Week Twelve: Baby Warrior and Emily Weirder
Now that Will is twelve weeks old (I had actually just written five weeks and had to go back and change it, yikes!), he's become quite a handsome baby. Emily was cute, so I'm not taking anything away from her, but they're just so different looking, it really is hard to compare. Emily has fair skin, beautiful big blue eyes, and a perfect little rosebud mouth, she is and was just so feminine. Will is also so sweet-looking in his own way. He has his dad's perfect almond-shaped eyes, and his lashes curl up just like the gerber baby. He also has these cute points on his upper lip (I call them batman lips), and his hair is really started to grow. I pretty much can waste an entire day just staring at him.
And if it wasn't bad enough, being so cute, he's also becoming even more vocal, squealing and laughing with delight, so as you can guess, it's entirely impossible to ignore him for one second. Three months is such a delicious age.
Will finally got (some) control over those hands of his! If you knew him, you'd realize what an achievement this is, he's been working so hard at it for the last twelve weeks. Yesterday Ian was holding a rattle out for Will and he grabbed onto it, and his expression was just priceless. He held the rattle up in victory and smiled his biggest smile as if to say "Aha! I've got you now!". He then proceeded to mouthing the rattle vigorously. He's also grown quite fond of his hanging toy from his carseat, and he yells at it whenever it is in view. Ian calls it his Viking battle cry, and even I have to admit he's just such a fierce baby.
Will also sort of played his first game last weekend. He was lying in bed and Ian pulled the sheet up over Will's head. Will would then pull it down by extending his arms under the sheet. He was quite pleased with himself and his new game, and I was really suprised that he could play such an advanced game at this age (although I'm his mother, so I do have quite a bias).
Emily, is also acting quite grown up with her latest interest - tattoos. Yep, the five year old is obsessed with drawing "tattoos" all over herself, me, and having me "tattoo" her. It's a little unconventional, but hey, both Ian and I both have tattoos, so we're not exactly conservative on that front, not that we're paticularly conservitive on any front. The funniest part is that Emily has to be very dramatic in this new pretend game. I have to squint my eyes, and she asks "does it hurt a lot?" and I have to say "Oh yes". So I have my little aspiring tattoo artist, and I can't really leave the house with all my "tattoos" up and down my legs and it's 93 degrees outside. But this kind of pretend I can actually stand, since it usually involves me sitting and getting drawn on, rather than the usual mind-numbing role playing with little plastic toys. Although all this pretending has made me think of getting another real tattoo - it's been over five years since my last one, so I'm starting to feel the itch.
Emily is also expanding her interest in geography. Ian's parents gave her a globe for her birthday. This morning we were looking at it together and she pointed right at Greenland and said "That's Greenland, it's cold there". Wow, this kid. She's been a little obsessed with geography for a good six months now, and if you ask her, she knows where well over 25 states are exactly, and knows she lives in the "mited states". I know for a fact that beyond Washington, Oregon, and California, the rest of the country was hazy for me well into my later elementry years.
Sometimes when she says some things Ian and I think "Oh God, she's going to be the nerd" (we quickly console ourselves by remembering the alternatives she could be). But she does make a great "rock and roll face", and likes to preten, and given her current interest in tattoos, perhaps everything will balance out in the end.
Sometimes I wonder how weird these kids will turn out, how much of that is our doing, and how much was pre-determined. I guess I'm not the first to ask that question, and we'll probably never know. But of course if you know Ian and me, you'd also know there wasn't much hope for the kids to escape nerdiness anyway. Gotta go play World of Warcraft now, he he, snort!
And if it wasn't bad enough, being so cute, he's also becoming even more vocal, squealing and laughing with delight, so as you can guess, it's entirely impossible to ignore him for one second. Three months is such a delicious age.
Will finally got (some) control over those hands of his! If you knew him, you'd realize what an achievement this is, he's been working so hard at it for the last twelve weeks. Yesterday Ian was holding a rattle out for Will and he grabbed onto it, and his expression was just priceless. He held the rattle up in victory and smiled his biggest smile as if to say "Aha! I've got you now!". He then proceeded to mouthing the rattle vigorously. He's also grown quite fond of his hanging toy from his carseat, and he yells at it whenever it is in view. Ian calls it his Viking battle cry, and even I have to admit he's just such a fierce baby.
Will also sort of played his first game last weekend. He was lying in bed and Ian pulled the sheet up over Will's head. Will would then pull it down by extending his arms under the sheet. He was quite pleased with himself and his new game, and I was really suprised that he could play such an advanced game at this age (although I'm his mother, so I do have quite a bias).
Emily, is also acting quite grown up with her latest interest - tattoos. Yep, the five year old is obsessed with drawing "tattoos" all over herself, me, and having me "tattoo" her. It's a little unconventional, but hey, both Ian and I both have tattoos, so we're not exactly conservative on that front, not that we're paticularly conservitive on any front. The funniest part is that Emily has to be very dramatic in this new pretend game. I have to squint my eyes, and she asks "does it hurt a lot?" and I have to say "Oh yes". So I have my little aspiring tattoo artist, and I can't really leave the house with all my "tattoos" up and down my legs and it's 93 degrees outside. But this kind of pretend I can actually stand, since it usually involves me sitting and getting drawn on, rather than the usual mind-numbing role playing with little plastic toys. Although all this pretending has made me think of getting another real tattoo - it's been over five years since my last one, so I'm starting to feel the itch.
Emily is also expanding her interest in geography. Ian's parents gave her a globe for her birthday. This morning we were looking at it together and she pointed right at Greenland and said "That's Greenland, it's cold there". Wow, this kid. She's been a little obsessed with geography for a good six months now, and if you ask her, she knows where well over 25 states are exactly, and knows she lives in the "mited states". I know for a fact that beyond Washington, Oregon, and California, the rest of the country was hazy for me well into my later elementry years.
Sometimes when she says some things Ian and I think "Oh God, she's going to be the nerd" (we quickly console ourselves by remembering the alternatives she could be). But she does make a great "rock and roll face", and likes to preten, and given her current interest in tattoos, perhaps everything will balance out in the end.
Sometimes I wonder how weird these kids will turn out, how much of that is our doing, and how much was pre-determined. I guess I'm not the first to ask that question, and we'll probably never know. But of course if you know Ian and me, you'd also know there wasn't much hope for the kids to escape nerdiness anyway. Gotta go play World of Warcraft now, he he, snort!
posted by Kate @ 5:26 PM
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