C’est l’heure du…

Dans la chronique développement du langage de fiston, voici la nouvelle phrase ajoutée à son répertoire, qu’il décline de plusieurs façons, les principales étant “c’est l’heure du dodo” et “c’est l’heure du souper”.

Hier soir, quand je lui ai demandé s’il voulait du “lait de maman” (dernière étape avant les préparatifs du coucher), il m’a fallu deux ou trois répétitions avant de comprendre ce qu’il essayait de me dire: “Non c’est l’heure du dodo”. Tentative de négation de la réalité très incorrecte grammaticalement, mais si charmante!

Pour ceux que ça intéresse, il est quand même allé au lit!

A very useful boy…

This morning, Zak was busy trying to finish a contract. He gave our son the cat food, asking him to feed the cat, which is a task he really likes to do (what could be funner than dumping food from a scoop into a bowl?). He got distracted by his work and when he realized it had been a while and went to see what was happening, he found out that our boy had filled up the entire food bowl AND the water bowl to the brim. Of course, I had just refilled the water bowl so that one had to be disposed of for cause of extreme sogginess. We had a good laugh.

In other matters, Zak really doesn’t like the DS idea. So after reading one of my cousin’s blog , I am looking to follow her exemple by finding a nickname that would fit our son well, so it would feel natural to use it instead of my son’s name while preserving his future privacy. If you have any ideas, make a suggestion in the comments! And yeah, I know, I post photos of him so I’m not doing a great job privacy-wize, but I figure that by the time he’s old enough to care, he won’t look like that anymore. And besides, it’s easier to find someone when you have their name than when you only have a photo. At least that’s my reasoning and I’m sticking to it (I really don’t want to stop posting photos… He’s so cute!)

Earth Run

Sunday morning, we headed to Stanley Park for Earth Run. The turn out was quite disappointing, but not unexpected when you consider that the race started at 8 am (registration was at 7, although we got there at 7:50 and barely made it before the start of the race). I suspect the early start was due to the fact that the MS race was happening around the same area a bit later in the morning. Not sure if it was due to bad planning on the part of the Earth run organizers or if it shows the importance devoted to Earth day…

So we had to rush like crazy to make it, and we were not even able to do the whole 5 km as we were with two other families with toddlers and in between the ones who wanted to walk (very slowly and mostly in the wrong direction), the one who fell in a mud puddle (ours of course) and the one who wanted to stop for a snack, we were so far behind the rest that we were strongly suggested to take a few shortcuts so people could clean up behind us. When we made it to the end (not all that far behind the last of the participants), there was almost no food and no goodies bag left.

Luckily, the weather was gorgeous and we were in good company, so we still had fun despite the disappointing event. The kids played at the playground after and we were able to catch up with our friends. One of them is pregnant again and due in July – her son will be 23 months old when the new one arrives. She walked with us despite being tired (and 20 pounds heavier than normal) and she’s still in a pretty good shape! The three boys were really cute and played very well together. And we made it there and back on our bikes without Zak having pain in his knee, which bares well for the future – let’s just hope I don’t jinx it by saying I hope he’s on the mend!

I need that!

In the category “Annoying things my son learned to say and shouldn’t have”, the first one was “Mine!”, what seems like eons ago. Fortunately, it didn’t last. The new one, which surprised us this weekend, is “I need that!”, accompanied by some pointing to an object that you or someone else is holding.

He probably got it from the same child who was responsible for the first annoying habit, a bad example all around. We are hoping this phase doesn’t last any longer than the first because it really gets on our nerves.

As for another annoying habit my son picked up this weekend (and this one, really, I don’t know where he got it from!), he decided to pretend that food was soap and to “wash his hands” with it at meal times. Yesterday, it was with sweet potato puree. This morning, it was with applesauce. It wouldn’t be so bad (after all, pretend play is good for his development) if he didn’t also want to wash his face with it, then his hair.

Apart from that, all is well. He’s still charming, even with a sweet potato facial. I just won’t give him the “big hug” he always asks for ;-)

Rock climbing…

We just came back from a 6 day trip to the West coast of Vancouver Island which transformed DS into a lean, mean, rock-climbing machine. Or a mountain goat, I’m not sure… The beaches there are very rocky, and he decided that rocks were meant to be climbed. So we spent a lot of time hunched over, holding his hands as he went up and down.

He also stepped in every puddle he could find, some deeper than his boots of course. He found a lot of treasures thanks to our new interest for geocaching – we really enjoyed it, and so did he. He dug in the sand and pebbles, he went up and down a ton of steps (mostly on hid dad’s back, but sometimes on his own two feet). He slept on a mattress on the floor of our bedroom, without bars to hold him in, and yet didn’t get up to make a mess all over the place. And he developed his vocabulary at an ever-impressing speed. I don’t know if it’s the contact of people other than us – my in-laws, who speak only English – but the trip also seems to have helped him differentiate between English and French. He would ask his grandma for water, then when I said I was the one who had the water, he would turn to me and say “de l’eau?”.

His favorite activity remained rock climbing. Set free in the middle of the beach, he would run towards the cliff (with mommy nearby – there was a cougar sighting in the area just a few days before) and start scaling it. And I’m not being facetious: although his attempts were not always met by success, he was really trying to climb some quite abrupt walls. We had to redirect his efforts to challenges that were more reasonable. But it was really cute to see him and to hear him repeat, after his daddy, “rock climber”.


Can someone explain to me…

…why DS will not wear his mittens outside when he’s playing, even when it’s cold enough to make his hands turn red (ok, that part I can understand: it makes it harder for him to handle stuff)…

But when we’re home, he spends half of his day with socks on his hands pretending they’re mittens and plays with all of his toys with his “mittens” on!

I guess I should start offering him socks for his hands when we’re outside…

What a view!

That was the view Sunday afternoon from the top of Dog Mountain…

View from Mount Seymour

We snowshoed for about an hour from Mount Seymour to get to this viewpoint, from which you can see Stanley Park (the big patch of green mostly surrounded by water on the top right of the photo) and Vancouver (the big mass of buildings just left of Stanley Park).  We had a blast on this wonderful sunny day and I was quite proud of myself for managing to carry about 30 pounds on my back for the 2.7 km it took to get there.

On top of Mount Seymour

Luckily, on the way back, Zak carried DS in his backpack and I took the light load. We were out much later than we expected, but thank’s to Julie’s cookies, DS was kept happy. And strangely, he didn’t fall asleep on the way home. He went to bed late but had a good nap, and he has been back to his old self ever since. No more whining (well, I wouldn’t say no more, but at least it has been reduced to normal proportions), and he has even started laughing again. Seeing the difference in his behaviour makes us realize he really must have been sick last week!