to figure out how much vinegar to put in our mop solution?

The answer, by the way, is 1 cup white vinegar to 1 gallon of water.  I know because the Internet told me.


Miles and the letters

Filed under: — Aprille @ 8:36 am

Miles is learning to recognize and identify letters.  Here are three short videos demonstrating that fact.

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