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.]

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.”

Gallery 6B and Exploring Mythology

[This is posted long after its written date and inserted here]

Following is something I wrote for an essay contest my dad sent out to his children. The prize for it was his white Chevy Blazer which he replaced with some newer and hence dandier SUV, a KIA Sorento (I think). You read that right. The whole premise of writing this, then, was completely mad. But I played a harp to the madness.

This piece is mythology – fiction which is/should be true; I’ve made it true somewhat. It is accompanied by photographs of Mago which inspired it. He’s six months old in these. I add comments after.


We always stop to look at wildlife and impressive displays of nature. We go to wilder areas in our city to find these. But we also go far beyond our city into wild and rugged terrain.

My boy especially likes ducks. He would try to eat any duck alive if he could get one in hand, and I wonder if they would know it’s because he loves them. Instead he claws at the upholstery of our Chevy Blazer and eats the little bits of it he digs out. He’s eaten grass, dirt, twigs and bugs from all of the wilderness we’ve explored. We’ve seen snakes, lizards, all kinds of birds, marsupials, jack rabbits, goats, sheep, deer, mustangs, coyotes, and moose.

If there’s not room anywhere else, I cram people into the trailer with the horses. They can get injured back there when the horses kick out of nervousness or when we take a bad turn, but that doesn’t always happen. On the horses we ride much more quickly into remote, wild places. Everything we take traveling has been a present to us – our horses, our blazer, our camp gear, our hiking and navigating equipment. Life is unfair to everyone except me.


This made my dad weepy and several commented that they loved it. Unfortunately it didn’t win the contest – I was informed that it contributed to world literature, but that my brother’s far more succinct, to the point, and amusing entry won. His was two sentences: “Ahem. White boy, gimme dat car dammit!”

Our first baby, a boy

This picture is of our baby boy at 5 hours old. My wife gave birth to him on Saint Patrick’s Day (March 17th) 2005 at 2:03 AM. I won’t here disclose his name (and at the moment I’m still not totally settled on any name, only that my nickname for him is Mago Elf Liam.

Weights and measures are in next post.

Following are features of Baby.

He pines for the Irish

The day he decided to arrive underscores the Irish part of my family’s heritage. There are Irish ancestors on my father’s side. My sister’s second baby girl came on St. Patrick’s day just one year before our own St. Patrick’s day baby; so that Mago Elf Liam has a St. Patrick’s day cousin. There is a tradition among my mother’s forebearers of forebearer migrants from Ireland. Another sister was called to serve a mission in Ireland. Another sister picked an Irish name for her second daughter. Plus, the Irish are special, and I’ve always known that I’m special, so I and my baby must be Irish.

But with an alarm for ire

His little elf ears know good from evil. If I use irked tones (about hospital security thrice saying they don’t have my keys and then I finally found a nurse station that said someone turned them in four hours ago and then they called security and then security, apparently as opposed to before, actually looked and lo, they had my keys those many hours), baby fusses. If I apologize and lighten up, he calms right down. He knows better than me: A lot of things you don’t like in this world won’t change, or at the least you can’t make them, so accepting it and forgiving is better than fussing. But can I complain about a hospital you don’t know the name of? Help me, Mago Elf, you’re my only hope..

He coos and sometimes whimpers

At his birth he cooed at every exhale while sleeping: eeeeeeeeeeeh, eeeeeeeeeh, eeeeeeyeeeeeeh..