role confusion & kid logic
This morning, Aidan finished his breakfast before Tim and I finished ours, and he was bouncing on the couch near the breakfast table. Aidan heard me call Tim “Timmy,” and then he said something like, “Timmy come read book.” So I asked him, “Who is Timmy? Can you point to Timmy?” Then he pointed to Tim and said:
“Ee’s over there. Timmy sitting in Daddy’s chair.”
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.
one more time, honey
It’s a truism that children do what their parents do (and say what their parents say) but I am amused by Aidan’s current habit of calling Tim and me “honey.” He says, “Aidan walk please honey,” “more rice cracker, honey,” and so forth. Another thing he says that he appears to have picked up from me is “one more” or “just one more” (one more time, one more cracker, etc.). Last night, after several particularly enjoyable rounds of bouncing and tossing with Dad, we chuckled to hear him say, “one more time, honey.”
golf course
On Sundays in St Andrews, the Old Course is open to the public to take a stroll on. We’ve enjoyed doing just that the past two Sundays. Aidan has particularly enjoyed this outing, especially after Tim found an old golf ball for him to play with. We throw the ball, and Aidan chases after it, and then throws it again, and so on. The first week we did this he must have walked for nearly a mile without tiring. (He slept well that night!) It’s a beautiful place to walk and it reminds what a lovely place we live in. How thankful we are to be in St Andrews!
walk gravel please!
Aidan loves to walk on gravel. This love, which borders on obsession at times, began several months ago when we were in Greenport, New York, visiting Grandma and Grandpa LaMothe. Grandma would take Aidan down to the Mitchell Park Carousel, which is surrounded by paths of gravel, and Aidan would gleefully prance around on the gravel, stopping only to examine bugs or smile at passersby. Today, Tim, Aidan, and I tried to make the most of some unusually warm weather by eating our lunch on the cathedral grounds. Aidan, however, refused to sit on the grass to eat with us, preferring instead to run toward the gravel paths that weave through the cathedral lawns, exclaiming loudly, “walk gravel! walk gravel please!” He ended up eating nothing for lunch; Tim and I ate ours and then walked with him on the gravel for a while, which seemed to satisfy his gravel desire, because when we reached the end of the path, he was happy to get back in his stroller. Gravel. Who would have thought?
