Here's a quick shot of Aletheia with our new friend Jane from Buenos Aires.
A blog about a kid. I like her.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
"I have milk."
"It's a puppy." (Looking at a picture in a book.)
Pretty good for a kid who's 19 months and 17 days old.
Allie had her first visit with her new pediatrician, Dr. Best, today. No illness or anything, this was just the initial "get to know you" appointment. The new stats: 25 pounds, 32 inches. She's about 50th percentile on weight, 75th on height, and 90th for head circumference. Tall, slim, lots of brains. Lucky girl.
She kissed Elmo goodnight but still won't kiss us. If only I were red and furry.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It's still very busy around here. Not everything is unboxed yet--at home or at my office--and the normal new job/new city/new home transitions are going on. But Aletheia appears to have adjusted well. She's sleeping through the night again, and she has several new little friends at church. So all is good.
We're definitely moving into toddlerdom. She's learning how to object, and occasionally there's a mini-tantrum, although she's just as likely to take a move from the civil disobedience playbook and go limp. But those are rare occurrences. She's still the most good-natured kid I know.
She's reached the stage where she thinks it is great fun to do for mommy and daddy what they have been doing for her. She'll feed me, brush my hair, tickle me. It's a lot of fun. And her vocabulary seems to grow every day. Recently she's mastered light, shoes, socks, shirt, and lady. She really likes green beans, but for the moment she calls them "bean beans," which somehow is about the funnest thing I've ever heard. She had green beans tonight, and I couldn't stop laughing, which just encouraged her. "Bean beans! Bean beans! Bean beans!" she chanted, giggling all the while. And I got one of her adorable squinty-eyed smiles.
She also knows the Sesame Street character Elmo, although we don't know how, since she never watches TV. But he's on her diapers, and on a couple of toys. And she just loves him. But she can't quite pronounce his name right. "Melmo! Melmo!"
Mommy bought her a book with an Elmo puppet, and when the Elmo puppet is talking to her, she's mesmerized. "Can you clap, Aletheia?" And she clap, clap, claps, wide-eyed, in wonder. "Can you rub your tummy?" Rub, rub, rub. "Can I get a kiss?" She leans in and kisses Elmo on the cheek, which she won't do for mommy or daddy yet. But that's okay, too.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
This is the east wall, where the changing table is, plus one of Aletheia's favorite parts of the room, her mirror.
Turning to the left, on the south wall we have a wide window with red curtains.
Slight left again and we're looking at the southwest corner of the room. More ladybugs on the wall and the shelf, plus you get a glimpse of the ladybug dresser I painted for her before she was born.
West wall. You might notice the nightlight is upside down. For some reason, all the outlets in the whole house are like that. It's not too inconvenient, except when we have to stand on our heads to watch TV.
North wall. The kid has a lot of books. Which is good because sitting down and turning the pages of a book is absolutely her favorite thing to do. And it doesn't matter if it has pictures or not. She seems just as happy with The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe as she does with Goodnight, Moon.
Weird kid. But I like her.
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