Thursday, March 30, 2006

He's got a lot of teeth...

Some of those teeth have been bothering him, but we've caught him at a fun moment.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Is 19 months old too young for his own phone?

When mama was away for work two weeks ago, I called her in Arizona and spoke to her for 8 minutes straight. The things I like to say most are "hi" and "no" but we talked about other things too. Since then, I have been talking on the phone a lot. I particularly like talking to my grandma.

If you call me, maybe you'll hear some of my new words like [ha] for "hot", [che] for "cheez-its" (which I absolutely love-and it has to be the name-brand for me), [chi] for "chicken", [see] for "see ya", [k]* or [k-k] (no vowel pronounced) for "cookie" and [ish], my all-purpose deictic word translating roughly to "that thing there". My parents' favorite new word is "banana" which I say by wildly flapping my tongue in and out of my mouth. It ends up sounding something like [abla] or [blabla]. I can also make the signs for "milk" and "eat" but you can't hear those on the phone...

*[k] is a homonym and can also mean "kirk" as in Captain James T. Kirk.

Friday, March 17, 2006

We are proud to be raising a sci fi geek

Aizay can identify Captain James T Kirk. I have a t-shirt from Trek Fest (held every year in Riverside, IA). My shirt is not completely unlike this one in that Captain Kirk's head is prominently displayed in the middle of the shirt. This morning, without my prompting, Aizay pointed to Captain Kirk and said, "ka". We will definitely be visiting Trek Fest this year on June 24th and we will post pictures. Maybe we should dress Aizay up and enter him into the costume contest...

Thursday, March 16, 2006

mmm mmm good

Aizay likes his fruit unadulterated. He won't eat apple when it's cut up and he gets upset if a banana comes completely out of the peel. I guess that's easier for us...

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Aizay's Hat

Aizay put his hat on all by himself!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

All he needs is a chair and a comfortable pile of books.

The boy loves books. He loves to read them, he loves to throw them up in the air by the handful, he loves to tear out their pages and the cleverly designed flaps which when opened reveal secret pictures and were thought so educational by his parents and other well-meaning gift givers. He also loves to sit on them.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. I enjoy as much as the next guy parking my buttocks on a mystery novel or a treatise on global warming or two. But he takes it to the extreme.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006