first impressions of basketball
Last night Aidan and I went up to the Athletic Centre to watch Tim play for the St Andrews Saints against another unspellable, unpronounceable Scottish university club team. It was a lot of fun, and Tim played well (even though he claims to be out of shape). However, Aidan found it a bit overwhelming; we retreated from our courtside bench to an upper room in the sports centre that had some windows overlooking the court. Aidan felt much safer there and was also delighted by an ugly potted fake tree surrounded by wonderful, diggable gravel.
This morning, in response to our asking what he thought of the game, he had a few comments:
(and I quote…)
– “guys fall down” (accompanied by emphatic hand gestures)
– “guys tryin’ a get the ball”
– “guys hit”
– “people yelling”
– “scary”
That just about sums it up, I think.
behind the computer
Several weeks ago, we took Aidan with us to the hospital so that I could have an ultrasound. (Yes–THAT kind of ultrasound–I’m 15 weeks along today). The ultrasound monitor showed a very clear picture of a baby with distinct arms, legs, hands, feet, head, etc., although Aidan was sure it was a video of a seal until Tim told him that it was in fact his brother or sister. That night, while Aidan was taking a bath, we asked him where his brother or sister was. His very logical reply? “Behind the computer.”
Baby due April 9.
Birthday Brunch Pictures
The Saturday after Aidan’s birthday, we had a little brunch at our flat to celebrate. I made blueberry muffins, cinnamon rolls, and a fruit salad; a friend brought some banana bread and we put out bagels and cream cheese and juice. Three other little people and their parents came, along with a couple grown up friends, and we sang happy birthday and enjoyed some story books and balloons. You can see pictures on Flickr!
to celebrate, let’s get stitches
Well, he didn’t actually need a stitch, but unfortunately the evening of Aidan’s birthday was a rather bloody one. He tripped and fell, landing surprisingly roughly on his forehead. Much blood was shed upon him and upon his clothing, as well as Tim’s. He has a nasty cut (not bad enough for a stitch; we had it checked at the local hospital) and some bruising. He’s going around today with a white bandage on his head. Poor 2 year old boy!
Happy Birthday to Aidan!
If perchance you should call us (before 2 p.m. according to Eastern Standard Time–we are 5 hours ahead of EST and Aidan goes to bed at 7 GMT) and ask to speak with Aidan, and ask him how old he is, he will tell you proudly–”I’m TWO!” We celebrated this morning with some presents and singing (he asked us to sing Happy Birthday twice!) and will have a small birthday brunch with some of his little friends (and our bigger friends, their parents) on Saturday morning. I am definitely more excited about this day than Aidan is, although he is quickly catching on to the idea that an object wrapped in colored paper is likely to contain something desirable.
