I’m going to break the continuity here again to get this out there for all to hear. It’s an audio clip recorded on April 6th during Grandma Sue’s visit, while we were eating dinner. As usual, be prepared for the volume to be all over the place, sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet.
Here’s what you’ll hear:
“RECYCLE!” (his post popsicle request, meant for the wooden stick, as mentioned in a previous entry.) “RECYCLE THAT!” “DADDY!” “I yelled dat.” “I yell.” “I yell at daddy like dis ‘DADDDY!'” “Feet on table, no!” (A perfect one through ten that had us all silent, with our mouth’s agape.) “GO!” “Yaaaaaay!”
Here’s the clip, weighing in at 1.5MB, should be fine for anybody at any speed.
I particularly love the part where he says “I yell at daddy like dis ‘DADDY!'” It isn’t quite as clear as what I just wrote, but it is what he’s trying to say. I love it because he’s doing many very advanced things with that… he’s recounting an event that just happened, he’s quoting himself, and he thinks that something that he did was funny. There’s a whole lot going on in that brain!
He’s a communicator these days. Example? Melissa and I used to name a list of things, when he seemed to want more of something but couldn’t tell us what. Now we offer up a guess and he says “No, want bed.” (Which is actually bread; he’s working on that part, yet.)
Ian speaks to us in long sentences now. He doesn’t just say a word or two, he tells you all about it. “Mommy in bed, Mommy sleepin.” He doesn’t do much without a word or two at least… Like he can’t hand me something without throwing in “Thar go, Daddy!” And he has a lexicon of words to choose from about a vast array of subject so he’s ready to go. If you step out of your shoes at our front door, prepare to hear “{your name here}’s shoes!” Also things like “Mommy’s car!” “More dip, peez.” “Welcome home, Mommy!” And I’m seriously not coming up with very good ones here. We have long conversations where I sit with rapt attention while he describes what just happened, or figure out what he wants. It is really great, actually.
Me – Ian are you all done?
i – all done. (wide sweeping hand gesture, like an umpire calling a base runner “safe.”)
Me – Can I get you anything else?
i – pewpull popsicle? (high pitched at the end, like a question; and really cute.)
Me – You want a purple popsicle?
i – mmhmm!! (eats popsicle without dropping even a tiny bit… finishes up… reaches popsicle stick up in the air, and he says, with perfect clarity — ) Recycle! Recycle! (Melissa uses them for plant markers in her garden. He’s on a huge recycling kick; to the point that I have to double check what’s been recycled to make sure it doesn’t contain things we wanted to keep.)
The other week, at a kid’s gym, a young boy started talking to Melissa, Ian and I… and Ian looked up at him and said “name is Een.” (Pretty much “My name is Ian.”)
That’s not to say everything makes sense that he says, but you can tell he’s not just making stuff up, either. Sometimes an entire sentence will be spoken in a hilarious conversational way, with accompanying hand-gestures and a enthusiastic nod or two… and yet mean nothing to you. Obviously it means something to him, however, because he repeats the sentence verbatim, upon request.
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn.”
Me – “What?”
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn, Daddy.”
He will say “my” in place of certain things, like “I’m” or “I” at times. For example “Are you eating?” might be answered with “My eating.”
Oh and… well for those of you easily offended, please skip this paragraph. Ian has one mispronunciation that is both endearing and hilarious at the same time. Ask him if he’s currently fishing and he’ll say “My pissing.” At TGI Friday’s he pointed at a mounted fish on the wall and said “Piss.” This is not the norm, I should clarify: generally his pronunciation is stunning, lately.
Watch for additions after this sentence… as I’m remembering stuff I’ll add to this post for a little while.
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Ok the first one isn’t little so much as important. A couple days ago Levi Schoenborn was finally allowed to leave the hospital, having recovered for the most part from RSV. I can’t imagine what it was like being away from home for so long, and not being able to hold your child for so long.
Here’s some recent Ian stories.
Two days ago (the 27th) Ian sneezed directly into his hand. It looked so natural and good that I didn’t even notice until Ian’s Mommy said “DID YOU SEE THAT?” We gushed praise on him, and he blushed a bit and smiled wide.
Last night Ian ordered me to sit down so I could get a second hug before he went to sleep, that was awesome. It was particularly nice because sometimes he’s been a little difficult — and while I don’t get angry or insulted, it is hard not to feel a little discouraged when your son is yelling “NO DADDY” at you repeatedly.
Talking with Ian about whether or not he’d like a brother or sister, Ian has stated his opinion: That he would like one. No this doesn’t mean anything yet, don’t start counting days or anything.
I think we’re retiring the booster chair in favor of our less-tall travel booster chair. That kid is always growing.
We’re all noticing the grass is greening up a bit, and are looking forward to being able to run around outside. As it is, we’ve had a few opportunities in the last week, and have taken advantage of them whenever possible.
I joined a group of stay-at-home Grand Rapids Dads. Most of them aren’t working, and literally take care of the kids all day. But they meet on Mondays and Wednesdays, and as you probably know, Monday is my day with Ian… so I’m going to join them on Mondays if they’re doing anything fun. Already it has worked to Melissa and I’s advantage; they have a map of places where they meet and it is basically all the fun places one might want to take their kid in the area. On Friday night we checked out a kid’s gym, and Ian had a blast; it was free too. He’ll probably like it more when he’s a bit older, but he had plenty of fun. I’ve got some video, which I will try to share shortly
I’ve got a great video of Ian eating cereal and discovering the magic of the cereal box toy that is sometimes present. He’s still not sure why a new toy isn’t available whenever you open the box again, but he certainly enjoyed the one that did come out.
Ian’s really been paying attention to the potty lately. We’ve got an Elmo video about the potty and I think it has helped him a lot. (It is brought to you by the letter “P” and the number “2.” I’m not kidding. I thought that was hilarious.) On our note from daycare last week there was a small smiley face and a circle around “tried potty,” and he has been kind of experimenting with it at home as well.
I can’t help but feel lately that it is race between Ian figuring out how to defeat the baby-proofing on some of the cabinets, and having him understand what “poison” is. When I open a cabinet that he can’t, he looks at it with his brow furrowed, and tries it himself a few times. Based on the complexity of the things he CAN do at this point, it almost seems like he hasn’t broken into them out of courtesy to Melissa and I, or something. I know it won’t be long, guess we need to move some things around.
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Awesome Audio
I’m going to break the continuity here again to get this out there for all to hear. It’s an audio clip recorded on April 6th during Grandma Sue’s visit, while we were eating dinner. As usual, be prepared for the volume to be all over the place, sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet.
Here’s what you’ll hear:
“RECYCLE!” (his post popsicle request, meant for the wooden stick, as mentioned in a previous entry.) “RECYCLE THAT!” “DADDY!” “I yelled dat.” “I yell.” “I yell at daddy like dis ‘DADDDY!'” “Feet on table, no!” (A perfect one through ten that had us all silent, with our mouth’s agape.) “GO!” “Yaaaaaay!”
Here’s the clip, weighing in at 1.5MB, should be fine for anybody at any speed.
I particularly love the part where he says “I yell at daddy like dis ‘DADDY!'” It isn’t quite as clear as what I just wrote, but it is what he’s trying to say. I love it because he’s doing many very advanced things with that… he’s recounting an event that just happened, he’s quoting himself, and he thinks that something that he did was funny. There’s a whole lot going on in that brain!
Lots to Say
He’s a communicator these days. Example? Melissa and I used to name a list of things, when he seemed to want more of something but couldn’t tell us what. Now we offer up a guess and he says “No, want bed.” (Which is actually bread; he’s working on that part, yet.)
Ian speaks to us in long sentences now. He doesn’t just say a word or two, he tells you all about it. “Mommy in bed, Mommy sleepin.” He doesn’t do much without a word or two at least… Like he can’t hand me something without throwing in “Thar go, Daddy!” And he has a lexicon of words to choose from about a vast array of subject so he’s ready to go. If you step out of your shoes at our front door, prepare to hear “{your name here}’s shoes!” Also things like “Mommy’s car!” “More dip, peez.” “Welcome home, Mommy!” And I’m seriously not coming up with very good ones here. We have long conversations where I sit with rapt attention while he describes what just happened, or figure out what he wants. It is really great, actually.
Me – Ian are you all done?
i – all done. (wide sweeping hand gesture, like an umpire calling a base runner “safe.”)
Me – Can I get you anything else?
i – pewpull popsicle? (high pitched at the end, like a question; and really cute.)
Me – You want a purple popsicle?
i – mmhmm!! (eats popsicle without dropping even a tiny bit… finishes up… reaches popsicle stick up in the air, and he says, with perfect clarity — ) Recycle! Recycle! (Melissa uses them for plant markers in her garden. He’s on a huge recycling kick; to the point that I have to double check what’s been recycled to make sure it doesn’t contain things we wanted to keep.)
The other week, at a kid’s gym, a young boy started talking to Melissa, Ian and I… and Ian looked up at him and said “name is Een.” (Pretty much “My name is Ian.”)
That’s not to say everything makes sense that he says, but you can tell he’s not just making stuff up, either. Sometimes an entire sentence will be spoken in a hilarious conversational way, with accompanying hand-gestures and a enthusiastic nod or two… and yet mean nothing to you. Obviously it means something to him, however, because he repeats the sentence verbatim, upon request.
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn.”
Me – “What?”
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn, Daddy.”
He will say “my” in place of certain things, like “I’m” or “I” at times. For example “Are you eating?” might be answered with “My eating.”
Oh and… well for those of you easily offended, please skip this paragraph. Ian has one mispronunciation that is both endearing and hilarious at the same time. Ask him if he’s currently fishing and he’ll say “My pissing.” At TGI Friday’s he pointed at a mounted fish on the wall and said “Piss.” This is not the norm, I should clarify: generally his pronunciation is stunning, lately.
Watch for additions after this sentence… as I’m remembering stuff I’ll add to this post for a little while.
More Little Stories
Ok the first one isn’t little so much as important. A couple days ago Levi Schoenborn was finally allowed to leave the hospital, having recovered for the most part from RSV. I can’t imagine what it was like being away from home for so long, and not being able to hold your child for so long.
Here’s some recent Ian stories.
Two days ago (the 27th) Ian sneezed directly into his hand. It looked so natural and good that I didn’t even notice until Ian’s Mommy said “DID YOU SEE THAT?” We gushed praise on him, and he blushed a bit and smiled wide.
Last night Ian ordered me to sit down so I could get a second hug before he went to sleep, that was awesome. It was particularly nice because sometimes he’s been a little difficult — and while I don’t get angry or insulted, it is hard not to feel a little discouraged when your son is yelling “NO DADDY” at you repeatedly.
Talking with Ian about whether or not he’d like a brother or sister, Ian has stated his opinion: That he would like one. No this doesn’t mean anything yet, don’t start counting days or anything.
I think we’re retiring the booster chair in favor of our less-tall travel booster chair. That kid is always growing.
We’re all noticing the grass is greening up a bit, and are looking forward to being able to run around outside. As it is, we’ve had a few opportunities in the last week, and have taken advantage of them whenever possible.
I joined a group of stay-at-home Grand Rapids Dads. Most of them aren’t working, and literally take care of the kids all day. But they meet on Mondays and Wednesdays, and as you probably know, Monday is my day with Ian… so I’m going to join them on Mondays if they’re doing anything fun. Already it has worked to Melissa and I’s advantage; they have a map of places where they meet and it is basically all the fun places one might want to take their kid in the area. On Friday night we checked out a kid’s gym, and Ian had a blast; it was free too. He’ll probably like it more when he’s a bit older, but he had plenty of fun. I’ve got some video, which I will try to share shortly
I’ve got a great video of Ian eating cereal and discovering the magic of the cereal box toy that is sometimes present. He’s still not sure why a new toy isn’t available whenever you open the box again, but he certainly enjoyed the one that did come out.
Ian’s really been paying attention to the potty lately. We’ve got an Elmo video about the potty and I think it has helped him a lot. (It is brought to you by the letter “P” and the number “2.” I’m not kidding. I thought that was hilarious.) On our note from daycare last week there was a small smiley face and a circle around “tried potty,” and he has been kind of experimenting with it at home as well.
I can’t help but feel lately that it is race between Ian figuring out how to defeat the baby-proofing on some of the cabinets, and having him understand what “poison” is. When I open a cabinet that he can’t, he looks at it with his brow furrowed, and tries it himself a few times. Based on the complexity of the things he CAN do at this point, it almost seems like he hasn’t broken into them out of courtesy to Melissa and I, or something. I know it won’t be long, guess we need to move some things around.