Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Henri's Second Haircut
Henri was such a good boy during his second haircut - his first in Taiwan with someone who didn't speak English... He didn't cry, try to get down or make things difficult in any way. I was proud of him. The little car seat probably helped a little.
Henri Update
Time flies. After Hen’s nap this afternoon I was sitting
with him on the coach – where he leisurely wakes up – staring up at a framed
picture of Henri from maybe around four months. It’s amazing how much change a year (and a few
months) can bring. Henri has become quite a little handful. He’s still really
sweet and really funny (see below "Henri the Toddler" video) – but he knows how to push my buttons and I’m starting
to think he’s doing it on purpose.
I think our main frustration at the moment is that he can
understand so much – but can communicate so little. I felt like we had a little
breakthrough today because he started crying right after a toy dropped so I
asked him to show me where it hurt and he grabbed his foot. I know this seems
like such a small thing (I did deduce that it was his foot before he told me) but
for me it was a real milestone. Two way communication that didn’t involve
whining or the ol’ “uh uh uh” routine! I
ran some cold water on it – which probably wasn’t necessary but I feel like it’s
a good sensory distraction– and that was that. Now I need to do a better job
asking questions he can somehow answer until he gets his words. Speaking of
words his current favorite words are “bubble” (which he says whenever I blow a
bubble with my gum) and “apple.”
He cracks me up every day. He does a happy dance when he
sees the family on Skype, our neighbors or really anyone he likes. This
involves some bobbing up and down, stomping and squealing. He’ll just up and
yell “go!” and start running back and forth across the apartment with his
little hands flapping. He likes to spin until he’s dizzy. He knows how to turn
the dishwasher on and when he finally succeeds in pushing the button hard
enough for it to cycle on he gets scared and runs over to me and grabs my leg
all terrified. Sometimes I think he’ll take any excuse to laugh. He will decide
saying “boo!” is hilarious so the next five minutes he’s just cracking up
saying “boo!” over and over.
Tonight was a push my buttons night. He went from opening and
slamming every kitchen cabinet, to seizing the remotes and messing up the TV
settings, to grabbing my cookbooks and throwing them across the room, to
climbing onto the coffee table repeatedly, back to the kitchen to empty one of
my drawers… I hate my mean voice and I
had to hear it a lot tonight.
I realize this is just the beginning…
Out and about with his lady friends
Last weekend we headed to the Taipei Childrens Recreation Center. It's only about a 15 minute car ride, is very affordible, and despite the drizzle, we enjoyed their handful of rides. We rode the teacups - twice. I think I prefer the tilt-a-whirl.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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