Milestones

Cayden's interest in reading and words is so intense right now that he has developed a charming habit of correcting my pronunciation when reading his favorite truck book (from Grandpa Spray, of course) -  "Momma, you didn't say the S" -  "Don't forget the B Momma" - I can't decide if this is charming or annoying. Given where his genes are coming from, it's probably both.

Tgivng

This year for T-giving we stayed in A-town. We had dinner at our friend's house, watched football, and then migrated to another friend's house for dessert and games. It was an extremely low-key affair that set a new standard for companionship and holiday butter consumption.

I wish I could take credit for the following photos but our friend Marco does it for a living so we "let" him record our lives.

Banana Muffins

The training of the kid is really starting to pay dividends. Last Sunday when Jordanna asked him if he wanted to help make pancakes for breakfast he voiced his opinion that they make pancakes every Sunday and they should instead make muffins. So when I came downstairs around 7:30 to make some coffee I found freshly made banana muffins waiting for me. It was wonderful. So wonderful in fact that when I found out it was his idea I very sincerely thanked him for making me such tasty muffins. True to his mimic tendencies he waited a moment for gravity, looked me straight in the eyes and told me 'It was my pleasure Daddy."

Mr. Precocious

The following account is a paraphrased story from Cayden's teacher at school: Cayden had a bit of a run in with his friend Bob (name changed for privacy reasons) today. Billy tried to take the truck that Cayden was playing with, and when they both started getting upset we intervened and asked Billy to let Cayden play with the truck for a few minutes before asking him to share it. That resolved the situation, because they are used to these sharing rules. About an hour later, Cayden came up to me and said, "I just wanted to say thank you for helping out with the Billy situation earlier".

The constant NPR in the house and heavy emphasis on emotional communication seems to have some bizarre effects on this kid.

Wedding Extrodinaire

A couple of weekends ago we attended the wedding of our good friends Steve and Sarah. A wonderful time was had by all. And we have the pictures to prove it.

Misunderstanding

My son loves Halloween. He remembers it from last year, which blows me away because he was only 2 1/2 years old. He sat outside with Tyson and handed out candy last year, obnoxiously telling the thirteen year old girls, "Now you say thank you. Say thank you!", and at the end of the night we rewarded his diligent manner instructing with a single piece of candy. His eyes grew wide and stared at us with a look on his face that clearly said, "You mean to say we have been GIVING THIS AWAY!". Round about June he came out of our back room babbling about kids looking silly and giving away and I stared in bewilderment at him until I realized that he was describing halloween to me and asking when that would happen again. I told him October and he wandered off. In August he started talking about halloween again, and by September I realized that we as a family would now be celebrating this holiday. How could I deny him? He is so excited. He decided that he wants to be a humpback whale, so after much discussion and thought I headed to the thrift store and got myself a blue denim curtain to turn into a whale (I am banking on the fact that three year olds can't tell whether or not they look ridiculous). Last night I started the costume and had him come into the back room and lay down on the curtain so I could trace out the whale pattern. He stood up and asked me about it, so I pointed out the head, flippers and tail to me. He pause, looking very thoughtful, then said, "But Mommy, I thought I was going to be a real humpback whale that could swim!".

Trust

Trust is a beautiful thing. As a parent I work hard to build a solid bond with my son so that he trusts me. The flip side of that coin however is the responsibility that goes along with a relationship built on trust. I'll give you an example.

Yesterday the whole family was out in the backyard working and playing. Jordanna and I were working and Cayden was playing. At one point I found a hook and part of a clothesline that were no longer in use. So I called Cayden over and tied it to the back belt-loop of his pants so he would have a tail. He really likes having a tail and the clothesline was a nice long 4 foot section of sturdy rope.

A couple of hours later he and I were standing under a tree and it occured to me that I could tie the end of his tail to a low hanging branch. So I did. As I was tying it he asked me why I was tying him to a tree. So without thinking I said "Because it's fun. Ready, now run!" Without a thought he grinnned widely and sprinted off. He made it about 4 good steps before the line went taut, yanked his hips out from underneath him and with a look of absolute shock he swung down and crashed into the ground flat on his face and belly. Much crying ensued. Not so much from pain but more from surprise. Jordanna witnessed the entire thing and was collapsed in a small ball trying not to laugh at my son's pain.

The lesson learned at Chez-Spray yesterday is twofold. Firstly, my son loves and trusts me enough that if I smile and tell him something is fun he will unquestioningly do it. That is indeed a very special thing. Secondly, tails are dangerous.

Tonight the Zombies Win

PopPop and Cayden tear up the Celtic Classic

Adventures with Anal Glands

As some of you may know, our dog Roland is old. OLD. We did the math this summer and realized that he is 11, and for a 110 lb dog whose first five years were filled with starvation and abandonment, that is a very advanced age. Until this summer he has been quite spry, wih arthritic episodes only showing up after strenuous hiking. However, over the summer things took a turn for the worse. I don't know if he had a bad reaction to the fleas (I'm *almost* ready to talk about it), or the heat, or his food, but he broke out in massive sores just as we left town for two weeks. As soon as we got back, I started transitioning him to a raw diet of meat from our local farmer's market. With just 1/3 of his food replaced with meat, I saw an immediate improvement in his skin. Over the past month I have completed his transition so that he is currently getting raw meat, an egg, a handful of shredded vegetables and a spoon of metamucil 5 nights a week. On the 6th day he gets a big meaty bone, and on the 7th day he fasts (Roland loves the fast day, really he does). Why Metamucil you ask? Well, we hit a minor bump in our transition away from commercial dog food where in the dog stopped pooping. As if this weren't bad enough, it was rapidly accompanied by symptoms of hind limb discomfort (laying down, dragging his butt on walks, refusing to move). Tonight it seemed like he was incapable of using his back legs a couple times. As responsible pet owners we turned to our veterinary handbook. Sure enough, under impacted anal glands, the book said that swollen and infect glands could lead to hind limb paralysis. As soon as Tyson read the phrase will need to manually evacuate the dog's anal glands, he handed the book to me and said, "This is one of those times when he is your dog". One bath and exciting adventure later (thank the heavens for latex gloves) my bathroom now pleasantly smells of gingebread candle and anal juice. Don't you wish you had a dog?

Four A.M. Snuggles

Waking up to realize that your son has snuck into bed with you and snuggled warmly into your side is one of the most rewarding experiences of parenting. Accept, of course, when your son pees in your bed, then awakens you my jumping on your face to stand and look out the window at the recycling truck.

Mostly Cool, but a Little Creepy

"Hey Mommy, do you know what comes out in the dark at night? Out of my ears comes the secret video show and it plays all around in the air. And do you know? The secret video show is all about talking driving things."

Apologies for the Radio Silence

I hate it when we fall behind on the blog, because I feel like there is no way we will remember the details of our current lives two decades down the road. I probably feel that way because I can't remember the details of my life yesterday. But, I promise we will update soon, with many entertaining and harrowing tales of the summer (world war flea!).  In the spirit of being better about blogging, I wanted to comment on my son's remarkable instinct for survival. After 45 straight minutes of droning out random words and syllables in a tone of voice that brought to mind a dirigible, I was pretty close to throwing a certain 3 year old out the window. He drones his way over to me sitting on the couch sorting through laundry:

C: What are you doing Mommy?
J: Folding laundry
C: Can you make room for me so I can have a big snuggle in your lap?
J: heart melts

He seems to have inherited Tyson's instinct for when I have been annoyed *just* enough.

I Always Wanted a Book with Some Legs Attached

Fishing/MDIBL

As our extended New England adventure continues we went fishing early in the morning, went out to Mount Desert Island Biological Laboratory for the afternoon, and then got some lobsters for dinner.  Soon to follow will be pictures from our exciting whale watching trip on the super fast Catamaran, our hike up ?Gorham? Mtn, and our trip to Thunder Hole (where we risked life and limb in the name of exploration).

Beach Tour '10 cont.

As RI Beach Tour '10 continues we hit East Beach yesterday. I had never been there before (nor had my mom who's lived in the area all her life) and it was an unusual beach. The parking lot was very small so it filled fast and it had two swimming areas. One was the obvious beach side and the other was a small salt pond for kids. Cayden LOVED the little kids area and spent most of the time waist deep with Vavo playing with (tortuing) ctenophores.

The main beach side was really nice, although the entry was very steep and the waves broke right onshore. Amazingly enough there were people attempting to boogie-board. They would pick up the wave 5 feet from the shore, throw themselves into the brown, churning maelstrom of rough sand and get thrown straight down onto the sand while getting a seashell enema. So I tried it once. It was not fun.

Driving Like Raymond

For the first time ever Grandpa-Bear sits in the passenger seat of his cherry Honda S2000.  I cant beleive my kid made it to the driver's seat of that car before I did.  Little bugger.

Portland Welcomes Us

In a bid to be the first East Coast Sunkids that the twins remember we took a long weekend in Portland, OR to visit Gail and Kim's adorable progeny, Vinny and Gemma.  Of course Powell's used books is based out of Portland so that was our first stop our first day.  Cayden had a ridiculously good time there and spent the ENTIRE rest of the trip memorizing new books and requesting new books to be read to him.  He may remember Portland as the city of literature and eerily similar babies.

 

Get That Pasta on the Grill!

Rolling With The Punches

Do you know how to get five strangers in ten minutes offer to help you out? Have your car break down with a three year old in it. Cricket - with spectacular timing - had her serpentine belt fade into oblivion as Cayden and I pulled into the parking lot of Action Rental this morning. Being a very wise and mechanically inclined person, I decided that it would be a poor plan to try and drive 14 miles to the dealer, seeing as everything in our car (alternator, power steering, etc..) is run by the serpentine belt. So in my wisdom, I decided to call a tow truck. Have I mentioned the three year old in this story yet? The three year old who whined and cried the entire 20 minute drive from Daddy's work to the parking lot of doom? The very very hungry three year old? The second I told him to be quite so that I could listen and see if our car was the source of that awful noise, he transformed into the most wonderful,easy going kid in the world. He did not tear apart the rental shop while I called the dealer. He patiently sat with me in the trunk and listened to a book while we waited for the tow truck. He LOVED riding in the tow truck. You should call the house some time this week to chat with him about it, I imagine it will factor into his conversations for a while. And let us not get into how exciting the dealership was. Do you know how many cars there are there? Cars you can sit in? With doors you can shut! While he was completely baffled by the process, he was so charming and sweet that he made what could have been an awful morning really entertaining. Turns out, when my traveling companion loves tow! trucks! that much, they become a little more fun for me too.