Wednesday, November 28, 2007

When Caspian tries to sign "please" (with prompting), he goes through "more," "book," "all done," and then random hand flailing. I'm looking for a good DVD signing series for this age, maybe to get with Christmas money.

When listing his verbal vocabulary, I forgot to mention the ever-present "banana" and post-prayer "amen" (which sounds kind of like a fake sneeze, to be honest). Charlie was teaching him to bray like a horse last night, too. Instead of "neigh" they were shaking their heads and going "brrrr" with their lips. It was pretty funny.

When we went next door to the park today, Caspian kept going "blech!" whenever he walked by pieces of trash. (I know, I know -- we should've picked them up.) There's also a bench in the park that is made up of a bunch of little holes, and he enjoyed picking up handfuls of mulch and leaves and poking them through the holes.

I've read this a million times, but I always laugh at one particular line:

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

By the time I get to the line about the dog being "obviously retarded," I lose it!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Oooh...guiltyguiltyguilty feelings! My last post was in September!?! I have got to get back into a routine that involves online time, seriously. I felt bad taking so much time up online instead of working or being with Caspian that I haven't really let myself do anything! I'm sorry, OL friends!!

Babies/toddlers grow so fast, it's hard to wrap my brain around the sheer volume of stuff they learn each week. Mine turns 16 months today! On Friday I just cut Caspian's nails for the first time while he was awake -- he actually sat there and let me do it! He does "gimme five," gives kisses (open-mouthed only), and waves on command. He also loves to climb, make animal noises, and look at his flash cards. When music plays that he likes, he conducts it; he also does a bouncy dance which just recently started involving stomping his feet on the floor. He is very confident about getting down from high places, like the couch and the bed (by laying on his belly and sliding off).
He uses signs for more/gimme/please (all of which look like the sign for "again"), nurse, food, drink, down, book/read, and all done. We're trying to teach him the initial consonant sounds for some things, but he only does paci and pig (puh-puh-puh) and duck and dog (deh-deh-deh) consistently. Caspian's everyday vocabulary consists of mama and dada, Grandma ("MAmama") and Grandpa ("Daaaaa"), "ah ah ah" (like the Count from Sesame Street), "that"/"what," and "up." He's also started saying "Bleccch!" and sticking his tongue out when we see/do something gross (which is a line from one of his books).
He has 9 teeth and loves vegetables best. Today he ate an insane amount of beans, rice, and ground beef, plus almost half a piece of pumpkin pie! His most recent (but short-lived) obsession was with getting his nose salined and aspirated, which is probably because he's always congested nowadays. He loved it for about 2 days, but now he still asks for it but won't actually let me near his nose. He nurses about 4 or 5 times during the day, plus 2 or 3 times at night (grumble, grumble). We still co-sleep, and it is sooo funny to see him sitting up in the middle of the night, swaying and weakly signing "more" and "nurse" in his half-stupor (after pulling or smacking my shirt front for attention). Most of his (red) hair is growing in a curly strip down the middle of his head, like a faux-hawk.
He's now been to the church nursery 4 times by himself (the 2 weeks prior, we were in with him, then watching through the window), and he adores it. He's a humongous flirt and laughs whenever he hears anyone laughing (and claps when he sees or hears clapping). It is so exciting to see him bringing joy to strangers everywhere we go. I hope he retains that quality when he gets older.

We went to a movie (Enchanted) with my parents on Thanksgiving Day and took this picture. It's pretty good, except for Charlie's crappy-lighting-induced undereye circles. :p