Sunday, March 28, 2010
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Finnan is two and a half tomorrow. I can’t even start to list a few adjectives to aptly describe him right now. Depending on the week, day, hour, most adjectives describe him. He is fun, imaginative, creative, active, sweet, cuddly, impulsive, demanding, persistent, destructive, particular, generous, and careful. And that was all before breakfast. I know- this is what it means to be two. Nevertheless, going through this for the first time, I feel like I have joined him on his emotional rollercoaster. I am constantly asking myself questions: How should I encourage this behavior? How can I get him to stop that? Am I spending enough time with him? Is this worth intervening? How can I foster brotherly love? Will he stop whining? What will he be like in a couple years? Is there any way I can freeze time so that he will be two forever?
And I do really think about that last question. As many times as I have to take deep breaths during the day, I am filled with love, joy and pride hundreds more. I love having him home with me. I love eliciting a smile or a laugh. I love being the most important person in his life. And as you can see by the following, I love thinking about and talking about him.
Play: My favorite development since his turning two is the growing complexity of his imagination. Scenarios develop from all of his toys. Specific passengers need to be picked up at the train station, the boat (a rocking seat) is in some serious waves and is about the crash, or the tractor (the car from his rollercoaster) is bringing hay from the barn (his closet) for the horse (Jude). At the moment he likes to talk about farms and sharks the most. When he is pretending to be a shark or farmer, be careful not to call him Farmer Finnan. You’ll get an immediate, “Nooooo, farmer!” only to be followed a few minutes, “Nooooo, Finnan” after you have called him farmer. It’s hard to keep up. He loves to be outside and our backyard has become a little boy’s dream. The tree house, sand box, swing, dump trucks, tricycle, wheelbarrow, shovels provide endless entertainment whether it be 40 degrees or raining. I had Atticus put locks on both the gates, so he can play outside by himself. He could play outside by himself for hours. Much of his play revolves around “work.” A couple of weeks ago, my mom made us kitchen curtains. Finnan hadn’t been feeling well and was particularly whiny, but when he saw Atticus get his drill, the whining stopped. Finnan immediately went to his tool chest got his own drill, drill bits and hammer and got to work. He imitates all things Atticus does with tools, indoor and outdoor. When he has a tool in his hand, Finnan’s focus is amazing.
Speech: At two, I feel like Finnan barely surpassed the minimum vocabulary requirement (before “intervention” should be considered). In the past six months his vocabulary exploded. He is using hundreds of words and stringing them into sentences. He repeats everything. Not just everything you say but everything he says himself, as if he is trying to perfect the way it rolls off of his tongue. His language skills still cause a lot of frustration for the both of us, as either I don’t understand him or he can’t form words in a certain emotional state. He has started narrating books he is reading (After every page in Dear Zoo he says, “I sent him back.”) and he sings made up songs. Although he has randomly counting things, he has not seemed to master colors. Everything is green. Since he is speaking more, I am starting the manners push. We are working on please and thank you, yes mommy/daddy (to be transferred to yes ma’am/sir) and sorry. It will be exciting to watch him grow more competent and confident in his speech. I’ll also be excited when “Now!” is no longer his most commonly used word.
Jude: This has already turned into a typical brother relationship. Finnan has mastered the art of generously assigning one toy to Jude when they are playing. Jude already is not listening to his older brother’s rules and taking the one of the numerous other toys around. Jude is already batting Finnan away and pulling his hair. The other day I was cooking dinner and had Jude in the exer-saucer. Finnan was entertaining him when he suddenly started crying on the floor holding his finger. Not thirty seconds later Jude starts crying holding his finger. Ahh…the start of a beautiful relationship, I am sure. However, Finnan is very excited about Jude moving into his room. Or, at least he is excited that he’ll get to use a wrench to take the crib apart and put it back together. We’ll see how excited he is when Jude shows up in the crib.
Fears: Finnan has been afraid of the dark for a couple of months. He doesn't like to go into dark rooms and needs a light on when he goes to sleep. He is also strangely afraid of washcloths floating in the bath.
Other: Somehow his inconsequential appetite feeds his endless energy. Atticus described him perfectly when he said he eats like a snake. I guess this is also why he weighed in at only 26 lbs a couple of weeks ago and one of his commonly used phrases is “Pants fall down.” He is still wearing diapers. Occasionally when his pants fall down he’ll take off his diaper and ask to use the potty. Nothing has ever come of it though and since he isn’t expressing much interest and could stay in a dirty diaper all day (although based on observation by Gabriela, when he has a dirty diaper he often gets destructive), I don’t think I’ll be initiating potty training soon. He did however, teach himself to put on his Velcro gym shoes recently. He has started talking about and attempting to play football, basketball, baseball and “soccerball.” At this point, all the games seem to be an excuse to dive onto the ground. He needs about 14 hours of sleep a day and still wakes up grumpy about 75% of the time. He likes to watch TV and is often asking me “watch for a bit, watch TV for a bit.” He is limited to shows on Instant Netflix: Thomas, Dora, Caillou, and Mighty Machines. He still loves all books. The last time we went to the library he picked out a horrible book called Farmer Goff and the Turkey about a maniacal farmer who wants to kill his turkey but doesn’t because he wins blue ribbons. As we were in line checking it out he told me it was his favorite book. Ok, Finnan.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
After both Finnan and Jude each had two packs of yogurt on Friday morning, finishing off the 4 6-packs of Yo-Baby and Yo-Kids yogurt that I had bought earlier in the week, I realized we were spending almost $20 a week on yogurt. Ouch. Two boys, under 3, downing $20 just on yogurt!