Summer In Texas
(August 27, 2010)
Last month's entry was a bit rushed, and any number of things got left out. I
can only plead industrial-grade fatigue and apologize. Frankly, this month's not
much better, but at least I can remember some of what's going on. We seem to be
caught in this cycle where nobody ever quite gets well. Some of that's
allergies, and this was supposed to be one of the worst summers for allergies in
quite a while. I can't help but think that whatever British Petroleum and the
Federal Government have been doing with the oil in the Gulf is partly
responsible, too. And, of course, as the Metroplex generally produces at this
time of year, our pollution levels are... "Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups",
which would definitely include our whole family.
Full Moon on Independence Day
The big thing that got left out of last month's entry involved Theron and our
ongoing efforts at potty training. Since I'm not really up to editing that page
- I hate to mess with them once they've been put on the site - I'm just going to
tell the story here.
It was Saturday, July 3rd. There was a parade in celebration of Independence
Day, in the neighborhood where my wife's parents live. We came along, of course,
and we brought both boys. After a certain amount of walking and waving, we
arrived at the... well, I'm not sure how to describe it. It's basically a small,
private park which is run by the local Homeowners' Association. It has a tennis
court, a large pool, a little kiddie pool, a playground, a barbecue grill... and
a large amount of well-shaded open space. The parade ended there, with a sort of
potluck picnic lunch.
At some point during this lunch, Theron realized that he needed to... well...
urinate. And he did not want to wet his pants. So he left the picnic tables,
went over to the grass, and proceeded to moon everyone at the tables while
Don't laugh. It's progress.
More Potty Training Progress
So, the day before yesterday - that'd be Wednesday, August 25, 2010 (I add for
the benefit of posterity) - Theron actually managed to poop in the potty at his
Nana's house. This was cause for much celebration and rejoicing. As a reward,
the Beautiful Woman took him to Target yesterday and let him pick out a Ben 10
Being a LEGO toy, it came in pieces and had to be assembled. It could also
disassembled and rearranged. (You see where this is going, don't you?)
So, they picked out the toy, purchased it, and went to my parents' house for
dinner. There they opened the toy, put it together, and went to swim in the
By the time I arrived after work, Swampfire had already lost his left hand.
Everyone (except baby Roland) was involved in a hunt for it. Theron was, to his
credit, not in tears, though he was obviously upset. So, I put on a swimsuit and
went to join the search.
I found it, by virtue of my brilliant deductive skills (and a certain amount
of experience with this sort of thing) floating in the catch-basket of the pool.
My father restored it to its rightful place on Swampfire's arm, and Theron and I
swam for a bit longer. As we were sitting down to dinner, he said: "I'm glad you
found Swampfire's hand, Daddy."
I told him he was welcome.
Theron is continuing his gymnastics, though we've had to move him around a bit
in order to keep him in a class that suits him. (He wound up in an
all-girls-except-him class, which would have been fine except that the
instructor expected everybody to wait patiently in line while she worked with
them individually. Four-year-old boys do not wait patiently in line unless
you've given them at least ten minutes of cardio, first.)
Oh, and Theron has spontaneously made the transition from summersaults to
dive-rolls. I'm standing in the living room, and he's standing on the small
wooden table we keep in there for his activities. He looks down at the
gymnastics mat on the floor. (It's folded up in a big rectangle, so it's thick
enough that the top isn't too far down.) Then he dives, rolls, and comes up in a
sitting position. I wasn't entirely sure that I'd really seen it happen, but
he's done it several times since then.
Last Saturday, we went to a bouncy place with some friends. This was
beneficial on two levels: first, the kids loved it, and second, I now know where
to find a bouncy place that hasn't, y'know, closed. This particular place was
willing to let the adults get on, too, so the Beautiful Woman and I both got
some exercise. My left elbow now sports a really prominent bit of rug-burn, but
it was totally worth it.
Back To School
Theron's school started up again last Monday, which happily coincided with me
taking three days off from work. (I mentioned that we've all been feeling about
half sick for weeks, now? I was trying to slow down long enough to really
recover. It didn't quite work, but it helped.) So Theron's first week of school
started with Daddy being home, which definitely softened the blow.
He seems pretty happy with it, now. (It was a little more chaotic than he was
used to when he first started.) He's in afternoon classes, and his teacher seems
a decent sort. That's good, because I want him to think of school as something
Roland is coming up on four and half months, if I have my math right. I tried
looking back at the corresponding entries for Theron, but I didn't include
enough dates. So, while I think they're basically following the same pattern of
development, I can't be entirely sure.
Roland has gotten bigger. I mean, great, he's supposed to do that, and now he
looks like a really big baby instead of a tiny little newborn. He's still
basically occupied with the Four Activities Of Babies (Eat, Sleep, Cry, Poop).
He's also added a couple of new one:
- Flirting - Roland grins, giggles, and coos at people. He loves attention. He
makes eye contact. The cute little baby noises are potent enough to make a
blood-maddened lion stop in mid-charge and look for ways to help the baby.
- Grabbing - He's figured out that his hands are part of him. Even better, he's
figured out that he can do things with them. He's still got a long way to go in
terms of aim and coordination, but he's very determined.
- Rolling over - I'm not sure if he's doing it in both directions, but he can roll
over well enough to roll across the floor. This is, on occasion, extremely
inconvenient, but we're proud of him nonetheless. It also means that any time we
put him in a seat, we have to make sure he's belted in.
I'm sure there are more things I could add, but that's everything that's
fresh in my mind. Much as I sometimes miss my free time (and my disposable
income), I'm extremely proud of the way the boys are turning out, and I'm very
much looking forward to watching them grow.
And now... pictures and video. Enjoy.
How We Read At Night
I Can Grab My Toes!
Neener Neener Neener!
Roland Grabs The Book
Roland Grabs The Ribbon
Theron Explains His Spaceship
Theron Jumps In The Pool
Theron Swims Underwater
A Smooch For Roland