Fawn Island, July 2008, Part I
Before we begin this entry I want to give a quick update about newbaby… we went to the doctor today and everything appears to be normal and healthy. We heard a heartbeat, the baby moved around a bit, and we scheduled an ultrasound for next month. Another doctor’s appointment in two weeks.
Ok, so it has been a busy week, which is generally a good thing. Monday wasn’t so great, I admit, because Ian sort of had to come down off of his awesome weekend “high.” We were both pretty exhausted with each other by the end of the day. I think he might also be dealing with a cold. But the rest of this “busy” week came with good news on the job front — it looks like I’ll be getting my position back with the company I worked for out in Kansas. They got a new grant and need a programmer, and here I am. It isn’t fantastic money, but it is a nice supplemental income. I’ll be doing freelance on the side. Speaking of which I have a couple of freelance gigs on the horizon. I’ve been wheelin’ and dealin’.
Amusing things that Ian has said recently:
“Want the whole, big cookie.” (hopefully to be seen in a video here soon, a little bite of cookie was simply not enough.)
“Come on IN!” (said with the lilt of 1950’s TV mom.)
“Dog cookies for Co-Co.” (This took place up at the island. Cocoa is Pat and Erik’s dog that is sometimes up there — how he remembered Cocoa’s name, I have no idea.)
Sunday morning up at the cottage, Grandma Marcia offered Ian a piece of a breakfast cinnamon cake – and he accepted. Marcia then had to do the usual Ian set-up of putting a plastic mat on the floor, getting out a plate, cutting him a piece, etc… Ian looked over at Grampa Dave and said “Grampa Dave, what happened to my cake?!?” (I guess Ian’s way of saying that this was taking too long… but don’t worry Grandma, there’s no such thing as “early enough” when it comes to cake and Ian.)
“You not liffning” (that’s “you’re not listening,” said to Melissa.)
…and a host of others. You can have a full-fledged multi-subject conversation with this kid now. Heck, sometimes he has one with himself. I jsut wish I could get some of these recorded.
Here’s how the cottage trip went:
We arrived the evening of the 17th to a swarm of mosquitoes attacking us in the parking lot! This turned out to be the only even slightly bad thing that happened over the weekend… Everybody had a good time, and Ian was basically an angel. We’ll start the pictures and our coverage of Fawn Island July 2008 on Saturday morning… See this image larger.
Ian attempts his best “hardened salty sailor” look. See this image larger.
Then I played peek-a-boo from under the bill of my hat, and got a smile, and the general announcement: “Daddy’s being silly.” See this image larger.
I guess if Ian misbehaved at all I would say that it was in his ceaseless requests for a boat-ride! See this image larger.
Grampa Dave was happy to oblige, however! See this image larger.
Out on the open water, and it almost looks like he knows what he’s doing! See this image larger.
Then it was… See this image larger.
First Ian, while Mommy stood guard, and vice versa. See this image larger.
Remember the foam pad letters from the last visit to Fawn Island? Somebody who shall remain un-named (Grampa Dave) convinced Ian that the “C” was his helmet. See this image larger.
The “L” also made a good golf club, and looky there, the “T” made a nice… well.. “Tee!” See this image larger.
A big loop of letter-pads and a little guard rail, and a racetrack came to life. See this image larger.
Saftey “C” helmet in place, Ian drags his mommy to her appropriate spot. If I haven’t mentioned it, I love Melissa’s hair this way. It seems to look nice under any circumstances! See this image larger.
Gramma Marcia made ribs on Saturday night that were excellent — but we figured Ian would have no part of them, being a picky eater. But he surprised us all by shoving a rib in his mouth, gnawing for awhile, and pulling out am empty bone. He repeated this for 4 or 5 ribs! You bet he got a dessert cookie as a reward! See this image larger.
He ate that up too, you bet. See this image larger.
Grandma Marcia and Grampa Dave read Ian bedtime stories, and he went to bed a very happy camper! (Now he even has his “own” room at the cottage too! [Don’t get too used to it kiddo, share-time starts this winter!]) See this image larger.
It had rained a good portion of the evening on Saturday, but let up just as the sun was going down for a spectacular (at times double) rainbow! Too beautiful! See this image larger.
More to come in a day or two!