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Yeah, I been out of it for a bit, and lax about posting any kinds of updates.
So, here's a random rundown of sorts.
Recently, my son has picked up an adorable quirk, he uses the phrase "OK" now, kind of as a marker. I'm guessing he picked it up from one of us, possibly me, but I don't recall using it in quite the manner he does. Here's an example.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e f g pause.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e pause.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e f g h i j k lmnop t v w x y z.... etc
He'll go on like this for a good ten minutes. Amusing. Except when we're trying to put him to go to sleep. Then...not so fun. But he's just a kid learning and having fun doing it. It's hard not to appreciate the vigor with which he absorbs everything. I like to mix things up with him, push him to see what he's learned or what he might be capable of. I don't know from what I should expect him to be capable of at his age, I don't know have an inherent sense of what is "age appropriate" or not. I just throw everything I can at him, and see what sticks. If it sticks, I push a little further. For example, the other night during the wind down at bedtime, we were saying "clap hands, clap hands" and clapping our hands. So then I said: "Now, in French!" And he came back saying: "Tape, tape, tape des mains!" I was surprised not that he knew the French-we've been singing that little tune for quite some time--but that he understood that I wanted him to switch languages. Up to that point, I don't believe we've been making any delineation between English and French as we've been teaching him. So when I sprung that on him, his apparent comprehension of the request was a bit astonishing. Now, it could be a spurious correlation. He might have just remembered the French song, and sang it, because we were clapping hands. Yet it didn't feel like that at the moment. Yeah, I'm probably projecting more into it than the reality. Isn't normal parental behavior? Oh, and apparently, he can now do somersaults. He's been working on those for quite some time, ever since he saw another friend's son doing them in the nursery at church. (Said child is about a year older.) I predict a lot of somersaults in the near future.
While I was home sick end of last week, I perused one of those morning TV shows (I can't remember which) recorded on the TiVO because it was flagged due to Nigella Lawson appearing. Yes, we're unabashed Nigella fans. She's unquestionably my favorite TV cook. Not just because she's tall, dark, and sultry, with a British accent. Okay, that sure doesn't hurt. There's something about the style of her cooking and show that just clicks. A natural celebration of food when she talks and cooks, that entices in a way that most other TV cooks don't. It's sensual to a degree that I almost feel a part of the experience, as if the audience is actually in her home. Not merely watching her in the kitchen, but as if we were guests at the house. Perhaps it's quirky bits from the original show, like the not altogether uncommon instances during the credits/closing scenes of her "sneaking" into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Grabbing a bite of one of the dishes she'd shown on that show. She was promoting her latest cookbook, and in true Nigella fashion shortly after a bit about diabetes, there she was, unabashedly presenting a dish that was basically a caramel dip to go with a fresh fruit platter. A caramel made up of three different types of sugars! I think that's the other thing I love about her, when she does something, she shows it how she'd really cook it. Sure, she'll note as she goes how you might modify a dish to make it more calorie conscious, etc, but I get the impression that what she shows on screen, is what you'd be served if you ever happened to be invited to a party at her house. Not to give the impression that everything she makes is bad for you, hardly. She'll just as enthusiastically show a dish that celebrates vegetables, or a dish that is light, airy, and healthy. I think that's the key. She's not afraid of the food. It's not the enemy that must be conquered, to be kept in check, or controlled. It's something to enjoy in all its variations. Perhaps that's just a more European approach.
The other thing caught in that same broadcast was a short interview with Lynda Carter. Yes, you might recall her as Wonder Woman. Wow. Lynda Carter is still drop dead gorgeous. Honestly, if she put on a Wonder Woman outfit today, I'd believe it. And sure, there's probably a good stint of childhood nostalgia built in that opinion, because you know, child in the 70's, so maybe it's hard for me not to think of the her when I think of the character. But even trying to be objective about it, I think she looks amazing. I think it's the eyes. Her eyes still have that same sparkle that comes across even through the TV screen, particularly when she smiles. You know, now that I think about it, she might well be the cause of my general predilection towards brunettes. Now that I think about it, Nigella is also a brunette. My wife is a brunette. Just about everyone I ever dated was also a brunette. I think...yeah. I'm just going to go with brunettes for the win.
So, here's a random rundown of sorts.
Recently, my son has picked up an adorable quirk, he uses the phrase "OK" now, kind of as a marker. I'm guessing he picked it up from one of us, possibly me, but I don't recall using it in quite the manner he does. Here's an example.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e f g pause.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e pause.
OK. Abc's.
A b c d e f g h i j k lmnop t v w x y z.... etc
He'll go on like this for a good ten minutes. Amusing. Except when we're trying to put him to go to sleep. Then...not so fun. But he's just a kid learning and having fun doing it. It's hard not to appreciate the vigor with which he absorbs everything. I like to mix things up with him, push him to see what he's learned or what he might be capable of. I don't know from what I should expect him to be capable of at his age, I don't know have an inherent sense of what is "age appropriate" or not. I just throw everything I can at him, and see what sticks. If it sticks, I push a little further. For example, the other night during the wind down at bedtime, we were saying "clap hands, clap hands" and clapping our hands. So then I said: "Now, in French!" And he came back saying: "Tape, tape, tape des mains!" I was surprised not that he knew the French-we've been singing that little tune for quite some time--but that he understood that I wanted him to switch languages. Up to that point, I don't believe we've been making any delineation between English and French as we've been teaching him. So when I sprung that on him, his apparent comprehension of the request was a bit astonishing. Now, it could be a spurious correlation. He might have just remembered the French song, and sang it, because we were clapping hands. Yet it didn't feel like that at the moment. Yeah, I'm probably projecting more into it than the reality. Isn't normal parental behavior? Oh, and apparently, he can now do somersaults. He's been working on those for quite some time, ever since he saw another friend's son doing them in the nursery at church. (Said child is about a year older.) I predict a lot of somersaults in the near future.
While I was home sick end of last week, I perused one of those morning TV shows (I can't remember which) recorded on the TiVO because it was flagged due to Nigella Lawson appearing. Yes, we're unabashed Nigella fans. She's unquestionably my favorite TV cook. Not just because she's tall, dark, and sultry, with a British accent. Okay, that sure doesn't hurt. There's something about the style of her cooking and show that just clicks. A natural celebration of food when she talks and cooks, that entices in a way that most other TV cooks don't. It's sensual to a degree that I almost feel a part of the experience, as if the audience is actually in her home. Not merely watching her in the kitchen, but as if we were guests at the house. Perhaps it's quirky bits from the original show, like the not altogether uncommon instances during the credits/closing scenes of her "sneaking" into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Grabbing a bite of one of the dishes she'd shown on that show. She was promoting her latest cookbook, and in true Nigella fashion shortly after a bit about diabetes, there she was, unabashedly presenting a dish that was basically a caramel dip to go with a fresh fruit platter. A caramel made up of three different types of sugars! I think that's the other thing I love about her, when she does something, she shows it how she'd really cook it. Sure, she'll note as she goes how you might modify a dish to make it more calorie conscious, etc, but I get the impression that what she shows on screen, is what you'd be served if you ever happened to be invited to a party at her house. Not to give the impression that everything she makes is bad for you, hardly. She'll just as enthusiastically show a dish that celebrates vegetables, or a dish that is light, airy, and healthy. I think that's the key. She's not afraid of the food. It's not the enemy that must be conquered, to be kept in check, or controlled. It's something to enjoy in all its variations. Perhaps that's just a more European approach.
The other thing caught in that same broadcast was a short interview with Lynda Carter. Yes, you might recall her as Wonder Woman. Wow. Lynda Carter is still drop dead gorgeous. Honestly, if she put on a Wonder Woman outfit today, I'd believe it. And sure, there's probably a good stint of childhood nostalgia built in that opinion, because you know, child in the 70's, so maybe it's hard for me not to think of the her when I think of the character. But even trying to be objective about it, I think she looks amazing. I think it's the eyes. Her eyes still have that same sparkle that comes across even through the TV screen, particularly when she smiles. You know, now that I think about it, she might well be the cause of my general predilection towards brunettes. Now that I think about it, Nigella is also a brunette. My wife is a brunette. Just about everyone I ever dated was also a brunette. I think...yeah. I'm just going to go with brunettes for the win.