This beyond fabulous photograph of Mago on a trampoline was taken by my dad on his cell phone camera while we were at.. a.. multi-birthday party?.. at my sister’s. (No, I don’t mean by that link that we were having a party at her blog. You can’t really do that. Well, maybe you can, but even blogs aren’t good enough for real parties.) It scales up to a large resolution pretty well, which I have done and you can grab that image if you click the thumbnail to open it. On my work computer as a “desktop” or “wallpaper” (which is it already – a desk or a wall?) this one has gotten a lot of notice.
Mago is very interested in water lately. Yesterday he placed a plastic bag in a sink and emptied a quarter of a large bottle of body wash in with running water. Fun experiment – but Tia was exasperated. He makes up words and names many things, including pretend fishes, which can be any object at all – toys, a frisbee, branches, rocks – which he collects and puts in a large plastic bin (“aquarium”) full of water (in the front yard). One example among so many I’d forget is that yesterday he named a rock a “rockfish” with a name of Thotha (“th-aw-tha”), which Tia thought I should write down for a character name in some fantasy story, which is why I’m writing it.
Nem-nem has started babbling many vowels and different consonants and blather. She’ll offer you perfect blather in perfect meaningfulness, as if it were just ordinary adult conversation, which I now recall thinking with Mago it may as well be for adults anyway. How much do we consciously remember? We might as well make it perfect blather – it’s more fun.
Nem-nem stood on her own for a good ten seconds the other day, balancing.
So fun.
Cla ta thotha llaan lla ba bab ba
bla hoo ble ga buh ba?
(Thank you. It took me some moments to realize my wish for pure babble-speak among adults was being fulfilled. My regrets that I followed it with something “meaningful”.)