Real big smiles (or big real smiles)
Oh dear, it's already December, and almost a week has passed since my last post. Not a good trend -- I'm really hoping we can maintain a reasonable level of blog activity.
Susanna is a little more than 6 month old, and she is such a different person from just a few weeks ago.
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Ooh, a quick Roel break here. We just had a little mini-conversation about the difference between medium and small. We just broke out our Christmas decorations, which include some gilded reindeer. There are a few adult deer, and one child one. They were up on our mantle, and Roel asked if I could get the "medium" one down for him. Well, I looked at them, and only saw two sizes -- I considered the adults to be large, and the child to be small. You need at least three sizes for a medium, right? Well, Roel quickly corrected me, and said that the child reindeer was of medium size. He then put his index fingers about a 1/2 inch apart and said "This is small." I guess right now, size is more of an absolute thing for him? I needed some clarification, so I pointed to one of his HotWheels cars, and proposed that it was small, too. Nope. That was medium. Sensing I wasn't quite getting it, Roel explained that "small" was the same as "tiny". Then he offered up an example, "like Mama's egg". I stared blankly. He continued "You know, like the egg that is inside Mama's belly." He pointed to his stomach, and unless Sheila has developed a taste for quail eggs, the only eggs I've ever seen her eat are definitely medium. So I'm assuming he meant those eggs that never actual travel to the belly, and I know I haven't discussed the whole uterus thing yet (not feeling the most qualified in that dept, within our family anyway). Ah, tiny indeed.
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OK, back to Susanna. She is so much more interactive with us. I have to admit, for those first few month, we didn't get a ton of feedback from her. She slept a lot. She cried occasionally. It was hard to tell if the smiles were for us, or just gas. Frankly, it was a bit unsatisfying, given how much effort we, the parents, were putting into it. But now, those huge smiles are definitely for us. She can sit up by herself now. She tries to talk, I think, by sticking her tongue out (sort of a pre-raspberry thing). It's so great. And, if she follows Roel's pattern, the insubordinate behavior is at least 2 years away (we found the "terrible two's" to be a myth, or misnomer -- we're thinking there isn't a name for the "three's" because parents just want to forget). I just love this age.
Susanna is a little more than 6 month old, and she is such a different person from just a few weeks ago.
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Ooh, a quick Roel break here. We just had a little mini-conversation about the difference between medium and small. We just broke out our Christmas decorations, which include some gilded reindeer. There are a few adult deer, and one child one. They were up on our mantle, and Roel asked if I could get the "medium" one down for him. Well, I looked at them, and only saw two sizes -- I considered the adults to be large, and the child to be small. You need at least three sizes for a medium, right? Well, Roel quickly corrected me, and said that the child reindeer was of medium size. He then put his index fingers about a 1/2 inch apart and said "This is small." I guess right now, size is more of an absolute thing for him? I needed some clarification, so I pointed to one of his HotWheels cars, and proposed that it was small, too. Nope. That was medium. Sensing I wasn't quite getting it, Roel explained that "small" was the same as "tiny". Then he offered up an example, "like Mama's egg". I stared blankly. He continued "You know, like the egg that is inside Mama's belly." He pointed to his stomach, and unless Sheila has developed a taste for quail eggs, the only eggs I've ever seen her eat are definitely medium. So I'm assuming he meant those eggs that never actual travel to the belly, and I know I haven't discussed the whole uterus thing yet (not feeling the most qualified in that dept, within our family anyway). Ah, tiny indeed.
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OK, back to Susanna. She is so much more interactive with us. I have to admit, for those first few month, we didn't get a ton of feedback from her. She slept a lot. She cried occasionally. It was hard to tell if the smiles were for us, or just gas. Frankly, it was a bit unsatisfying, given how much effort we, the parents, were putting into it. But now, those huge smiles are definitely for us. She can sit up by herself now. She tries to talk, I think, by sticking her tongue out (sort of a pre-raspberry thing). It's so great. And, if she follows Roel's pattern, the insubordinate behavior is at least 2 years away (we found the "terrible two's" to be a myth, or misnomer -- we're thinking there isn't a name for the "three's" because parents just want to forget). I just love this age.
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