Happy 1st Birthday!

At 12:03 AM one year ago, Mago was born on St. Patrick’s Day.

We had a little party with him and he got many toys, and enjoyed them all. We opened some from his cousins first. He enjoyed having plastic frogs, snakes, and lizards placed all over him, and he put a plastic lizard halfway in his mouth and kept it there (sometimes he does that with a rubber duck while crawling around), and he loves the green sunglasses we got him too. Picture pending (if it turned out). He’s also interested in the baby doll Tia got him – this challenges my projected minor sense of pseudo-manly un-dolliness, but who am I to deter his interests? He’s great. He watched, with great interest, mom putting the dolly in a little baby carrier.

It now occurs to me that “baby blue” maybe doesn’t quite work in a song including the Irish – but “baby green” would work less. Blue = boy in our culture’s color designations, so whatever.

First Step, Little Scout.. Me

Tia called me at work to let me know he took a step from the bed toward.. the computer. Um.. I don’t know what kind of omen that might be. Anyway, he was standing alongside the bed and wandered off [holding both arms in front of him (update: I reported this a bit wrong at first writing)], stood balancing on both feet, took a step forward, [stayed balanced for a short while, and grabbed the back of the chair in front of the computer. Tia said he was laughing and just full of joy through the whole adventure].

Also he has five teeth and one more coming in. And he gave me a gentle affectionate vampire bite this morning.

Also I forgot to say that at church last Sunday we passed a glass case in the wall, and he reached for it after I passed and went “Hhuuuuuuuuh!” – I said “What?” and moved for the case. It was full of antique and modern Boy Scout pariphinalia, and he ogled at all of it. When I caught up to Tia again, she asked what we stopped for and I told her – and when I did, he grinned from ear to ear. So he might be really interested in scouts.. which he’ll probably be ready for in what feels like a blink.

Oy.

I loved scouts.. only for the campouts. Badges? We don’t need no stinkin’ badges! .. maybe he’ll want them. I have no doubt I’d have been very proud to be an Eagle Scout. I don’t even know how far I got.

Something I read reinforced an I suppose innate idea I have that kids need nature, the wilderness .. but I don’t think it’s any different for adults.

And a note from church.. the Elder’s Quorum president talked about how he was kind of creeped out when he was younger that they blessed (dedicated) his house – he said maybe it’s because you normally bless sick people, or something else I don’t remember, or, I sardonically inserted, a grave, which made people laugh.

Some I missed

Update to the list of words he knows: bonk (for several months, and I think I haven’t noted this, he’s been responding to a prompt of “bonk” if you hold your head close to his and say it – he gives you a little affectionate head butt or bonk.), ear, nose (he’ll often put his hand on either if you say the word) bite (usually as in don’t bite me hard.. I think I haven’t noted this, but he often bites into the back of mom’s neck or shoulder like a little vampire when he hugs her, or he used to but doesn’t much now because he knows mom doesn’t like it).

Second sentence

Mom was holding him when I left for work this morning. I waved goodbye to him and mom, turned and started walking down the hall, and he said in his little high-pitched, sweet voice: “Bye-bye.” I wondered if I’d heard what I thought and turned and looked at Tia; she looked back goggle-eyed.

Alive with Wonder

Yesterday morning a bluejay squawked outside and he pointed to the window, made the sign for bird, said “Bi!”, and moved to look outside. I wouldn’t have even noted the bird. To us it’s just a bird outside, but to him it’s everything.

We walked with him this morning and some joggers passed. He beamed at them and waved his arm hastily in greeting. They giggled.

First and Near, Doings, Words, Sounds, Gallery 9

The first and last of these (the first being my absolute favorite picture of him – he’s signing “Light”) are of him at about 9 months, the rest are where he is now – 11 months and a week. His elven ears show clearly in the fifth and sixth photos. He was unhappy with the cold in several of these.

Yesterday he was standing alongside my desk as I was in bed reading, and still holding the desk, he stepped away from it, reaching toward the bed which was just out of reach. He began to move to make a free standing step to the bed, but then skillfully dropped down onto his bum. He then crawled to me and hoisted himself up beside the bed, and looking up at me with his friendly grin, said warmly:

“Hiiii daa-daaa.”

I said: “Hi! Good job, you just spoke a sentence.” – and he got down and crawled away.

So there was his first sentence and almost his first step. He’s doing to me what I taught him to do to mom – I’ve frequently taken him to Tia in the morning, waved his little arm at her as he smiles, and said “Hii ma-ma.”

Today while I was in the shower he pushed on the bathroom door to get in and again said “Hii da-da.”

Yesterday I carried him for a walk and we passed a woman sitting on a bench at the mouth of Rock Canyon. He called accross the street to her “Da-da! Da-da!” – so I guess that also means “Friendly grown up.”

The day before yesterday, outside, he looked at our car and went “vvvvrrrrmmmm” and waved, as in waving me goodbye in the morning off to work as he often does.

The day before that he crawled accross the wooden floor in the basement where I lay on a sofa thingie (the white one for Tia’s photography), hoisted himself up to me, took my face and wrapped his mouth around my cheek, and slowly bit down.. HARD. I said “Ouch!” and lifted his teeth off, and said “No, kiss gentle.”

His word, sound, and sign vocabulary has been expanding a lot, and here’s his complete (so far as we know or remember) vocabulary with a few ones we’d left out. I don’t know whether I’ll keep tracking these if he’s starting at sentences now.. isn’t he too young to leave babyhood?

Words: Bird (buh), book (booh), dip, duck (a sharply stopped “duu”), boo (like peek-a-boo), bye (ba), doll (da), snowman (mo-man), bear (beh), hi. He had me get a painting of Jesus off the wall and hold it in front of him. He smiled at the portrait and I said “That’s Jesus. Jesus.” He imitated: “Che-seh.” Noted previously: Book, ball, ma-ma da-da, grampa (ba-pa), poop (bpoo-bpoo), bop, outside (da), this (dis/deesz), that (dat), dog (da), banana (nana), cheerios (dcheess), SPIDER MAN (bai-man!), dam (?).

Sounds: Pig (throat cluck), lamb (a baaaa without vibrato), flower/star/flare shape (a sharp nasal exhale which is a mistaken sniff), horse or zebra (a tongue clack or a niegh – he’s been doing that for months and I think we didn’t mention it; he also does this for a deer), cow (booo). Noted previously: Lion (gutteral French RRRR), elephant (also ASL sign), cat, monkey (a chimpanzee haa-haa-haa), dog (wfff!) bear/gorrilla/aligator/monster (rhaspy Rrrah! – or also for bear just a chest grunt), car (BVVVVVBBVVV)

Signs: music, light, milk, dog, elephant, baby, bed, bye-bye, pointing.

Words he understands: dance (he’ll dance), kiss (he’ll kiss you, gently or sometimes as I’ve noted with a hard bite), upstairs, walk, brush your teeth, bath.

[Here’s an update of some I missed. Also the bird he signed since posting this was a new sign for him.]

Words, more Sounds and Signs, Doings..

Trying to keep up with the lad..

I vacationed for a few days and came back and his voice was deeper and his features more developed. The morphing that takes place right before my eyes but I don’t see it unless I don’t.. amazing.

This morning I opened the door to look outside, he pointed outdoors and said “Da”, I suppose because he associates outdoors with me since I walk him occasionally, and when I closed the door he cried. He wouldn’t have staying inside (not that I necessarily wanted him to), so I took him for a walk – that made him happy again.

If you set him in front of a clip from LADY AND THE TRAMP of the doggie being introduced to a newborn babe in a crib (thanks to my sister-in-law for sending that clip), at the sight of the dog he squeals a high pitch of joy, says “Da! Da!.. ” repeatedly, and makes the sign for dog (patting his thigh as to beckon a dog). Unless you’re trying to videotape him doing this and he senses the performance pressure. I’ll make another attempt at taping this without pressure, just all candid-like..

Mom holds him above obstructions to look at me and he beams and giggles.

This past month or so he crawls up to the Spider Man Ride-On toy (a little push-car he can sit on – a Christmas find from a sibling), hoists himself up to stand alongside it, presses the button on the steering wheel to play the gingle: “SPIDER MAN, SPIDER MAN.. nothing can stop the amazing wall-crawler!” – smiles, and wiggles his knees and bum up and down in a dance. He does the same for the other steering wheel button which says “My spidey sense is tingling!” – and presses either over and over.

For the sound of a bear, gorrilla, aligator, or monster he’ll do a chest-growled but rhaspy “RRaah!” – so bear is both just a chest grunt and that.

He does a car sound: BVVVVVVBBBBVVV. He picked that up after just one demonstration from me.

He says dog (da) ball (ba), dada, mama, banana (nana), cheerios (dcheess) this (deez) that (dat), grandpa (bapa), SPIDER MAN (bai-man!), and dam, the last of which we properly don’t know what it applies to.. yeah, maybe it’s one of those first things they pick up from you and shouldn’t have.

He signs music, light, dog, elephant, baby, bed (rarely), and waves bye-bye. To sign music he’ll sometimes use one arm like conducting, and at other times hold both hands together and wiggle his arms abruptly back and forth and all around, with this open-eyed, concerted look on his face.. funny.

He’s been pointing for maybe a month. If you amuse him he might point at you and laugh. That’s rather culturally taboo isn’t it? I like it though.

He’s had four teeth in for some time.

Gallery 8 – At 10 months and with great grandpa

It’s apparent in these he’s having a hard time with naps, poor guy.

He has started saying and trying to say many words. His favorite, which he utters just for the phonetic pleasure, is “Bop” over and over. .. I dont remember the many words this moment – most of them are animals. He’ll let you know about a dirty diaper though, with “pboop-pboop.”

The Love of God

Yesterday morning his mother needed to leave for an hour for a school errand and I was left to listen to him howling in his crib for his morning nap as if Hell itself had descended on him. It struck me with guilt for my negligence of him in previous days. Of course the guilt made me wonder if his howling was in any way related to my negligence. When the crying went beyond the rationally tolerable (maybe past half an hour) and it was apparent he was not going to sleep on his own, I entered his room, told him I was sorry, picked him up, he calmed down, and I wiped his tears and proceeded shushing and rocking him. He looked out the bedroom door for his mother, but as I sang to him his lullaby (also too oft neglected beyond his first few months of life, though I use others), he relaxed more.

The guilt and holding him and wanting to comfort him moved me to pray just enough for him to hear [should I be confessing this to The Internet? – too late!], which relaxed him further, and soon and too my surprise he fell asleep on my shoulder, the first this had happened also for far too long (four months? six?) – or at least, I miss it, because our practice is to put him in his crib and let him cry himself to sleep, which is a practice my heart disagrees with.

I went to silent praying, and after standing for a long while rocking him in his sleep I moved him to my arms at my chest, and he stayed asleep. I sat in the rocking chair and rocked him and looked at him as I prayed. I found myself praying for more charity for this kid, and at the very moment I started this prayer, he laughed in his sleep and smiled for a short while, and then returned to ordinary sleep. My prayer was in his dream. It reminded me of Nephi’s dream, or vision:

And I looked and beheld the virgin again, bearing a child in her arms. And the angel said unto me: Behold the Lamb of God, yea, even the Son of the Eternal Father! Knowest thou the meaning of the tree which thy father saw? And I answered him, saying: Yea, it is the love of God, which sheddeth itself abroad in the hearts of the children of men; wherefore, it is the most desirable above all things. And he spake unto me, saying: Yea, and the most joyous to the soul. –1 Nephi 11:20-23

It also reminds me of this:

Dream, dream, dream, of the joyous day to come
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.. – Verse from a translation of the Austrian Christmas carol Still, Still, Still

As I went for my scriptures to find the verses above, though I knew generally where to look for this (Nephi’s books), the first page I opened to was the very verses. A bit of Mormon cultural mythology is that if you just open your scriptures to something it will be exactly the right verse for you..

Be with Me

Tia pulled me into his room while he was sleeping yesterday and indicated his crib. There in the dark, bunched up on his fours with his limbs curled under him, he slept on the breast of the Lioness.

Animal Sounds

He has learned to respond to many words in the past month — He’ll make the correct sounds for book, ball, Mamma, Dadda, and Grampa! [Alex’s inserted comment: for Grandpa, he’ll say in a sharp, short, urgent, agitated voice, “Hey!” No, there is no sound for book, Grandpa, or ball. But he tries to say the words]. He likes to make lion, elephant, cat, and monkey noises when you talk to him about those animals. His lion noise is a french gutteral RRRR, modeled after Alex’s Tigger impression. His stuffed lioness toy inspired this.

[Alex: He also makes these sounds when he sees depictions of these animals or stuffed animals. This morning I took him out and he saw a neighbor walking a dog. He flapped his arms and went “Da!” and started making something between a little and barking sound over and over again. – “Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!”]

Cue

If I play the song I mentioned last entry, I get a hug. The hug lasts a while but ends too soon (most of them do), so I stop the song, start it over again, and I get another hug. I could do this over and over again.

I HAVE A SONG

Yesterday morning I played “I have a song” (one of me and Tia’s songs in the sense of “our song”), from the album Sesame Street: In Harmony and he lay his head on my shoulder, and I sang to him, and we danced.

This is heaven on earth.


I have song
I think it’s a song that’s about you
I have a song
I think it’s a song about somebody who
Can see a cloud go drifting by
Feel the very same as I

I have song
I think it’s a song that’s about you

I have a dream
I think it’s a dream maybe you have too
I have a dream
A wonderful dream about somebody who
I think would really like to know
The part of me I’m scared to show

I have a dream
I think it’s a dream maybe you have too

I have a hope
I think it’s a hope that I share with you
I have a hope
A wonderful hope about somebody who
Believes in love, believes in me
Believes in how good life can be

I have a hope
I think it’s a hope that I share with you


Tia recently told me he was “eating it up” as he and I were dancing cheek to cheek to “You’ll be in my Heart” (Phil Collins – the rock version), another of our songs.

In Harmony has a mix of very weird songs with great ones, and I recomment it. I don’t recommend the second album I linked, just the single from it.