... and you've all asked for more...
Here is a vid of a hyper toddler playing with his balls. Note how he compliments himself on his throwing ability. If we all could be so self-congratulating.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Number Confusion
Anson has recently developed a love of numbers (except the number 7, which he likes to pretend just doesn't exist). "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10!" He loves to count to himself, as well as count the objects in front of him.
But numbers are confusing. The number "11" is not "1" "1", even though it really looks like "1" and "1". We had that discussion earlier this morning.
Words that sound like numbers are even more confusing. Take tonight, for instance, when Anson and J were coloring pictures for Mama. J wanted to write the typical 'To: Mama, From: Anson' on the paper. It didn't go so well.
J: "Ok, now I'm writing 'To: Mama'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: "No, 'To MAMA'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: Catching on... "Oh. Not 'To: Mama'. Let's do 'For: Mama' instead."
Anson: "Five!" "Six, Eight, Nine, Ten!"
J: "What do you think about 'Love Mama'?"
But numbers are confusing. The number "11" is not "1" "1", even though it really looks like "1" and "1". We had that discussion earlier this morning.
Words that sound like numbers are even more confusing. Take tonight, for instance, when Anson and J were coloring pictures for Mama. J wanted to write the typical 'To: Mama, From: Anson' on the paper. It didn't go so well.
J: "Ok, now I'm writing 'To: Mama'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: "No, 'To MAMA'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: Catching on... "Oh. Not 'To: Mama'. Let's do 'For: Mama' instead."
Anson: "Five!"
J: "What do you think about 'Love Mama'?"
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tough Little Doo
Anson recovered from his surgery quite well, the little man. He was sent home with some liquid tylenol + codeine, but we surprisingly didn't need it! The only medications he took, after surgery, was one dose of tylenol (grape flavored). He spent the day after surgery running around, and even went to the Minnesota Zoo with Daddy. The biggest bummer is that he can't go swimming until the stitches have completely dissolved.
One completely amazing, jaw-dropping thing: Anson actually asked to go to bed the night of his surgery! "Daddy, nap? Bottle?" This has never happened before, and will likely never happen again!
We have removed the big bandage, but still can't see the incision due to the steri-strips, which should fall off in a few days.
"After" Picture:
(Anson was not happy about having the large bandage removed, as it had really adhered to his skin. You can see some of the residual redness in the picture)
One completely amazing, jaw-dropping thing: Anson actually asked to go to bed the night of his surgery! "Daddy, nap? Bottle?" This has never happened before, and will likely never happen again!
We have removed the big bandage, but still can't see the incision due to the steri-strips, which should fall off in a few days.
"After" Picture:
(Anson was not happy about having the large bandage removed, as it had really adhered to his skin. You can see some of the residual redness in the picture)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
AnsonLind.Com is Updated!
Yes, I am a *bit* late in updating Anson's website. I wish I could say that the wait was worth it, but pictures have unfortunately been a bit scarce lately.
Anson has learned that whenever the camera appears, there is a fun picture displayed on the back of it. There is no more sitting nicely for pictures, or ignoring of the camera. Instead, whenever Anson sees the camera, he shouts "PICTURE!" and charges towards the camera, intent on seeing the picture displayed on the back.
I have a couple of videos as evidence...
Just prior to this video, Anson was happily yelling "Ball Ball BALLS!" and throwing the balls across the room. But then, when I pulled out the camera to document the cuteness, he unforuntately saw it, and the balls were immediately forgotten:
In this video, Anson is hard to understand, but he is saying "Pictures" repeatedly. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, slowly spinning around, trying to keep Anson in the camera's eye as he is doing his best to crawl over me to see the picture on the back of the camera:
Anson has learned that whenever the camera appears, there is a fun picture displayed on the back of it. There is no more sitting nicely for pictures, or ignoring of the camera. Instead, whenever Anson sees the camera, he shouts "PICTURE!" and charges towards the camera, intent on seeing the picture displayed on the back.
I have a couple of videos as evidence...
Just prior to this video, Anson was happily yelling "Ball Ball BALLS!" and throwing the balls across the room. But then, when I pulled out the camera to document the cuteness, he unforuntately saw it, and the balls were immediately forgotten:
In this video, Anson is hard to understand, but he is saying "Pictures" repeatedly. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, slowly spinning around, trying to keep Anson in the camera's eye as he is doing his best to crawl over me to see the picture on the back of the camera:
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Today = Surgery Day
And the little man did pretty well, even if they didn't bring us back until after he was fully awake and freaking out. We found him being carried around by a nurse trying to soothe him - of COURSE he's going to scream if he wakes up disoriented in a room full of funny looking strangers.
Here's the before picture:
Here's the before picture:
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Cursed Mama Genes
Way, way back in February, I posted this:
http://themamadoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-my-child.html
about how Anson is definitely Joe's child, and that the only thing linking him genetically to me is a little tag of skin on his left collarbone.
Fast forward to July, a few weeks ago, when a little lump appeared directly under that very skin tag. Over the next couple of weeks, the skin tag swelled and became infected. The little lump became gumball sized, causing strangers to ask me, "What IS that on his chest?"
Turns out that whenever you see a skin tag, it is attached to a tiny cyst. Anson's tiny cyst decided it needed to draw attention to itself, and now he is scheduled to have it surgically removed sometime next week. Have I mentioned that, not only do I have that same skin tag, but I also have had more than my share of cysts that have also had to be removed. Yes, this is directly a fault of my genes.
So, from his Daddy, Anson received a brilliant smile and absolute cuteness. From his Mama, he received a pus-filled oozing lump that will make him absolutely miserable next week when it is taken out.
* * *
Earlier today, I noticed something else of mine appearing in his little body... he was performing a morning stretch, and as he reached his arms above his head, I witnessed his elbows twisting into contortionist angles.
Anson has my double-jointed elbows. I don't know whether to be excited, or frightened.
http://themamadoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-my-child.html
about how Anson is definitely Joe's child, and that the only thing linking him genetically to me is a little tag of skin on his left collarbone.
Fast forward to July, a few weeks ago, when a little lump appeared directly under that very skin tag. Over the next couple of weeks, the skin tag swelled and became infected. The little lump became gumball sized, causing strangers to ask me, "What IS that on his chest?"
Turns out that whenever you see a skin tag, it is attached to a tiny cyst. Anson's tiny cyst decided it needed to draw attention to itself, and now he is scheduled to have it surgically removed sometime next week. Have I mentioned that, not only do I have that same skin tag, but I also have had more than my share of cysts that have also had to be removed. Yes, this is directly a fault of my genes.
So, from his Daddy, Anson received a brilliant smile and absolute cuteness. From his Mama, he received a pus-filled oozing lump that will make him absolutely miserable next week when it is taken out.
* * *
Earlier today, I noticed something else of mine appearing in his little body... he was performing a morning stretch, and as he reached his arms above his head, I witnessed his elbows twisting into contortionist angles.
Anson has my double-jointed elbows. I don't know whether to be excited, or frightened.
Friday, August 7, 2009
New Favorite Game
*Note: must be initiated by Anson
Anson: "Guess What?"
Participant: "Guess What?" (Note: world may end should the Participant merely say, "What?")
Anson: "Yellow Raspber-berry!"
Anson: "Guess What?"
Participant: "Guess What?" (Note: world may end should the Participant merely say, "What?")
Anson: "Yellow Raspber-berry!"
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Recovering
NAUCC ended yesterday, with the Final Party. Today was a day of recovery.
Da-Doo relished having BOTH of his parents home with him, and was thrilled not to have to go off to watch unicycles ("No more noo-nees"). We spent the morning watching cartoons on the couch (television watching is a rarity at our house), and even ventured to the neighbor's to visit the lemonade stand. The afternoon saw all of us taking serious naps. At one point, I woke up, ate some mashed potatoes, then went back to napping.
We were intending to get the house cleaned up, cars cleaned out, and grocery shopping completed (as our best snack food currently is mashed potatoes). J made good headway in cleaning the kitchen, but we are still left with a seriously trashed house.
None of us is looking forward to going to work/daycare tomorrow, and being faced with the prospect of house/yard work upon returning home tomorrow night is depressing.
NAUCC was utterly crazy, and we were left bone-tired by Day 2 of 7. Our long distance events went off great, and we made it to two different pubs on our Unicycle Pub Crawl before we were rained out. Spent a little time with lots of friends we see only once a year, but weren't able to spend good chunks of time with the many people we were hoping to.
As I type this, I'm back to laying on the couch once again, still exhausted even after a day of sloth, faced with a house that is showing more than a week's worth of neglect. But, yes, it was more than worth it!
Da-Doo relished having BOTH of his parents home with him, and was thrilled not to have to go off to watch unicycles ("No more noo-nees"). We spent the morning watching cartoons on the couch (television watching is a rarity at our house), and even ventured to the neighbor's to visit the lemonade stand. The afternoon saw all of us taking serious naps. At one point, I woke up, ate some mashed potatoes, then went back to napping.
We were intending to get the house cleaned up, cars cleaned out, and grocery shopping completed (as our best snack food currently is mashed potatoes). J made good headway in cleaning the kitchen, but we are still left with a seriously trashed house.
None of us is looking forward to going to work/daycare tomorrow, and being faced with the prospect of house/yard work upon returning home tomorrow night is depressing.
NAUCC was utterly crazy, and we were left bone-tired by Day 2 of 7. Our long distance events went off great, and we made it to two different pubs on our Unicycle Pub Crawl before we were rained out. Spent a little time with lots of friends we see only once a year, but weren't able to spend good chunks of time with the many people we were hoping to.
As I type this, I'm back to laying on the couch once again, still exhausted even after a day of sloth, faced with a house that is showing more than a week's worth of neglect. But, yes, it was more than worth it!
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