What does one even say after not blogging for nearly a month? Despite a four and a half day weekend, followed by a snow day, still silence? A week without facebook, even? I’m sorry, blog. I’ve neglected you. Please forgive me. (Though, I would like the record to say that I wrote a blog in the beginning of February that DID NOT PUBLISH. For shame, WordPress; I trusted you. And that makes this absence even MORE severe, so now I’m a little embarrassed.)
How about I tell you what Soren has been up to?
Soren has been climbing onto chairs as frequently as possible. He enjoys sitting at the piano (on the bench, naturally), and playing the keys delicately, alternately turning the pages of whatever music book is open.
Soren loves sitting on the potty and puuuushing with all his might, though still without success. Hey, it was his idea! I’m not silly enough to attempt to potty train a 17 month old boy. He saw a little girl (“Bay-bee!”) sitting on a potty on the cover of a potty-training book, he ran excitedly into the bathroom and insisted that we give him a chance. He loves going potty and he loooves flushing and HOT DAMN he loves washing his hands. Hey, I love my cloth diapers (and part of me is a little sad at the thought of giving those, and onesies, up), but who doesn’t like the idea of potty training their kid?
We’ve been doing a lot of coloring these days. I put his crayons and paper into a shallow box, in order to contain the mess. We left them out, and he, unfortunately, exercised his blossoming creativity all over the fireplace screen. Whoops. That’s how you learn, right? Tonight he discovered stickers (though I’ve used post-its to distract him for some time now), and they were a big hit. HUGE hit.
Will he sit and read a book to himself for minutes and minutes at a time? You bet he will. He’s particularly enamored recently of sitting on his little rocker with a book, though getting in while holding a book can be a bit of an ordeal. It’s pretty much adorable.
Soren loves the snow, especially making snowballs and then eating them. Soren loves bubbles, and everything that is round is called a bubble. We’ve suddenly realized that he knows a whole bunch of animal noises, even if they aren’t the, ah, traditional sounds. It worked for Arrested Development, right? A Co-Ca-Co-Ca-Co-Ca, anyone?
My parents, unbeknownst to Louis and I, have been working on teaching Soren the signs for please and thank you (leave it to grandparents). And he knows them! And uses them! Independently! What a champ.
Mostly, we are completely and totally amazed every day by the fact that we didn’t even know this tiny creature two years ago. To think that we had a family without him!
And he’s so gigantic! Sometimes, while I’m snuggling him, I look down at his legs and and arms sprawled everywhere and almost to my knees and I can’t believe that he managed to fit in my belly less than a year and a half ago.
He runs! He jumps! He dances! He laughs and shrieks and chatters and sings almost constantly. Sneezing is the funniest thing in the world, and he’s just! so! HAPPY for you if you get to sneeze, too! Twice, he turned himself in a somersault, but we haven’t been able to get him to repeat that trick.
Soren loves to walk himself and he loves to help, so I’ve been having him carry something when we go places. His total commitment to carrying whatever that thing may be is precious. He’s less committed to holding my hand during those times, but we’re working on it. It’s mostly just that he would prefer to RUN everywhere, and mama just walks. I mean, I walk fast compared to most people (though, not quite Katie Reeves, because, hello, I don’t break physics when I walk), but I don’t RUN, and SOREN WANTS TO RUN. Tonight, I had to grab something at Safeway, so I brought him along and had him carry the (reusable, duh) grocery sack around the store, and he was so very focused on doing a good job at it. Despite trying to dash off twice and having to be captured by his hood, he even waited mostly patiently for the two customers ahead of us in line!
He won’t say Soren, but if you ask him to, he points to himself and says, “Bay-bee!” He said mama all the time, and it is the nicest word of all of the words. And there are a lot of words. Soooo many words, many that haven’t even been identified and catalogued yet (by the Keepers of English, I mean, not just Louis and Lindsey, though probably some of those, too).
Ahem, anyway, I like him, and I happen to think that he’s the finest specimen of baby yet born.
A little off topic, perhaps, but did you know that SPLENDA now comes with a gram of fiber in each packet? SPLENDA. With fiber. Yogurt and cottage cheese and who knows what else now comes with fiber in it. Do you know what else comes with fiber? FRUIT. Vegetables. WHOLE GRAINS. Basically, the foods on most levels of the mighty food pyramid. You do not need to get one measly, pathetic gram of fiber from Splenda (SPLENDA, for goodness’ sake!), if you are eating what even remotely resembles a balanced diet. Buy a box of tangerines (so cheap and juicy!) and call it a day. Seriously, Americans. Not ok.
I mean, that was hardly even off topic.