One of N’s favorite things are balloons, aka “boons”. He likes them with air in them, but preferably straight up in their original 20 party balloon bag from CVS. He is now attached to a powder blue balloon in a tattered plastic bag. When he gets tired he starts saying “boon, boon, boon” and is reassured when we tell him it is waiting for him in his crib. Now, if this balloon would make him sleep through the night and/or not wake up crying at 5:30 am I might go out and stock up on balloons. Then again, we might just need to do it anyway.
February 18, 2009
February 9, 2009
De-brothering
A is not so in love with her brother. Maybe because he’s been driving us crazy climbing all over the place, biting, just being restless.
A couple of weeks ago she said: “N is not a good baby. He needs to go back to the Hospital”. Mind you, the kid has been around for 15 months.
Today she said: “I’m going to take N and flush him down the toilet. And then we will only be three. Mommy and Daddy and A. And then Ruben (the plumber) will come and get N out of the toilet. And he’ll be all wet. And we’ll dry him up and then I’ll flush him down the drain again. And he won’t come back for ever and ever and ever.”
Time for some positive bro speak.
February 4, 2009
Mama
N now calls me Mama. In an Italian accent. He calls L Mama as well. And any other human figure too.
Today I was not around for dinner and bath and L told me that N walked around the house with a picture of me crying Mama, Mama, Mama.
