Ahh, 14 months, what a charming age! Carter has been signing up a storm lately: pumpkin, rooster, elephant, papa, and even signing along to favorite songs! He has incorporated sign language into his sleep, signing "again" in the middle of a dream, no doubt.
But, my favorite? He's using sign language to express humour. He was sitting in the tub just playing and having a great time. Suddenly, quite a few bubbles started appearing in the tub and some tooting noises. Well, that set him off laughing and he continued, tooting and laughing.
Then the tooting stopped, Carter signed "more" and when I asked him "more what?"......he paused, smiled, and started grunting and bearing down to get a few more toots out! We were both howling by that point!
What a charmer!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Ceramic Bison
We were visiting with my mother-in-law this weekend. She was cleaning out her dad's house and giving us all kinds of stuff; some really very cool stuff and some things that I really didn't think I could find a spot for in my house.
The ceramic bison was one of those things. Not awful, just not my taste. Small, about 9 inches tall, and heavy. Something that belonged to my husband's Aunt Edie. Did we want it? Ummmm, no. Don't really have a spot for it.
And then Carter saw it and you could practically hear the music playing in his head (you know, the music they play during Summer's Eve commercials with the girl dancing in the grass? Happy, carefree music.). He stared and then crawled full-speed ahead. Stopped in front of it, laughed, pointed, and signed "dog". Over and over and over again. "Dog". Then he turned around and smiled at me.
Yes! Dog! Good job, Carter!
We now have a ceramic bison....on the kitchen counter. Off to find a spot for it.
The ceramic bison was one of those things. Not awful, just not my taste. Small, about 9 inches tall, and heavy. Something that belonged to my husband's Aunt Edie. Did we want it? Ummmm, no. Don't really have a spot for it.
And then Carter saw it and you could practically hear the music playing in his head (you know, the music they play during Summer's Eve commercials with the girl dancing in the grass? Happy, carefree music.). He stared and then crawled full-speed ahead. Stopped in front of it, laughed, pointed, and signed "dog". Over and over and over again. "Dog". Then he turned around and smiled at me.
Yes! Dog! Good job, Carter!
We now have a ceramic bison....on the kitchen counter. Off to find a spot for it.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Carter's Sign Language
Fan. Fan. Fan. Another fan.
12 weeks of sign language classes and our small genius signs "fan"...when he sees one, when he doesn't see one and sometimes just because. He even wakes up from a long night of sleep and starts maniacally waving his hand. Fan!
Actually, he has picked up quite a few signs. In no time at all he was signing dog, water, milk, more, and recognizing many more.
Then nothing. Even his signing for milk stopped. I think he realized he got the same results by slapping me in the chest or peering down my shirt and giggling.
A few weeks ago he kept signing fan every time we stepped outside. We were sad, maybe he wasn't so smart after all. We just smiled and said sadly, yes buddy, fan. And then it dawned on me. He is a genius! He was signing fan for wind! And in a way he was right...the wind is like the world's fan. Yay Carter!
And just this week we had a signing explosion.....song, light, hairbrush, and toothbrush are all part of our repertoire. They don't really look like they should, but he's consistent. He signs hairbrush to me every morning and I give it to him as reinforcement......I really hope he doesn't start signing steak knife any time soon.
12 weeks of sign language classes and our small genius signs "fan"...when he sees one, when he doesn't see one and sometimes just because. He even wakes up from a long night of sleep and starts maniacally waving his hand. Fan!
Actually, he has picked up quite a few signs. In no time at all he was signing dog, water, milk, more, and recognizing many more.
Then nothing. Even his signing for milk stopped. I think he realized he got the same results by slapping me in the chest or peering down my shirt and giggling.
A few weeks ago he kept signing fan every time we stepped outside. We were sad, maybe he wasn't so smart after all. We just smiled and said sadly, yes buddy, fan. And then it dawned on me. He is a genius! He was signing fan for wind! And in a way he was right...the wind is like the world's fan. Yay Carter!
And just this week we had a signing explosion.....song, light, hairbrush, and toothbrush are all part of our repertoire. They don't really look like they should, but he's consistent. He signs hairbrush to me every morning and I give it to him as reinforcement......I really hope he doesn't start signing steak knife any time soon.
Lactating at Work
So I had to share how my existence is shaking things up at work.
By way of background, I work in federal law enforcement, which has atendency to be fairly conservative and male dominated (to say theleast).
Well, every day I do what I jokingly refer to as the Walk of Shame,and drag my breastpump and its accompanying cooler bag down one levelto the nurse's office. Along the way people glance over, sometimesstop and talk to me and inevitably see the words on my bag: "Pleasereturn my mommy's milk to....". It makes them a bit nervous.Sometimes their sandwich is hidden behind the cooler full of Carter'smommy's milk and they always ask permission before moving it.So a few months ago I get to the nurse's office and there are two newemployees standing there, in their suits, ready to report forservice. The nurse turns to them says "oh, this is Wendy...she is oneof our lactating agents". I almost peed in my pants. That's what I'veworked my whole life for, the opportunity to be described as not astellar employee, but a lactating one.
And then today the email went out. An email sent to all of our swatteam medics (you know those big burly guys who really do look kindahot) and to me reminding us to have our vaccinations up to date incase we have to deploy somewhere. And at the bottom a note from thenurse: Wendy can't have any vaccinations because she isstill "breasting".Yup, breasting...not breastfeeding (cause that would make sense andcause me even less embarrassment).I am sure you can imagine the emails that were forwarded my way by the swat guys.
Maybe the next time the Director comes to town he will say, oh yes,you are that lactating agent! Keep up the good work.
By way of background, I work in federal law enforcement, which has atendency to be fairly conservative and male dominated (to say theleast).
Well, every day I do what I jokingly refer to as the Walk of Shame,and drag my breastpump and its accompanying cooler bag down one levelto the nurse's office. Along the way people glance over, sometimesstop and talk to me and inevitably see the words on my bag: "Pleasereturn my mommy's milk to....". It makes them a bit nervous.Sometimes their sandwich is hidden behind the cooler full of Carter'smommy's milk and they always ask permission before moving it.So a few months ago I get to the nurse's office and there are two newemployees standing there, in their suits, ready to report forservice. The nurse turns to them says "oh, this is Wendy...she is oneof our lactating agents". I almost peed in my pants. That's what I'veworked my whole life for, the opportunity to be described as not astellar employee, but a lactating one.
And then today the email went out. An email sent to all of our swatteam medics (you know those big burly guys who really do look kindahot) and to me reminding us to have our vaccinations up to date incase we have to deploy somewhere. And at the bottom a note from thenurse: Wendy can't have any vaccinations because she isstill "breasting".Yup, breasting...not breastfeeding (cause that would make sense andcause me even less embarrassment).I am sure you can imagine the emails that were forwarded my way by the swat guys.
Maybe the next time the Director comes to town he will say, oh yes,you are that lactating agent! Keep up the good work.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
9 months old?
How, oh how, did I let it get to this? I haven't posted in 3 months! Might be because the love of my life is still napping and sleeping ON mommy and WITH mommy!
Carter is 9 months and I am more in love with him than I was yesterday! Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. He is my amazing little buddy!
So to catch up....Carter now has 4 teeth! And loves to bite mommy with his teeth and laugh! When he gets really excited (usually when daddy is trumpeting like an elephant), he nips me in the arm. Lovely.
We've had a lot of firsts since I last posted: Carter attended his first concert (Hullabaloo at Java Mamas), his first playdate (watermelon and swimming with Molly), completed his first sign language course (Sign4baby.com), and ate his first solids (tofu, cereal, and nectarines appear to be our favorites)!
He is growing by leaps and bounds...even took a few tentative "steps" as a crawler a few days ago. And, lest I forget, Carter is training for the, let's see, what would it be....the 2028 Summer Olympics? We are taking some private swimming lessons and Carter doesn't seem too worried about the underwater stuff. Just sort of takes it all in stride!
He visits his horse regularly. Concerto has moved down to a wonderful spot in Blossom Valley. There's a nice grassy area for Carter to sit...and eat bugs, leaves, and even rabbit poop. Mmmmm, rabbit poop.
Carter got his first wagon yesterday. Mommy took it out of the car and the young lad just went berserk. I've attached a photo of the event as proof of the love a young boy has for his wagon....
Carter is 9 months and I am more in love with him than I was yesterday! Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. He is my amazing little buddy!
So to catch up....Carter now has 4 teeth! And loves to bite mommy with his teeth and laugh! When he gets really excited (usually when daddy is trumpeting like an elephant), he nips me in the arm. Lovely.
We've had a lot of firsts since I last posted: Carter attended his first concert (Hullabaloo at Java Mamas), his first playdate (watermelon and swimming with Molly), completed his first sign language course (Sign4baby.com), and ate his first solids (tofu, cereal, and nectarines appear to be our favorites)!
He is growing by leaps and bounds...even took a few tentative "steps" as a crawler a few days ago. And, lest I forget, Carter is training for the, let's see, what would it be....the 2028 Summer Olympics? We are taking some private swimming lessons and Carter doesn't seem too worried about the underwater stuff. Just sort of takes it all in stride!
He visits his horse regularly. Concerto has moved down to a wonderful spot in Blossom Valley. There's a nice grassy area for Carter to sit...and eat bugs, leaves, and even rabbit poop. Mmmmm, rabbit poop.
Carter got his first wagon yesterday. Mommy took it out of the car and the young lad just went berserk. I've attached a photo of the event as proof of the love a young boy has for his wagon....
Friday, May 2, 2008
Pearly Whites and Other Notables
Carter's finally got his teeth! They appeared the day before his 6-month birthday! They are now long enough to count as teeth and boy are they sharp! We love to bite people's fingers...hard.
Carter still isn't rolling, not since he decided to start (and stop) rolling at 3 months. He sits up though really well. Plays with his toys and likes his new perspective on life. Mommy's working on not gasping when he tips over and hurtles toward the door jamb. The gasping scares him...the fall usually not.
He's still the cutest baby I have ever seen
Carter still isn't rolling, not since he decided to start (and stop) rolling at 3 months. He sits up though really well. Plays with his toys and likes his new perspective on life. Mommy's working on not gasping when he tips over and hurtles toward the door jamb. The gasping scares him...the fall usually not.
He's still the cutest baby I have ever seen
Carter's Girlfriend
I know they grow quickly, but to be faced with the fact that my son is in love with another woman? Heartbreaking. Her name is Conchita. She dresses very colorfully and has a lovely smile. She keeps her hair in a neat little braid. The only thing I can really find fault with is that she needs a good washing.
My son's in love with a potholder! I bought her in Guatemala years ago and she hangs from the kitchen cbinet. Carter discovered her a few days ago and goes mad at the sight of her. Kicks his legs, grins, drools. When daddy holds Carter in the kitchen, he practically breaks his neck trying to get a glimpse of his beloved. She came off of the cabinet to give Carter a smooch. I swear he blushed!
My son's in love with a potholder! I bought her in Guatemala years ago and she hangs from the kitchen cbinet. Carter discovered her a few days ago and goes mad at the sight of her. Kicks his legs, grins, drools. When daddy holds Carter in the kitchen, he practically breaks his neck trying to get a glimpse of his beloved. She came off of the cabinet to give Carter a smooch. I swear he blushed!
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