Short blurbs…

We had a great time last week with Zak’s family and our little chatterbox. Our son gets more and more funny every day. Just a few examples:

He started using the word maybe. For instance, I told him not to blow on the cat’s face because the cat doesn’t like it. So he looked at me and said: “On his back, maybe?”.

He uses the word “use” a lot. Instead of asking if he can have something, or to say he wants to play with something, he’ll just say “baby use it”. Coming back from the shower, naked, he said really loud “Baby use penis” while pulling on it with all his might.

When having a meal, he’ll often start  a whole conversation of “up and down, and up and down, and around and around and around”… Not sure what he’s talking about, but it comes back all the time.

He now pretends to read. When he picks up a book and pretends to read it, it’s always the same gibberish. Same when he “plays” guitar and sings. It may even be a real song, we just can’t recognize it…

He started playing a fun game with his great-grandma of “You say yes, I say no”. At the end of our week there, he would just look at her and yell “NO!”. With a smile, though. It was all a game.

On the ferry ride home, he befriended a little girl. He just kept going to her and saying “Hi!”, and sticking around her. Really cute.

He went to bed by himself in our big tent (two steps away from the cabin, and we have a monitor). When we joined him one night, we found out he had removed his sleeping back and sleep sack (they were in a heap by the entrance), his teddy bear was at the other end of the tent, he had unzipped our sleeping bags and one of the vents, turned on the flashlight and then finally curled up in a ball to try and keep some heat on his mat. Luckily, the tent it high enough that he cannot reach the zippers. Yet.

I wish I had photos to post, but we’re too busy to proccess them. Soon, hopefully!

Memory lapse…

Do you have that problem too? I swear that yesterday I had an idea for two different posts that I wanted to do. But I didn’t have time to write them. Today, I have time… But I can’t, for the life of me, remember what I wanted to talk about.

I hate that!

The Tech generation…

Our computer is easily the most important piece of furniture in our house, and we would have a hard time living without Internet. So our son has started a long time ago to climb and sit on the computer chair and try and reach for the mouse or the keyboard. This morning, I was trying to tell him that we didn’t have time to play with the keyboard because we needed to go shop. His answer baffled me:
- Need to check email.

Zak wouldn’t believe me, but I couldn’t make this up. When we say that our babies imitate us! I don’t even think he knows what email is, at least not clearly, but I guess we must say that often: just a second, I need to check my email, or I need to write an email…

How long do we have before he asks us for an iPhone?

Stay-at-Home Dads…

Our neighbors and good friends had a son last July. Mom just went back to work and Dad quit his job to stay with the baby for an indefinite period of time. It’s great for Zak, who now has a male companion in hardship – he would sometimes go out with the Mom, but it’s not quite the same.

So on Friday (a work day), the four boys were enjoying a sunny day on Granville Island and an oldish lady who happened to be near them said:
- So you guys are babysitting?
Zak and our neighbor probably smiled at each other, and our neighbor replied:
- No, we’re stay-at-home dads.
- You mean you’re taking care of them today?
- No, we do that everyday. We send our wives to work.

I think the lady is still adjusting to the thought. I can’t help but be really proud of them. They’re breaking new grounds. And I think they enjoy blowing everyone’s mind away. Here is another example. On their way back, they took the small ferry home. A 4-year-old was drinking some Yop from a bottle and started chatting them up.
- I love drinking my yogurt! Does he like drinking yogurt?, he asked pointing at our son.
- Well, said Zak, I don’t think he’s ever had a chance.
Our neighbor chimed in:
- Well, the yogurt I make is so liquid that I think you could probably drink it.
- Hmmm, said Zak, ours is pretty thick but the last time I made it there were chunks in it, I think it’s the starter I’m using.
- Yeah, it does that sometimes, it’s not good.

The boy’s mother was looking at them with a lot of puzzlement. So here are two men taking care of young children, quite proficiently, and seemingly enjoying it, and they are talking about making their own yogurt. Not quite what you would expect in our society. I wish I had been there to see the look on her face.

Getting closer…

It’s almost time for the holidays. We’ll soon be leaving for Hornby Island, to spend time with Zak’s parents, sister, aunt and grandmother, then we’ll come back to wash our stuff and repack our suitcases before heading to Montreal and my side of the family. I can’t wait. It will be nice to be off and leave the city, and then it will be wonderful to see my family and especially to have my son spend some time with them. He’ll get 2 weeks of French immersion (he is now old enough to realize that it is French that is spoken on the street, in stores, etc., which will be a welcome chance). And my family hasn’t seen him since last summer: talk about a change! One year in the life of a toddler is an eternity.

So I may not be writing much for the first part of the summer. I’ll be enjoying life instead. My apologies in advance!


You know, these things that happen in the blink of an eye?

Sunday, Zak, our son and I biked to a nice park nearby. We played at the playground, then we went down a small hill to a tiny stream that runs through the park. Our son wanted to take his sandals off to dip his feet in the water (and exclaim Brrr!). Then it was time to go have our picnic, so I put his sandals back on. Zak was taking photos on the other side of the stream. Our son got up and started running forward, without looking, as he often does. I was still sitting, and we were about 3 feet away from the stream. By the time I managed to get up (and yell), our boy had already stepped on or near a rock or a log (I didn’t have time to analyse the situation), had slipped and was lying on his back in the very cold water, screaming to the top of his lungs.

We were lucky. First, I was only two steps away from him. Second, it was really warm, so there was no risk of hypothermia. We were able, once our boy calmed down a bit, to strip him down to his diaper, and his clothes dried very fast (and so did mine, although I skipped the stripping part). The water was only 2 or 3 inches deep, so I didn’t get wet from rescuing him, just from cuddling with him until he calmed down. Third, most of all, the only injury we managed to find was on his tongue. He bit it. Hard. It seemed rather painful, but it will heal fast, and it will leave no mark.

But it reminded me once again how things can happen and change so fast. Granted, if it had been a raging river or if it had been -5, we would have kept a closer watch on him. But still, I would have expected him to pay at least some attention to the fact that he was heading towards something that you cannot simply run into. Not at all! I guess I shouldn’t be surprised: about a month ago, he ran like that in the courtyard, at home, and went straight down a flight of stairs, landing on his head on the corner of a concrete step. That time, he had been biking a minute before, so he was wearing his bike helmet. He was more scared than hurt. But again, we were lucky. So many bad things can happen to a 2-year-old, it makes me dizzy just to think about it.

So I guess I won’t (think about it) and hope that our luck sticks. As for Sunday, once we got going again and found a treasure (geocaching), our boy started smiling again. At supper, though, he would take a bite and then pause and start crying, I guess when he would bite his tongue again. He seems like new this morning, so let’s hope that we can have a few days without injury now!