I posted something a while ago about miscommunication of words with multiple meanings to little people. A similar thing happened this morning. Toby woke up with mussy hair, and I said to him that we should comb it because he had mad hair. He said “no, my hair’s not mad – it’s happy”.
Archive for November, 2005
Today is Toby’s second full day in pre-school class. He’s been visiting the class for a couple of hours each day for the last few weeks, and I think he’s doing OK. It’s a bit strange to drop him off though – the age range is much wider than what he’s had before, with one of the girls being around four and a half (Toby’s going to be three in January). I think he can hold his own pretty well and he’s a really good communicator so he should be fine, but he looks suddenly very small and young.
So as he left his former class we were given a few things that he doesn’t need any more. One of them was a tube of diaper rash ointment, which back home Emma put on his changing table next to a similar tube we had for home use, which hasn’t been opened in months. But he knows what they are for – last night as I was getting him ready for bed he picked up one tube and, “reading” the label said, “This one says ‘No Ow-ies’” [that's a strangely hard word to spell], then picked up the other one: “And this one says ‘No Ow-ies’. ‘At All’”.
This excellent piece from the Onion neatly sums up what seems to go on inside Toby’s head, especially while we’re driving – Bus on the bridge! Train on the bridge! Cars following us! Airplane! Etc!
I spent pretty much all day with Toby today – Emma has a big assignment for college, and she made really good progress on it. Toby and I had a good time, with lots of playing and generally hanging out. I took him outside for his first experience of shoveling snow, and he totally loved it. He sounded like a one-person soundtrack to a karate movie as he maneuvered the shovel (which is twice as high as he is) – “Hyaaah! Hyoooh! Hyeeeeh!”
He had an all-American lunch – a hot dog followed by some bread and peanut butter. When I put the peanut butter in front of him he looked at me and slowly and deliberately said “Dad. Peanut butter is. Very. Very. . . Awesome”.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all, unless you live outside these United States, in which case it’s just Thursday and you’re less likely to be gorging yourself on turkey and trimmings, and also less likely to be mown down by mad shopping crowds in the Greatest Capitalist Orgy In The World Ever tomorrow (traditionally known as “black Friday” in the retail world due to the fact that there are so many sales it allows their accounts to go back into the black if they’ve been in the red for a while).
We’re getting into the seasonal spirit and having some friends round for dinner tonight. It’s meant that we’ve also done our Annual Cleaning.
We’re teaching Toby some Christmas carols for the holiday show at his daycare in a couple of weeks – slightly worried because he’s just moved class so not had so much time to learn the new songs. But they gave us a sheet of the three songs to learn, two of which he has mixed up … with hilarious consequences!
One is The Little Drummer Boy – “come, they told me/pa-rum-pa-pum-pum/a newborn king to see/pa-rum-pa-pum-pum” – which was famously and bizarrely sung by Bing Crosby and David Bowie a number of years ago. Another is Deck The Halls. Last night we were getting him to sing Deck The Halls, which in Toby’s world goes “Deck the Halls with sousand harley/fa-la-la-la-la pa-rum-pum-pum/’Tis the season to see Charlie/fa-la-la-la-la pa-rum-pum-pum”
Last night Toby was singing “My Grandfather’s Clock” or at least an abbreviated version of it. I started singing along and realized that it’s a rather cheerful-sounding song about an elderly relative passing away – somewhat strange to be encouraging a toddler to sing it.
Lack of posts: been very exhausted lately, largely due to Toby coming through to our room every night. Almost always he climbs into our bed and goes right back to sleep so we often don’t even notice, but two or three nights in a row he came through just as I was falling asleep and it knocked me wide awake for several hours.
Last night when he came through it was about 4am and I was deeply asleep but vaguely remembered him asking me to help him put his pajama trousers back on. I didn’t really wonder about why they would be off before I fell back to sleep and had pretty much forgotten about it till the morning when I took him through to the bathroom and realized that he wasn’t wearing his diaper. I asked him where his diaper was and he said “I put it in the bin”. So when did you do that? “Last night I took it off while I was dreaming”. Fortunately he sayed dry for the whole time he was in our bed – close thing indeed.
This editorial in the Minneapolis Star Tribune made me laugh today – kind of risque for that paper, let alone Minnesota in general. Read it soon; their story links often expire after a few days.
Both Toby and I had an uncharacteristically down day today. I think that I was just getting over a few nights in a row of bad sleep, but I’m not sure what was up with Toby – he got really upset over what seemed like nothing much a couple of times, which is very unlike him. However we ended the day well and he went to bed just fine. I went out for a little later in the afternoon while Toby stayed home with Emma. They had a really good time, and at one point he wandered over while Emma was watching a movie. I think it was because someone sounded upset – a woman was in labor (but it was all very sanitary, it being on the Hallmark channel and all). Toby’s expert opinion, summing up the facts that she was both crying and in bed, was that the lady was having a bad dream.
Emma was talking to Toby last night about families and relations. She asked him who her mummy and daddy are, and he correctly said Nana and Grandad. Then she said that she also has sisters, and did he know who they are? “Yes” Who are they? “I don’t know” Well, they’re Auntie Sarah and Auntie Rosey. Do you have any sisters, Toby? “Yes – Lauren and Sam are my sisters”.