Saturday, December 26, 2015

Booty

Watching the Empire Strikes back.

Jason and Sheree discussing Hans and Leia's initial argument about Hans leaving, to run from Jaba's bounty hunters.
Jason: Leia is in the wrong here.
Sheree: Leia got to him though--saying she didn't care about him personally leaving.
Jason: Hans is a good guy. Going back to save his friend. It's not ALL about the booty.
Jackson: It's mostly about the booty!

Sheree and Jason: *puzzled, oh shit! Looks.*

Jackson: I mean, he does have to pay Jaba.
Sheree: You mean like "Pirate's Booty"?
Jackson: yeah.

Sheree and Jason: *sparkle pound*

Friday, April 3, 2015

A boy and his dog

Yesterday, Jonah was resting his head on Patches's head.
Jonah: Mom, me and Patchy are connected.
Me: At the head?
Jonah: Yep. I learned it on Minecraft.
Me: I think you're connected at the soul. You and Patchy share a heart.
Jonah, grinning wildly!

Tonight, Jonah didn't make it up for story time. I found him crashed out, with his soulmate.

Monday, January 19, 2015

A holiday that's no holiday

Today is Martin Luther King Day. My kids are young, 7 and under. So I was very tempted to leave them to their bliss, glossing over the significance of this day and the ugly history that it represents. But then I had to explain why there was no school, and how this day is a holiday [for them] but not a holiday [for their parents]. That we therefore wouldn't celebrate by feasting or giving presents, but that we could read a book or watch a video about Dr. King.
Jamie recommended "My Friend Martin", but since we don't have an hour after  a week night dinner and the arm twisting of completing the week's homework, we watched 2 shorter videos. A picture book biography and the I Have A Dream speech.
Jonah (after seeing old black and white footage) asked when he [MLK] would die. Jackson responded that he was already dead, that he was shot right in the middle of the speech. And Jonah, who is very matter of fact about matters of life and death, wanted to watch video of the assassination.
I asked Jackson how he felt about people being treated differently/poorly because of their skin. He told me that it was wrong and that he was glad that didn't happen anymore.
Instead of nodding, I explained that it was still happening. I told him about urban racial tension between police and black communities. I told him about gender pay inequality, and I told him about gay people not being allowed to marry or losing their jobs over who they love.
These are heavy ideas for 7 and 4 and 3 year olds. They are heavy ideas for 38 year olds too.
But I also told him that it's getting better. That I believe the world will be better when he grows up. That people his age will treat people who are different better than people my age, and that people my age treat people better than people my parents' age.

Our Friend, Martin: http://youtu.be/ROracLAcRSc

A Picture Book Of Martin Luther King Jr: http://youtu.be/gGKYSUigWDY

Martin Luther King, Jr. I Have A Dream Speech: http://youtu.be/3vDWWy4CMhE

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Cedar spoons

We've been cutting trees to make a little more open space. It's necessary. The garden and orchard don't get enough light to set fruit, the trees are closing in around the chicken coop, and we can't see the sunset. Born and raised in the desert, we still feel bad cutting down any trees.
For Christmas, Jason gave me a very thoughtful gift. Hand carved, by him, from one of those recently felled trees. A cedar spoon.  It's lovely.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

It's On, Internet

This morning, I came downstairs and found Jackson watching Pokémon on the iPad. Totally normal.

-Mom, Mom! I'm watching this online!

=You're always online. What app are you using?

-No, I'm online. I was playing the Pokémon game, and I clicked something. It brought me to the internet and asked me "3×14=?" Then it let me watch!

So, OK. The battle to keep my kids' Internet habits clean or safe is ON. Honestly, I'm annoyed that the age checker gave him a 2nd grade math problem instead of "How old are you?" Because I think that might've bought me a couple of extra years before he learned that the answer to all difficult questions in the Universe is 42.

I won't be downloading any parental locks. I think it's folly to fight curiosity, and I do oppose sensorship.  I guess we are due a lecture on appropriate Internet viewing. If you have tips, please share.

In the meantime, I'm going to go with 'if you see naked people, close your eyes and hit back-back back-back as fast as possible.'

But perhaps I should send Google a Thank You note for eliminating porn from its search results.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Chicken whispering

Our chicken flock has been reduced to just 2 old ladies (6 and 8). Champagne is broody and won't leave the coop, Peaches is free ranging, alone and sad. We've just gotten 21 baby chicks. The kids are all smitten. Especially Jonah, who has made a connection to his chicken Rocky.  Everyday they ask to hold the baby chicks.
The babes were just moved outside, and Jackson is stepping up as their care taker. He rushes out early every morning to let them outside. Every night he catches them and puts them inside. It rained this evening, and with no prompting, Jackson was outside in the wet muck, rounding up chicks to make sure they stayed dry and safe.
He's also taken a liking to Peaches. He grabs her and holds her and talks to her. Today, he took her for rides down the slide. She's been incredibly docile about it. I think she's secretly terrified and playing dead instead of struggling.
I'm really proud of Jackson for taking on this responsibility.
I should also mention Evie. She overcame a deathly chicken fear (brought on by the vicious neighbor rooster). She'll go out to help Jackson with the roundup. Last night, she caught at least 6 of them.

And a big shout out to Jason for " upgrading the farm!" Not enough can be said about the fancy, nicely fitting, latching door. Especially after day 2 when it got a lever to be able to unlock it from the inside--no crawling through the tiny chicken hatch required on day 2. Thanks, boys, for doing the honors on day 1.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

"Nature versus Nurture" or "Reparenting My Brother"

If you asked me 15 years ago, having just earned a biology degree, whether nature or nurture mattered more, I would've emphatically responded nurture.  DNA codes for eye color and height and heart disease, but our behavior is certainly a result of our upbringing and life choices.
Today, I have a different answer. As a parent, watching my children show behavioral traits of their uncless--people they see a few days a year, I am confident that nature holds the trump card. As a parent, i hope to hold some sway--to be able to guide and shape these little people into quality citizens. As time passes, I doubt my influence. Today, I'm on the precipice of becoming a fatalist. Perhaps every action we ever make was predetermined by our genetic code.
I learned to believe in nature from watching Jackson's slight head cock; hearing him talk and talk and talk; and being contradicted by my son after every statement I make. I'm sure he has a lot of Dodge traits, but those are hard for me to identify. So I see Wesley, Jacob, and Frank.
Then Jonah was born--a pale, redheaded duplication of my brothers. At first I wasn't sure which one. My memories tell me it's Ellis, but that must be the greater age difference because photos show a better match to Morgan. Once he started to crawl and climb and get into things, I knew. My child is my brother, Morgan, reincarnated during his lifetime. I am reparenting my own brother. It's clear from the mischievous twinkle in Jonah ' s eyes, from the way he expresses his eyebrows--one at a time, and his drive to turn every situation into hilarity--when Jonah seeks out funny, there is no stopping him.
For those reasons, I believe in nature. I offer 2 stories that are suggesting fate:

When Morgan was almost 3, a girl was murdered in our neighborhood. It was tragic and traumatic for children and adults. We were lectured ever after about stranger danger and how to keep ourselves safe. That summer, Morgan came up with his defense. He said that "if a kidnapper ever grabs me, I'll just pull out my 'kidnapper trick', shove it into his face, and the kidnapper will let me go and I'll run away." He demonstrated by reaching into his pants and pulling out a wad of dirty/used toilet paper and waving it in everyone's face.
Last summer, Jonah told me "If a bad guy ever gets me, I'll shove a used pullup in his face." Thankfully, Jonah doesn't know about child abductions, and he wasn't wiping himself yet.

Jonah has started fibbing to avoid getting in trouble. His answer to the question "who did ______" is now always "ghosts did it." I've had the conversation a dozen times with him now. It's always "ghosts." Was it you, Jonah? "Ghosts" I think it was you. "No! Ghosts did that."
When Morgan was little, between the ages 3 and 8, every mishap was done by Freddy Krueger.  My little brother's imaginary friend/scapegoat was Freddy Krueger.  I'm pretty sure that if Jonah knew that name, he'd be using it.

I love and miss Morgan. He is full of fun, his conversations are engaging and lively (even when he purposefully picks an antagonistic side of an argument--say global warming.) Morgan was a delightful child. He was sweet, spirited, and found the fun in everything. It makes me happy to have Jonah surprise me with wonderful memories of my childhood and brother. Two souls connected through space and time by one double helix.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Big Girl Bed!

I should have converted her bed 2 months ago, the second the boys taught her to climb on top of the dresser part. 

••••DANGER••••DANGER••••

The three of them have had a wonderful time climbing, and jumping, and playing on the bed. But in the morning, Evie silently climbs up and lays on the dresser. There was a terribly crash today (not the first). Time to end it before she gets hurt.
Besides, look how proud she is.

I don't like this growing up stuff one bit.
(OK, maybe a little.)

Monday, July 8, 2013

Jonah, age 3

Tonight, the kids were exhausted from swimming all afternoon. Jonah and Evie went to bed very early. At 10:00, Jason and I were watching a movie. Evie got up...twice..and so Jason had brought her downstairs where she was being adorable. Fifteen minutes later, we heard little feet running down the hallway above us. Jason said it was just Jack running to the bathroom. It wasn't, and Jason told me it was my turn to go up, so I did...reluctantly.
Jonah was standing at the top of the stairs, tears streaming down his cheeks. He whispered, "Ah was lookeen fo ya" and gave me the most forlorn look I've ever seen. My heart broke open as I ran up the stairs, scooped him up, kissed his head, and tucked him back under his covers. I stayed there, next to him, petting his firey hair.
He hasn't quite fallen asleep yet, so I'm still next to him, my heart still bleeding a little from this reminder of how much he loves me, and how worried he was that I was gone.
Jonah is the kind of little boy who lives just in the moment; not in the past or future, not a day or hour or even 5 minutes away from the moment. His whole world is in the now. So when he didn't find me, he believed I was gone. I could see all the pain of loss on his tiny three year old face. It was terrible, but also wonderful, because it reminded me just how much I need this little boy. When you're the parent of a boy this challenging, it's important to be reminded sometimes.
A little boy who lives in the moment needs constant attention and entertaining. If he finds himself in a moment that isn't full enough, he fills it up. Once he gets started filling up a moment, he wants to fill the next moment, and the one after that. It's like a chain reaction.
I don't want to shock you, but when he fills up a moment, he wants to fill it with something funny and he finds destruction to be VERY funny. So if Jonah has a boring moment (which happens, regularly) it sets off a chain reacting wave of destruction with broken objects, terrorized dogs and siblings, dumped out containers, and noise. Through the exhaustion of cleaning up so much mayhem, I need a reminder now and then of how much I love my mischief maker.
I also worry about his teen years, the time of life that all boys struggle to make good decisions. Parents everywhere try to instill their children with a) fear of God and b) fear of My Mom Will Kick My Ass If I Do That!
It will be hard for this boy who lives in the moment to remember and put any emphasis on either a) or b). I hope and pray that he makes it through those teen years without doing any real harm to himself. I'm sure that while we're going through it I'll need reminders of how much I love him.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Science with Jackson

"Mom, where do animal babies come from?" "The same place as human babies." "Well, I know where ant babies come from. They poop out the eggs! Is that true, mom?" "yep, Jackson. The ants use the same hole to lay eggs as they use to poop. But only Queen ants lay eggs. The rest just lay poop." "Does that fertilize the eggs?"

Monday, June 18, 2012

Teachers

"Mommy, do you remember my old teachers' names? Mrs. Dakakiss and Mrs. Dakahug" That's Mrs Savidakis and Mrs Desautel. Pin It

Friday, March 23, 2012

Numbers

I am one beaming, proud mother these days. Jackson has suddenly hit the I-can't-get-enough-numbers phase and the duh-duh-duh-daddy phase.

With numbers, Jackson used to count to 3, then 5, then struggle with 6 but whiz through 7-8-9. All last year, he could make it to 13 before the rest of the teens came out garbled up. Around Christmas, he found a dinosaur math app on the iPad with addition and subtraction quizzes. He is able to tap out the solutions with just an occasional mistake.
This last week, he's been hitting his stride with counting. He easily makes it to 19, then struggles a little because he really wants there to be a number called "eleventeen". Yesterday, we were working through it: me--20, 21 Jackson--22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, twenty ten me--that's 30...31 Jackson--32, 33, 34... We made it all the way to 100 this way with jack trying to make 3010, 4010, etc and me correcting him to the next series. There was a lot of enthusiastic cheering when we reached 100. I think a few more times together, and he won't need me anymore. My kindergarten self would count to 100 to pass the time during car rides or waiting in line. I remember going with my father to the gravel yard and counting to 100 over and over while we got a truckload of pea gravel. I'm thrilled that my boy enjoys numbers too.

Jackson is also sharing his knowledge with his "mini-me", Jonah. This is great, because Jonah copies everything his big brother does. Jonah will sometimes count on his own as high as 4, but mostly he has the counting rhythm down. Jack will show Jonah how to count, but gets really frustrated that Jonah mixes up numbers or repeats one number over and over. This has all been prompting me to think about how math (or anything really) is learned. One night when jack was really frustrated and yelling at jonah how to do it the right way, I was able to get Jack's attention and talk to him about how Jonah was learning.
I explained how Jonah was new to it, and didn't know how to say the words for all of the numbers yet, but that was OK. He was learning how there was a rhythm to counting: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7... and even if Jonah just said, "9-9-9-9", he was learning the rhythm. I pointed out the numbers I had heard Jonah say "1-2-3-4-6-9" and explained how he would learn more numbers, and that saying the numbers even in the wrong order was helping him learn to count. I must have explained the process really well, because it really sunk in. Jackson cheerfully went back to helping Jonah count penguins, and I shot this video. Yeah, I know the video isn't super polished (even by my standards). I really think it captures the process of learning though, and the elements of the learning process.

Jack has made big strides in reading also. He is attending Lebanon Elementary Preschool now. It's just 3 hours a day, but it's been great. I've had a difficult time getting jack to pay attention to letters at home (except for the alphabet song, which for a while last summer was the only lullaby he'd accept). His preschool has succeeded where I couldn't. He has learned to write most of the letters now, and spends a lot of time writing his name. He's writing his first and last name now. A few months ago, it was just Jackson, and the focus was on making all the letters appear somewhere on the page. If he forgot the "c", he was happy to add it at the end. He also drew a very wonky "s". Now he writes the letters in order, although he struggles with writing left to write. When he writes it right to left, he also inverts all the letters except for the J.
He will sometimes ask me what letters he needs to spell other names like jonah or Evie. I usually write the new names once for him so that he can copy. This last week, he's been working on adding the dodge to his name. He can write it forward or backward now, although sometimes he picks up the g at the end.

Tonight he hit a major reading milestone. We were having bedtime stories, and "Gossie" was up. I like Gossie, and it was a nightly repeat when Jackson turned two. We really haven't read it since, but I've started picking it up since Jonah is just shy of two now. Jackson doesn't remember all the words, but he has the plotline down. A few days ago, he was "reading" it by repeating the parts of the text he has memorized and adlibbing the rest of the plot.
Tonight, his technique was completely different. He used his finger to underline the words as he went through the story, saying much of it from memory and filling in much of the rest. Then (and this was really magical for me) he started sounding some written words out!! "They were wuh-wuh-wuh-walking. On suh-suh-someone else's eff-fuh-fuh-Ä“-eet." This was such a moment of pride for me,to see the lights suddenly go on like that about how reading works. Really joyful pride on my part. We high-fived and exchanged pounds with fireworks and I laid the praise on thick (not in the forced, yay-another-tiny-success way, but in the -You-are-a-super-genius-and-I-am-overwhelmed-by-it kind of way) and I kissed his smart little head. I don't know if they cover how to sound out words at school, but when he quizzes me at home on spelling words, I usually say, "Pants start with P, puh-puh-puh-pants."

School has also been working on the concept of patterns, and jack is incorporating it into daily life. He gets really excited to find patterns. A few days ago, he found a pattern on a background wallpaper border in a picture book, duck-ball-duck-ball. I just noticed a duplo block tower with 8 dot red blocks stacked on side by side 4 dot green and blue blocks, stacked on 8 dot red blocks. Kind of a big deal for a kid who a year ago would still only use one color block at a time.

Have I gushed enough?! I can't help it. I'm really excited about all of the new, sudden progress my boy has made. I'm also fascinated by how the learning process works. It's amazing to see it unfold.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbytGWG50-U

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39yz8VL-Fsg




Thursday, February 9, 2012

Welcome Evelyn Rose

Introducing our baby girl, Evelyn Rose Dodge.  Born January 3, 2012, 3:23 pm -- 8 lbs, 7 oz -- 21 inches

"Evelyn" a grown up name with the sweet nickname "Evie", and "Rose" a family name from both Jason and my family.  Rose Winski was Jason's grandmother who was well loved by all in his family.  Rose Fox was my great aunt, the favorite of my mother and her sisters (who would have liked to pass her name on, but were unable to because they didn't have enough daughters or it clashed with the last name or whatever reason).  I remember visiting her home when I was very young and playing with her toys, but she passed away when I was only 5, so my own memory of her is very thin and fragmented.

So far, Evelyn has been a very content child who sleeps much of the day and much of the night.  During the in between times (7-11 am and 5-10 pm) she eats frequently and between eating is happy to snuggle in her parents' arms or to settle onto her bed or swing.  This is a very helpful quality in a child who has 2 brothers who need to eat or be dressed or snuggled during those same times, and patience is a quality that will still be useful when she's grown.

Evie has her daddy's dark hair, right now fuzzy and unruly, but sure to be tamed as it lengthens.  She has her mother's blue-grey eyes.  Maybe they'll change into the sky blue eyes of both her grandfathers or even the hazel eyes of her father, but for now they are momma's eyes.  Evelyn's fingers and toes are oh so long and slender.  They are neither her mother's hands nor her father's.  I think they might've come from her Nana and her Nana's mother.  I've been joking that she has giant kangaroo feet, and they are so long that her knit newborn baby booties had to be stretched onto her feet.  Today she most resembles her daddy and her brother Jackson, but that could change as well.


Speaking of big brothers, they adore her.  Jackson is anxious to teach her about the world.  He brings her objects to show her how they work or play.  He thinks she is the cutest baby ever to live, and so he calls her "Cute" instead of "Evie".  Jonah loves rubbing her fuzzy head, always rubbing her fuzzy head.  He's only now starting to develop some of the toddler jealousy, but not enough to over ride his urge to rub her fuzzy head.

Thanks to everyone who has wished us well.  We are overjoyed to have Evelyn join our family.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Early morning conversations.

We're camping at Cape Cod (Hurray!)
Jackson and I are up, and Jonah and Jason are asleep. I wanted to distract Jack so he wouldn't wake everyone up.
"Jackson, do you want to go for a walk?"
"Nah, I don't want to."
"What if we call it 'Exploring'?"
"hey, yeah. I learned about exploring on Diego!"

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Happy 10 Months, Jonah Baby!

My Jonah Baby has just turned 10 months old (yesterday).  The tiny little person who came to us as what seemed like an adorable blank slate, is now an exploding personality.  The personality is his own, and is most definitely NOT Jackson's.  Some of this was apparent from day one when we brought home a sweet content baby who turned into Mr. Hyde when he became either hungry or tired, and who could roll over at birth.  Jonah still wants what he wants when he wants it.  (Diaper changes are NOT what he wants).  Jonah is also fearless.

Just before Christmas, Jonah started pulling up on things.  He had been a belly crawler, so at first he could just pull up to stand on his knees.  Once he built up his strength on his knees, he started using them to get around and then started pulling up to feet.  Now he is usually standing up and most often uses this new ability to turn the TV on and off or to find and collect small objects in his mouth.  He's not quite ready to let go, but he is cruising a bit and will bend down to get things.  Every time he performs a new feat of strength, he laughs and glows with pride.

This last week, he's been saying "Muh-Ma" in EARNEST.  Sometimes when he says it, he looks at me with recognition and adoration.  But most of the time he says it because he wants something:  to be picked up, to not have his diaper changed, for his parents to come back in the room with him, to get out of a crib.  I think he's been listening to Jackson, who calls out "Mommeee" whenever he wants something or needs a problem solved.  Jonah is indiscriminate with his Muh-Ma's, and lets out a string if them when either parent leaves.

Jonah is also a good eater, unlike Jackson (who is a good drinker and subsists on a diet of chocolate milk, juice, and peanut butter).  Jonah likes vegetables--broccoli and cauliflower, potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans.  He's not a fan of fruit yet, the tartness makes his toes curl, but he likes fruit mixed with other things like baby cereal or blended into a smoothie.  Tonight, he ate 1/4 cup of baby cereal and plums, then ate more sweet potato and salmon than I did.      

Jackson and Jonah are good brothers together already.   Jonah likes to chase Jackson around and Jackson likes to say, "Ahh, Jonah.  Jonah is so cute."  Then he will spend hours trying to make him laugh.  If  Jonah laughs at something once, Jackson will keep doing it in the hopes of keeping him laughing, long past the point where Jonah gets bored of the gag.

I love to just watch Jonah move.  He glides along the floor at amazing speeds with his commando crawl.  Now with his standard crawl, he shimmies around so smoothly.  He likes to pick up objects with his left hand and use his little right pointer finger to touch things.  He likes to wiggle his finger against his lips making raspberry noises, and likes to have his people do it back.  He likes to shake his head back and forth with his people, and he likes to dance.  (At our weekly family dinners, we turn on the music and dance in the kitchen together after dinner.  This is a tradition I hope sticks as the boys grow.  Jackson made up a new dance move this week where he swings his hips around, so I pulled out some Elvis for him.) 

Jonah still has his little baby mohawk, but the rest of his hair is catching up, so its not so noticable unless there's a breeze.  And his hair is red, dark red, auburn I guess.  It's beautiful.  His eyes are a deep hazelly blue, and his skin is extra fair like his dad's. 

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Sea Shells

Jackson came downstairs today, very excited about the conch shell he'd reached from the bathroom windowsill.  He had it pressed against his ear, listening to the waves.  I had a listen too, then handed it back.  He took it, yelled into it, then held it back up to his ear.  Every 10 seconds, he pulled it away to freshen the echo by yelling into it and couldn't be dissuaded.
Love that boy!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Beginning Reading

Jackson learned his first two sight words this week. The first word is
"Toy" as in Toy Story. (Thank you Disney/Pixar logos). The second word
is "Joy", also pronounced "Toy Story".

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

"The Mother of all Curse Words" --blog post #200

A few weeks ago, I was buckling the kids in the car. Jackson picked up some card, then said, "this is a pain in the f-ing a-." I said, "what did you say?" and he repeated his previous statement. His statement was so random, so deliberate, and said in such a way that I knew he was trying the new words out, testing my parenting, and aware that he said something that just maybe was outside his current boundaries--something that I as a parent couldn't just let slide and hope it would go away. I took a deep breathe, snapped Jonah's buckle, and started my quickly conceived speech about that not being a nice thing to say. I was told, "well, Daddy thinks it's a nice thing to say" 
So great, he ratted his daddy out.  Of course he had learned this from daddy. I don't use this kind of language in front of my child and even if it had come from me, I leave the f- out of this particular phrase.  Then there's the dilema of how to punish him. My stern lecture would only go so far, time out was insufficient and uninforcible since  I clearly wasn't going back inside for 3 minutes on the stair. I couldn't see any other recourse besides the threat of soap.
I told him again that it wasn't a nice thing to say, not for little boys and not for mommy or daddy either. I told him those were dirty words and the only solution was to clean his mouth up by washing it with soap (trying to convince myself that it was a real connection and very reasonable punishment). I told him if mommy or daddy said it to remind us that it wasn't a nice thing to say and we would be in trouble too. Then I got in the car myself, hoped my speech was impressionative, and wondered how to break the news to my husband in a way that would serve to put him on notice as well.
A few days later, Jackson was bouncing around the house, and told me he might "fall and break his f-ing head." I repeated my speech and again listened to his arguement that daddy thought it was a nice thing to say. I repeated my speech with emphasis on the soap. 30 minutes later, Jack was jumping on the bed chanting about falling and "breaking his f-ing head". 
I put Jonah down and let out a deep sigh of disbelief. Disbelief of what I was hearing from my 3 1/2 year old, disbelief that I was really going to have to get the soap out, disbelief that my husband hadn't tempered his own language. Visions of that scene from "The Christmas Story" flashed through my mind as I picked up my sweet baby boy and carried him into the bathroom, his fate sealed. I gave him a longer speech. He was unphased. I showed him a bar of soap, then had to explain just what it was since we use a body wash with the kids and liquid soap at the sink. I had to hold him down to attempt to put it in his mouth. He grimmaced, and I touched the tiniest bit to his tooth. He ran away complaining, but did not repeat his chant. I took the next opportunity to again chastise my husband.  Jason has since been moping around, wearing his 'worst father in the world' medallion.
Those of you who know my Jackson know he loves to play with my iTouch. He calls it "mine game". If I take it to work, I come home hearing "mom, do you know where mine game is?" in the most pleading little voice. I have it loaded up with toddler aps. He plays them all, but mostly he plays Pocket God. I recognize that torturing pygmies is a little mature of a theme. I'm a little embarrassed that when we visited Utah, he showed everyone as he said, "see the zombies eat the kidneys brains and that makes more zombies". I rationalize that playing Pocket God is good for him because he has to take multi-sequenced steps to a given reaction, it's bigger than just cause and effect.
 He also uses the YouTube ap to watch videos of his own giggling self, muppets singing 'Ma Nama Na', or Donald Duck shorts. He saved a video of someone playing a Roger Rabbit video game to the YouTube favorites. I saw him watching it a couple times, and it was boring so I tuned it out after a few seconds. Normally I let him use the iTouch on his own. He likes to play it when he's "boring" because I'm cooking or taking care of Jonah or whatever.  A few nights ago, he was sitting next to me playing with the iTouch. He turned on the Roger Rabbit video. About 3 seconds beyond the point I'd been tuning out, the narrator said, "This right here is a pain in the f-ing a-". I think a "fall and break my f-ing head" might've been in the upcoming dialogue. Instead of waiting to listen for that, I snatched the itouch from Jackson's protesting fingers and erased the link from the memory.
Jason is relieved that he's no longer the worst parent in the world. He handed that title to me for letting my sweet little boy have unsupervised access to the Internet. YouTube. What was I thinking?! It could've been much worse, right?! So now we're both on notice, paying a little more attention to our language and to our little parrot's viewing habits. This parenting thing is gonna be a long looong road, sigh.  

Saturday, November 27, 2010

documenting life in motion

Here are some videos from the last couple of months.  We had some after dinner silliness on the last barbecue-able day of the year (or so we thought at the time).



Here is some dancing from Jackson.  Just the first 30 seconds are watchable.  The last minute involves trying to get the skeleton to glow in the dark. I think this is a different night than the previous video.




Jonah crawling.  This is about a month ago, when he only used his left leg.  You can tell by the grunting that it took considerable effort to propel himself.  Now he's moved on to using both feet.  His range tripled, and the grunting has passed.



Jonah taking a bath last week.  He splashes the daylights out of the tub, but on this night could not splash without holding the crab in his teeth.  By the way, I LOOOVE this tub.  It has always kept him upright and no slips.  I put him in it dry every morning when I get ready for school.



















And one more, from tonight..

















Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Making pie

Me: Jack, we've got work to do tonight. We've got to make pies.
Jack: yay! Is it gonna be bacon pie?! Or frosting pie with cookies?!