Rowan is starting to identify letters, which blew me away the other day when he was helping me with the fridge magnets. Here's video.
It's been nearly a month since my last post. They say time flies when you're raising kids (and when you're having fun, but I think that's a coincidence) and lately it feels like I can't keep up. What are we doing? I don't know. School, mostly, which continues to be wonderful. I can't tell you how many times Fiona has said "I love my school." So many that I no longer get verklempt when I hear it. Fiona is wildly excited about Halloween. She will be dressed as a vampire butterfly. The vampire part means that she wants me to paint fangs on her. She also wants blood dripping from said fangs. I have to paint this. On her face. Will it go well? Ugh, the performance anxiety. Fortunately, I aced the pumpkin carving -- my art director asked for a conventional jack o lantern face, with triangle eyes and nose, missing teeth. Mission accomplished (there will be photos and a Halloween recap tk). Rowan will be dressed as Batman, we think, though he's hot and cold on this whole costume thing so we'll see. Mostly, he just wants to carry around his $1 jack o lantern basket (thank you, Target). Thanks to Granddad, Brian and I had our first overnight trip away from the kids. It was thrilling. I supplied Granddad with a 2-page memo. His tasks included putting Rowan down for his nap, getting him back up, picking up Fiona from school, feeding them, and bedtime, among others. You know what? The guy's a natural. It's like he's done all this stuff before. The kids enjoyed his company, there were no tears, everyone got along. Beautiful. We look forward to next time (right, Granddad? You'll do it again?). The kids love to admire Halloween decorations, especially the scary ones. They report from the backseat: pumpkin, bat, zombie, witch, ghost, spider, etc. Brian pretends to be afraid of all the decorations, so now Rowan, the mimic, shouts out, "Oh no! Pumpkin!" "Boo! Ghost! Scare me!" He's also taken to saying, "Oh, man!" which is Fiona and Swiper the Fox rolled into one. Another new word: "Alright," when he is feeling agreeable, which is usually. And "Hello," pronounced HA-whoa, which is hard not to imitate. Fiona brought us into her room the other night to tell us that she has a boyfriend: Carter. Then she cleared things up by explaining that he is a boy and her friend, thus her boyfriend. But then she dropped the bomb that they're going to get married, but not until they're grown-ups. It was sweet and perplexing and ultimately lovely that she wanted to share all of this with us. But I'm not sure Brian can take it -- in that adorably protective dad way. We thought we had a few more years before all this boy stuff started. A few peculiar attributes have cropped up with Rowan lately. First, he refuses to walk down our stairs -- either he wants to be carried or he goes down backward on his hands and knees. Second, he really hates walking from carpeted areas onto linoleum, like at the gym or at Target. This is not an issue at home, fortunately, but I don't know why it bothers him elsewhere. Thirdly, his tongue is suddenly out all of the time. He's become a bit bashful and will either stick his tongue out and roll it around or cram his fingers in (I suspect he's getting that last batch of molars). I remember Fiona doing the tongue thing around this age (in my mind, her bangs are about an inch long, so yeah, she was about 2). I suppose these other regressions are normal? Perhaps Rowan had a recent growth spurt that has those stairs looking much farther down than before. The floor thing is plain weird, and my first thought was there's a vision issue, but more than that I think it's a toddler thing that'll just go away. Another toddler-y thing that I very much remember with Fiona: self-obsession. "See Ro-ro" is what Rowan says when he'd like to watch videos or see photos of himself. Sometimes he refuses to have his photo taken unless I use the front-facing camera so he can see the screen. When I ask Rowan "Who loves Rowan?" as we used to do with Fiona, he says, "Me!" Ooookay. I'm glad he is such a fan of himself. Can't blame him -- we're all fans, too. Most days, he does something that has Fiona and me turning to each other to commiserate over his cuteness. When he wrongs Fiona and she loudly protests, he says, "Sawwy (sorry)" and gives her a big hug. Just leans right into her. She doesn't stay mad long. Who could?
Rowan is starting to identify letters, which blew me away the other day when he was helping me with the fridge magnets. Here's video.
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