Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Great Train Animations

A friend of mine has made, for Ewan, these wonderful Flash animations of trains going by.


Train over the Bridge

---revised 7/5/06---

Really long train over the bridge

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

My Favorite Phrase

My favorite phrase in the English language is, "more please."

On Sunday I made a batch raspberry bars. After dinner I cut out a piece for dessert. I offered it to Ewan and like with any new food he rejected it emphatically until I said it was like a cookie. After one bite he smiled and looked at me and said, "more please." This morning we both overslept. To wake him up I started scratching his back, kissing his cheek, and talking to him. When he stirred I stopped and I heard the tiniest voice saying, "more please." So I kissed his cheek again and got a, "no no. more please, back."

When I hear it I've done something right or given him something really good. He always says it with this small voice and a shy grin.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Indian Rock Park

Saturday was a full day. In the morning we went swimming. After his nap we went to the Tilden steam trains again, and on the way out of there we stopped at Indian Rock Park in the Berkeley hills. There are steps cut into the rock to help you get up. Once we got up he didn't want my hand holding anymore. I let him roam free and steered him clear of the edges. I used to love scrambling all over a big rock at Brighton up Big Cottonwood Canyon.

I have this picture on my wall at work, and I can't stop marveling at it. I can't get over how long his arms and legs have gotten. Even if you compare it the picture of him at the bottom of this page the change is amazing. He's not my baby anymore, he's a little boy.

Though he didn't get any new scrapes at Indian Rock Park, it seems that Ewan has entered the period in his life during which his knees and/or elbows will always have scrapes and scabs. He has a few now. He is such a tough little guy. I guess on Thursday he got a splinter in the palm of his hand. His Mom told him that Daddy would get it out. On Friday when I picked him up there he was showing me his hand and saying, "Daddy get out." So once we'd had dinner we sat down with some good light and some tweezers. It was in there too deep, so I got out a new x-acto blade and sterilized it. I told him it might hurt because I had to make a little cut to get it out. The splinter broke so I had to go in a second time. He only flinched once and didn't cry at all. For the rest of the weekend he was constantly pointing at his hand saying, "Daddy get out, plinter."

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Like a fishy

The last two weekends Ewan and I have taken advantage of the swimming pool here at our apartment complex. For me it is still too cold. Why won't the landlords turn on the solar heat, it's not like it costs them a bundle. Ewan doesn't seem to care. On Saturday he was standing on the second step splashing when he fell forward into the water. Naturally I was there in a beat to scoop him out and wipe the water our of his eyes. He coughed for just a bit and I told him how cool it was that he was swimming just like a fishy! He wanted to get right back in.

We have a book from the library called Froggy Learns to Swim. So now he keeps bringing me his swimming suit and saying, "Swimming like a fishy, like Froggy." It could be 7 in the morning, 50 degrees and windy out and he'd want to go swimming.