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Words Words Words

Here are some things you would hear from Bean if you visited:

I did it!
Oops, I drop it.
I cooking.
I tooted. (passed gas; this is always followed by a giggle)
Mommy busy.
Daddy home!
I helping Mommy!
Mommy potty.
Kiss-es
Huuuuuug
I wuv oo.
Word! (meaning spell a word with my letter blocks)
Ah-coo-me. (“Excuse me”, which she says after she burps or coughs)
Anks. (“Thanks,” said without prompting sometimes)
Pwease. (“Please,” said with prompting)
Up! (always, always wants to be up to see what’s going on)

When you ask, “What’s your name?” She says “Bean!” (She can almost get the phoneme correct.) And to “How old are you?” she responds, “One!”

Bean is the kissing-est child I’ve ever known. She also pats things to show affection. I have seen her kiss and pat pictures of trucks in her books, as well as pictures of many animals (including spiders), her Little People toys, blocks, puzzle pieces, and of course her menagerie of stuffed animals. Yesterday she made me laugh when she kissed and patted a cracker she was eating. What a little character — or rather, a big character in a little body!

gooey hands

Stealing A Moment (At 16 Months)

While Bean naps (fitfully today, I might add), I’m going to crank out a post about her.

First of all, her language acquisition is amazing. When asked what a rooster says, she replies with “Cocka do do!” When she eats food she likes, she says, “Mmmm, ‘licious!” (for delicious). She is game to try saying any word or phrase and often comes very close. She always asks, “Doing?” and we describe what we are doing to her. She is saying short sentences, such as “Mommy brush hair,” or “Daddy go potty.” Her fourth molar is nearly through completely, thank goodness. Then we’ll have cut the four canine teeth and then some peace until the last molars come in around 24-36 months.

She has quite a will, and it shows in several ways. For example, in the first year of her life, on rare occasions we would go upstairs to watch a PBS show called Between the Lions. It’s a language show featuring a muppet-like family of lions that run a library. (The pun is twofold — you go between the lions into the library, and you can read between the lines to understand more.) Anyhow, she had seen it maybe ten times in her first year. About five days ago, Bean stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointed up and demanded, “Lions! Lions!” and made her lion roar. When we understood what she wanted, we took her up to watch an episode. Now it’s a daily request. It doesn’t matter if she’s seen the episode before; repetition is how kids learn, after all. So I figure 30 minutes a day won’t hurt. We watch with her, although we do this in part because the room is NOT child-proofed. I also reserve the right to say no, but this usually creates a tantrum.

I also recently introduced crayons and a spiral drawing book. (I tried the toddler crayons, but her hands are too small to hold them, and she prefers the regular shape anyhow.) Several times a day Beanrequests “Crayons! Crayons!” I take them out and draw pictures for her, then write out the word. She says, “Again!” and “Drawing, writing.” She tries to scribble and is still working on her grip. Her grandparents gave her wooden blocks with letters, and more than making towers, she loves to have us spell out words with them. Her other grandma gave her a Leapfrog game (but it cost much less than the Amazon price) that resembles a computer (she is dying for one of ours) that teaches letters and sounds. Several months ago, Bean knew the letters O, Q, T and X; since Christmas, she has learned to identify A, B, C, D, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, R, S, W and Z. I’ve lost track of her vocabulary, but it’s large.

The last area where her will is formidable is the milk in the bottle issue. She still refuses milk in a sippy cup. She still wants to take milk in a bottle with only me holding her. She can produce a huge tantrum if other options are offered. So, I’ve got a plan. Did you know there is a bottle fairy? She comes to children who are ready to drink milk out of cups and takes away all the bottles and leaves a gift! (A mother at preschool told me this idea, which she said worked with her 19-month-old.) I talked to our pediatrician, and she loved the idea; she thinks it’s a gentler way to introduce the transition (though there will still probably be tears). She suggested I talk about this to Bean for a couple weeks; tell her about the fairy, show pictures (which I will have to draw), and build it up. The gift that the fairy will bring is a rocking horse. At the holiday party last weekend, Bean monopolized the rocker there, and since then she has tried to rock on every type of rocker she has seen at the park and preschool. Rocking soothes her (she does it a lot even without a rocker). I couldn’t find one locally I liked, so I ordered one from Little Tikes.

I will say this: she has relatively few tantrums, and usually it’s due to a thwarted desire and not to frustration over being misunderstood. We have the good fortune that she speaks as many words as she does and that she enunciates so well. It could be worse!

We adore her so much!

What’s Cooking?

The first week of January is nearly past! I have only a few minutes to write this post, so it’s a bit scattered. I signed up to participate in Creative Every Day 2009, so here’s my first post about it. For Christmas I received some culinary items: a jumbo muffin pan, four really heavy cookie/jelly roll sheets, 6 tart pans, 4 mini loaf pans, and 2 mini cake pans, along with a book called Small-Batch Baking. I really enjoy baking (even more than cooking), but most baked goods are indulgences. And as we should know but have forgotten, an indulgence is a treat, something enjoyed specially; however, the quantities most recipes create are many dozens of cookies or large pies and cakes that a family of three does not need.

This morning I put the loaf pans to use by making more pumpkin bread. I’ve found that large loaves don’t get consumed quickly enough, and another point to baking small is to reduce the amount of temptation to overeat. I was really pleased with the results and look forward to making more goodies. The recipes in the book make very small amounts; for example, a recipe for a cake makes 2 little cakes (slightly larger than a jumbo muffin) or a half a dozen cookies.

I’ve also decided this year to get creative about food in a different way. I received three other books, some of which provide ideas to ponder and one of which also has recipes. One of my relatives has undergone a significant weight loss, and she and I discussed eating habits and the need to remain healthy, and how excess weight impinges on health. Eating differently — heathfully and in less quantity — is also a creative response to environmental issues.

I realize I have, for too many years, consumed food mindlessly in quantities that would shock a large percentage of the world population. As I watch my daughter learn to eat and to feed herself, I’ve felt my conscience poked and prodded. She follows her natural hunger and satiation. It’s been so long since I stopped at satiation. I know what hunger feels like but often eat as recreation, and I often eat beyond simple fullness. So many people live on much, much less. And in fact, as my relative and I discussed, our sense of proportion is extremely skewed. We have grown accustomed to large servings and lost the understanding of how truly little a body needs to thrive. By reducing how much I consume, I can save our family money, and some of that money will go to organizations such as Feeding America and Heifer International. So the books I will be reading are:

Year In Review

I usually recap the previous year by posting the first sentence written here for each month. Here is the one for 2007. I thought I’d done it previous years to that, but I can’t find it in the archives.

January: My day isn’t over yet.

February: Bean napped four times yesterday, only 30 minutes each.

March: From an email I wrote to a friend who has several children (but it was also me talking to myself and thus worth it to me to post):
Please tell me the fact that my daughter isn’t sitting unassisted at six months is okay.

April: I’ll face reality.

May: I originally knit a baby hat and an adult hat.

June: This was a work weekend.

July: I made Bean’s hat and trusted the pattern.

August: The simplicity of this photo belies the amazing life activity that is constantly occurring within.

September: Bean is an amazing little person.

October: My good friend Ambrosia just welcomed her little girl, Gwendolyn Rose, at 6:33 this morning.

November: This year, my efforts with AEDM will probably be simple, the result of quickie creativity cobbled together from stolen moments.

December: Today was Bean’s first day at the parent-participation preschool session.

Manifestation

It’s been entirely too long since I’ve sat down to write. Bean’s four molars are still cutting, and when she’s awake she is clingy with me. But she has changed remarkably — every day there is greater comprehension, and we are astonished. I want to make a note of this, so here’s a quick list.

  • One morning, I pulled out her construction trucks puzzle and noticed the concrete mixer piece was missing. I commented on this, saying I wondered where it went. Immediately Bean began digging into a basket full of stuffed animal toys and pulled out the piece. Maybe she put it there the previous day for some reason?
  • Bean increasingly asks “Doing?” as she watches us. Sometimes she’ll say “Mommy doing?” (or Daddy), and we’ll describe what it is we are doing: loading the dishwasher, eating lunch, reading mail, etc.
  • She has cute little one-piece footed pajamas; one of them has pigs all over. As I dressed her the other night, she began to kiss the piggies. Bean loves to kiss: pictures of animals in books, her stuffed animals, Stella cat, us, her friends. She’d kiss dogs and cats she meets if we’d let her. I’ve never seen such an affectionate child.
  • Speaking of affection, I had special moment with her the other morning. I was sitting on the kitchen floor where we’d been playing. Bean had walked away but I hadn’t stood up yet. I was resting. My back was toward her, and she walked up to me. She leaned against my back, nuzzled her head against my neck, and patted my arm. It was a deliberate moment of expressed affection that she initiated. It was the first time, and I just wanted to hold her forever and kiss her to pieces for that.
  • Bean is game to say any word or phrase if you say, “Can you say [fill in the blank]?” We always say “I love you” to each other and to her, and the other day I asked her if she could say that. And she did (slightly garbled but still). I think she understands what this means too, because once I said “I love you” to her and she came over to give me a kiss. Another time, when I was putting her down for a nap, I said it, and she said it in response.
  • Bean also likes to play a game called “I gitchoo!” She walks around saying this, and I chase her on my hands and knees while she runs away squealing. Then she turns and runs towards me so I can “get her,” which results in squeals of delight. I hug, kiss, and tickle her, and she loves it. She initiates this game often.
  • Peering around corners or furniture and saying, “I see you!” is another game she likes to play. And if she can stand on anything (even a book), she likes to announce that she is “up high” over and over again.
  • Until recently, according to Bean dogs said “Bow.” In that past two days, she says dogs go “bow wow.” And she calls them dogs now (where “bow” was the word for dog and their sound).

There is more, but this is all I can think of right now.

I’ve created a problem situation for us, however. Over time, Bean has come to drink milk only from a bottle and only lying in my arms. I had not pushed getting to milk in a sippy cup (she drinks water from a sippy) because she was so small and ate so little that I wanted to be sure she got a good amount of calories daily. I was supposed to have her off bottle by the time she turned 15 months. (But then the handout I was given at that appointment said to have them off the bottle by 18 months, and I’ve heard some children don’t give up the bottle until 24 months. However, the pediatrician said to get her off by 18 months, and Husband wants to follow that.)

Anyhow, any time we offer milk in a sippy a terrible storm occurs. She screams, cries, stomps her feet, bangs her head on stuff, rolls on the ground, and is generally inconsolable. Since her molars have been cutting, she has increased her use of the bottle for comfort. She often demands milk and walks to the kitchen. She will only drink it if I hold her (handing her the bottle is unacceptable); sometimes she drinks a significant amount but usually she has only 2-3 ounces. I do continually offer milk in a sippy cup (we’ve tried several types and brands), but she rejects it.

I keep rationalizing. Her mouth hurts, she needs comfort. It’s the holidays, I don’t want to have a lousy Christmas with temper tantrums. Her grandma is coming for a week at the end of the month, I want to wait until after that. My friend and her daughter, Fia, are returning January 8 from a trip. She’d offered to take the bottles and store them to keep temptation out of reach. So Husband and I agreed we would take the bottles away on January 10th. I know that the longer I wait the more set in her ways she becomes. It’s going to be rough for however long it takes. I talk to her about being a big girl and not a baby anymore, and about how big girls use cups. Several times she has said “Baby! Baby!” and clung to me. And believe me, we have a lot of cuddle time during the day. It’s not as though losing the bottle will mean losing cuddle. I’ve even held her while offering the cup, but this is met with an arched back and screaming.

As with the napping in the crib, Bean and I have to negotiate this. It starts with me acting like the adult, like the… oh my gosh, the parent.

and then what happened?

Soup For Dinner

We were so busy today. Bean loves to “cook soup” and pretend to eat off the spoon. I take sips from the spoon too. She then feeds her stuffed animals. Every time she has a taste she says, “mmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!” She looks so proud of herself when she stirs. This afternoon she plunked herself in the pot, and I had the presence of mind to grab the camera.

Bean soup

P.S. I opted for the nap — got 50 minutes of a light doze. There are still walnuts with my name written on them, and they will soon find their way down my gullet.

Why Not?

Creativity is at the core of my life. At least, this is how I’ve felt for several years. So I’m diving in and will participate in Leah’s 2009 challenge, Creative Every Day 2009.

Creative Every Day 2009

I’m not sure exactly what will come of it, but the goal is to gently inspire my creativity and to see it in my life in places I would not ordinarily consider. How about you?

More Yogi, Please

Today was Bean’s first day at the parent-participation preschool session. She loved it! So far, we haven’t yet encountered an activity (story hour, Little Gym, music) that she dislikes or fears. It’s a loosely structured 2-hour class where 12-18 month old kids play with their parents and the teacher leads us in songs and discussion. Then there’s a snack time at a certain location. Normally at home, I allow Bean to snack while playing and often feed her like a little sparrow while she plays. At school, children may only eat at the table. And parents take turns bringing the snack; since today was yogurt, teddy grahams, and juice, and Bean has eschewed all dairy except milk (in a bottle still), I was curious to see what Bean would do.

At first she wasn’t interested in joining us. She rummaged in some toys while I stayed at the snack table. She picked out a purse and brought it over. I helped her sit in the tiny chair and gave her the teddy grahams, which she ate. I offered her apple juice in a Dixie cup; she does not get juice at home, and I allow her to have it when we are at a friend’s house or on an outing. Since she’s still uncoordinated, I held the cup, and she managed to drink it all with her cookies. On a whim I thought I’d offer strawberry yogurt. And to my delight, she ate it! I’d started with a small amount, maybe a tablespoon. When that was gone I asked, “Do you want some more yogurt?” She said, “Yes yogi.” I gave her a larger helping and she devoured that too. When we were done with snack, we got cleaned up and left the table to play outside.

Lately she has decided she wants to chew larger bits of food: grape halves instead of quarters, larger banana slices, and to actually take a bite of a hot dog off of a larger hunk held by an adult. So her preferences are evolving, and I think seeing other kids eat different foods in a more structured setting will be good for us.

I haven’t blogged much lately since I was doing art every day, so here’s more random stuff about Bean:

  • She remains very unaware of her surroundings when she is climbing on stuff at gym or preschool. She is so focused on where she is headed and does not watch for changes in threshold. At the gym it’s safer to allow her to tumble and experience the consequence (except even there exist some dangerous heights). At preschool today she wanted to walk up and down a steep carpeted incline used for crawlers, and I need to stick close by since it’s made of hard wood. Eventually she will get more coordinated and aware. Whenever she goes up stairs or tries to crawl up furniture, she says proudly, “Cimbing! Cimbing!” (No letter “L” sound)
  • When people sneeze, she now says “Bess you.” And when she burps, often times she remembers to say Coo me (excuse me). It is so darn adorable to observe this.
  • Bean continues to parrot everything she hears. The other day a friend said “Oh God!” and immediately we heard a little voice say “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Must watch our language!
  • Here is a list of words she has started to say: magazine (this is very garbled, sounds like “manganese”, beautiful, crying, happy, climbing, jumping, snowflake, snowman, stocking, stove, sink, oven, counter, plant, phone, giraffe, Texas (indeed!). There are more, but this is all I have at the top of my memory.
  • When playing with others, she is really passive about trying to hang on to a toy she has in her hands. Other kids pull hard and, rather than resist and clutch the toy, she allows it to leave her grip, only to follow the child in a futile attempt to get it back. Sometimes she cries once a toy is yanked away, but she doesn’t assert effort to keep it. I can feel this hitting some old sore spots of my memories and am trying to be aware of the red flags (avoiding temptation to project my experience and feelings on to her). Easier said than done.
  • Every time Bean sees her friend Fia, she kisses her. Bean also kisses all her stuffed animals, and other stuffed animals she meets. She even kisses her wooden snail pull-toy. Bean is really demonstrative of affection. She walks around carrying stuffed toys in a hug, with her the toy nestled against her neck, and says “Ohhhhhh…”
  • Bean has one molar that has come through on top and at least two more molars puffing up her gums.
  • When I am in the kitchen cooking or chopping fruit, Bean has taken to bringing a book or toy in and sitting on the floor playing with it while keeping me company. She’s my little buddy.
  • We sing a little song to pick up toys, and when she hears it she now says, “Keen up, keen up” while we sing. She even puts a toy or two away (before trying to take out more).

So that’s my update on Bean! Next Wednesday her Aunt E comes to visit, and I think they’ll both have a ball with each other.

Subject, Predicate, and Direct Object

Tonight when playing with her father, Bean said “I see you!” in response to Husband. In a little while there will be a video uploaded at Flickr for friends and family viewers (you need to be logged in to Flickr for the video to show). (Being a private man, I don’t share photos and videos that include Husband on the blog.)

I’ve lost track of the new words she’s got now. Let’s just say that we are now spelling certain words and are very, very careful not to cuss near her. Not that we cuss much, but every now and then a damn might slip out if we aren’t being mindful.

Bean also now says yes as well as no when asked direct questions. This has made feeding her much easier. “Do you want grapes?” “No.” “Do you want pineapple?” “Yes!” Or: “Do you want to play with puzzles?” “No.” “Do you want to read a book?” “Yes!” Until recently, one-syllable words that end in “s” were pronounced as two-syllables: bus was bah-ss, mouse was “meh-ss”, and yes was “yeh-ss.” She’s getting more fluid with practice, but it’s still really cute the way she pronounces these words so deliberately in that little voice of hers.

Also, while we were at a friend’s home today, Bean interrupted her play to walk over to me and give me a kiss (she’s still learning so it wasn’t quite a pucker, but it was clearly a kiss). Then she returned to her little friends. It was really endearing.

Art Every Day Month – Day 11

This wasn’t the best day for creativity. I spent the morning at the doctor’s office waiting (much too long) to get a TB skin test. Bean and I will start a parent-participation preschool class next week, and because I’ll be in contact with other kids, they need to know I won’t visit a plague upon them. The rest of the morning and much of the afternoon were spent with my friend and her little girl, and I cooked as well. So my inspiration today was what Bean was wearing — teal pants with little pears and hearts and cherries on them. I’m not particularly happy with the result, but the effort and process have equal value.

pears - art every day month 08 - day 11

Just Today

In just this day, Bean added more words: hammer, pliers, wrench (from her chunky puzzle), happy, crying, climbing, sad. I’m actually awed. I don’t know what is “normal” or “average” for a 14-month-old in terms of language development (articulation and comprehension), but I’m just impressed at how each day she increases her understanding of the world.

This Child Of Mine

I’m raising a little sponge. Bean has more words now. What’s so fun is she is game to attempt to say anything. If you ask her, “Can you say [insert word]?” she will try it. It’s uncanny how well she pronounces words too. Here are her latest acquisitions:

achoo, back, beans, book, boom, bounce, bubbles, bunny, cracker, cuddle, dolly, down, Edgar (her elephant), empty, fork, front, full, gate, jump, mouse, Obama, over, people, pineapple, puzzle, spoon, tick tock, toast, toy, under, up, water, wheel

She also has started calling her little friend (whom she sees most often) by her first name, except she shortened it from a three-syllable name to one: Fee (Sofia).

And she cuddles her stuffed animals and snuggles into our embrace with intense affection. She’s a bright joyful little beam of energy in our lives. How I adore this kid!

contemplative lunch

More Words

In the past week, Bean’s vocabulary has exploded. I’m posting this as a way of tracking the genesis of her speech. Among the words she says (not as distinctly as adults, but clearly enough and pointing to the thing):

achoo; all done; apple; baa; baby; ball; balloon; bath; bathtub; bead; bear; bee; butterfly; buzz; bye; car; cat; clock; cow; cup; daddy; door; down; ears; eyes; feet; flower; glasses; goat; hi; knee; mommy; moo; moon; mouth; okay; owl; peek-a-boo (she started covering her eyes to play); popsicle; potty; purple; shoe; sky; sock; squirrel; star; store; sun; tattoo (I have two); thank you; tick tock; toes; tree; truck; tum tum; turtle; and the she can identify the letters Q and C and numbers 1 through 6.

The Vocabulary Grows

She also knows how to say the name of Husband’s employer, because we have a bib with the logo on it. (Yep, our kid is totally branded.) I say the name of the company because I also wear t-shirts with the logo/name, and since the logo is colorful and interesting, it captures her attention. One day she just said the word when I put on the bib.

Our Weekend

Saturday we went to a friend’s first birthday party. There, Bean discovered that she does like cake and frosting. She just wasn’t interested two weeks ago, on her birthday.

frosting face

And today we went to the Oakland Zoo. She was thrilled to see giraffes, elephants (her favorite animal as far as we can tell), snakes (a close second), zebras, birds, lions, tigers, monkeys, and otters, among other animals.

fascination up close

I didn’t take a lot of photos because I wanted to actually experience the outing and see the animals, but I did love the vivid colors of this Blue-and-Gold Macaw.

maccaw

We are tuckered out and going to bed!

Busy Busy

Busy watching backhoes dig holes and scoop dirt into dump trucks. Busy going to parks to swing and playing our sandbox on the patio. Busy reading dozens and dozens of books over and over again. Busy cuddling someone who is teething. Busy cooking. Busy buying groceries. Busy cutting up fruit into child bite-size pieces every day. Busy singing songs, dancing, and playing instruments. Busy trying to finish reading a novel for my own pleasure. Busy writing thank-you notes. Busy doing laundry, folding clothes, putting them away, only to get them out again. Busy changing diapers, outfits (sometimes more than twice a day), and helping with baths. Busy cleaning the cat box and dumping the Diaper Genie, and feeding the cat. Oh, and petting her. Busy pointing out birds, trees, cats, and dogs. Busy taking walks. Busy thinking about the menu for upcoming visitors. Busy watching the garbage truck and waving at the garbage man. Busy following the news of folks in Houston, because we have family and friends who are coping with Hurricane Ike’s destruction. Busy glancing at news headlines about politics and the financial crisis in an attempt to keep one fingertip connected to the world outside my own home.

And very, very tired.

Bean starting say “ow” when she sees a picture of an owl. She sometimes makes a Grrr sound when she sees a picture of a lion (a male lion — the big mane helps). All felines — domestic or wild — are ca. So are dogs and many other animals. And cows, trucks, cars, and ducks. One of her books — How a Baby Grows — she calls Coo, because the first sentence is “These are the things that babies do: cry, wet, sleep, coo.” One of her favorite sounds to make lately is “dub dub dub.” It’s really cute.

My parents arrive in two weeks. Then in December, my other older sister, Aunt EP, is coming to meet Bean and bond with us. November is free. Anyone want to stop by?

Braggin’ On My Kid

Bean is an amazing little person. She is walking (toddling) pretty steadily now. When you ask her, “What does a snake say?” She replies, “SSSSSssss.” If she sees a picture of a snake in a book, she’ll point to it and make the sound. When you ask, “What does a rhinoceros say?” she responds by sniffing hard through her nose (we do it when we read Boynton’s Moo Baa La La La). And when you ask her what an elephant says, she lifts her arm up like a trunk and makes her best approximation of an elephant sound (imitating me).

She is applying the sound ca to cow, cat, milk, clock, and truck. She is obsessed with clocks and will point them out everywhere. Da is for dog. Tee is for any green bushy thing like a tree, bush, flowers, and see is for sheep. She says “Hi!” and waves at trucks, people, cats, dogs, her mirror image, the decorations on her bedroom wall, and especially in the morning when I get her from her crib. Mama and Dada are increasingly applied intentionally to the correct person. She points to other babies and says, “Bay-bee! Bay-bee!” If you tell her to go get Teddy, she will retrieve him. She adores soft, huggable, squishy toys.

I asked her to point to the blue fish in one of her books, and she did! I happen to say, “I see” many times a day in conversation with Bean, and she has started to copy me. I’m sure she doesn’t really know what it means; it’s simply a fun sound to make. The list goes on. She is also having me read the same few books about three dozen times in a row daily. How many times can you read Baby’s First Counting Book or The Jolly Barnyard without going insane? I’m pushing the envelope on finding out.

Lastly, she flatly refuses to eat pureed foods and baby cereal now. She eats green beans, lots of different fruits, toast with jelly, and tiny pieces of chicken, fish, and ground beef. Every day is different. I’m trying to let food be food, and find it a challenge. Must not make food a power struggle!

inside the house