Blogging about babies becomes harder the older and less crappy they get. Cal's a 'big boy' now. He informs us several times a day. "Hi Mummy, I big boy!" And it's true, he's no longer a baby, not even a toddler. He'll be three in few months and has already used the word 'option' in a sentence (a two word sentence, but it worked).
In fact he's so far from being a crappy baby that we're kind of overwhelmed with how lovely he is and how much we're enjoying it. (By "It" I mean 'parenting' that horrible thing, completely detached from your mostly-lovely kid that encompasses all the shit stuff that being someone's mum or dad involves). I attribute some of the ease of late to there finally being a bit of overlap in our interests. We all like staying in bed a little longer in the mornings. We all like hanging out in cafes with nice drinks and things to eat. We all like staying inside and playing games when it's rainy now (huge change and an important one in rainy Amsterdam).
I guess the talking has also made a difference. Because not only are babies who can't talk kind of crappy, but it can also be very lonely hanging out with them all day. Now that Cal can talk, everything's sort of wonderful. Waiting for the tram in the rain is fun when you can talk about robbers and policemen, mozzies that fly in the windows at night, and how nice red soup is.
I've started a little Moleskin notebook in which I jot down funny things he says. I keep it on the dining room table within easy reach. My favourite from this week was his reaction to some ambient electronica playing on the radio.
Cal: Mummy, what happens? Music go beep beep beep.
Me: Yeah, it's the music - it's a bit weird isn't it?
Cal: Maybe turn it off?
Here's some pics from various i-Phones of late.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Monday, 15 September 2014
Cal loves singing his songs these days. He requests them and then chimes in with the more exciting words, STAR HIGH DIAMOND SKY. And there's always applause at the end.
|Get your camera out of my face|
Sunday, 14 September 2014
This month has been a real season of growth for Cal. Every day we see him edge closer towards boyhood and those fun years of him being a kid with a life of his own.
This past month he joined the ranks of people who ride their scooters, and don’t just push them. So now David and I can add ‘created independent life-form that can control wheeled vehicle’ to our list of life accomplishments. Did I make that? I wonder as I watch him speed away from us into his own life. It’s so exhilarating when he’s travelling so fast that I have to run to keep up with him.
And the other morning Cal discovered The Sleep-In. “Cal are you coming into bed to give me a cuddle?” I called when I heard him wake. “More sleepy,” he called back and stayed in bed for another 15 minutes. Ha. He really is a human being.
And “Cal miss you,” became “I love Mummy & Daddy.” That was also nice.
|Shitty photos, camera's in the shop again..|
Wednesday, 13 August 2014
Last week Cal had his first camping adventure with Oma and Opa, which by all accounts was a roaring success. He's still talking about Oma and Opa's tent. Here's some pics from the fun week.
Sunday, 3 August 2014
When it comes to Cal's day nap we're still trying to find the right mixture. If it was up to him he'd sleep 2.5 hours during the day and stay up till 10pm. To get him in bed by 8-8.30pm we try to limit his nap to an hour but it's almost impossible to wake him up. He's like a hungover teenager and responds to annoying questions like, "Honey don't you think it's time to get up?" with an efficient shake of the head before covering his eyes with an elbow and rolling over. If I'm really persistent, I'll get a "Mummy Go Way."