The above picture is why folding your laundry in front of a one-year-old is not the most productive idea. Here's an update on Oscar. He can now say "Night, night" and "ball." As of today, I've heard a lot of "Ee-ee" when referring to Annie, so I'm going to go ahead and say that's his name for her. Now why I love this child: He loves to clean up. If he witnesses you putting something away, he immediately springs into action with the assist, even if it's not completely accurate (like throwing books in the trash). He grabs plastic grocery bags when he sees me changing the one in our trash can, even if they're from the drawer where I keep the bags for recycling because they have holes. A for effort, Oscar.He is also convinced that everything is a phone. Today, while attempting to fold the laundry, he kept putting socks up to my face, and saying something similar to the intonations of "hello." It took me a while to figure out, but I got it, mostly because EVERYTHING has been a phone for him, egg cartons, books, matchbox cars, food, and even the occasional, actual phone.
He's a man on the move alright. He's taken to carrying objects with him around the house, like a briefcase. Not that he's ever seen anyone with a briefcase. But it's very important to him, so who am I to judge? We have this "travel" fire station setup that folds and has a handle. It's now Oscar's attache case. Today he took a handled bucket we keep play-doh toys in and tried to wear it as a hat. With the lid still on it. Again, A for effort... but A+ for imagination.
Annie is becoming more of a big girl every day. Her reading is really coming along. Now, if we could only get some focus and attention span to go with it. It's really an amazing thing to watch a kid "get," though. I don't know how the human brain does it. Her interest in numbers has also taken flight. She tells her Papa on the phone to "Come home at 30:15." Guess she's on some weird cosmic military time. Or, she'll say, exasperated that she wishes she were "2034" so she could do something grown-ups do, like eat candy for lunch. She doesn't forget to be a kid though, and she's good at it. She loves to play "Disney World," which is basically house for any other child. Watching all PBS has crippled this child's pop-culture knowledge and knows not of princesses or Tinkerbell. She picks up a little at school, thus the name of her "town." I feel for this kid when she's older and the numerous clueless looks her friends will have to endure from her when discussing the latest Little Mermaid sequel. Some things are worth the hit, Annie. Trust me.
We're all doing fine though, healing from colds and waiting out the unusual cold that is this Louisville winter. People here just walk around looking confused by the weather. It's not supposed to be this cold or snowy here. Luckily we're from New England so we not afraid of coat chosen for warmth instead of good looks or the unattractive results of hat hair.
