Week 20: Comedy Central
Will's cuteness has a downside: Sleep Deprevation. We were just settling in for the night last night, and as we were going through our nightly routine of talking about how wonderful and perfect he is, Will's little eyes fluttered open, we couldn't help ourslves, and we spent the next fifteen minutes snuggling him and playing with him. And Will, well, wasn't exactly willing to go right back to sleep after we came to our senses and decided go go to sleep ourselves. He spent the next ten minutes gnawing on my shirt and making his little "aggoooo" noise. Meanwhile, Ian had managed to fall asleep, and I figured since I was up, I might as well go downstairs and have a snack. One thing lead to another, and I found myself dozing off to Nick at Night on the futon.
Will did finally fall back asleep, and really, it wasn't that bad. At least he was happy about being awake. I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my soft bed tonight.
Although, even with an infant, I still feel more rested than I did at any point during my pregnancy. I'm reminded of this because I just found out that Sara and Cameron are expecting their second baby in May or June, and it was just a year ago I was at the same point Sara is right now. When I would fall asleep if I even sat down for longer than five minutes, and the afternoon programing on PBS allowed me a good half hour nap everyday (the theme song to Arthur still induces some Pavlovian reaction in me and I start to feel groggy). Sara being pregnant has further stirred up some pregnancy nostalgia, not in the kind of way that makes me want to be pregnant again. But in the that was the begining of what is now our Will kind of way.
So I guess this is also the one year anniversary of my Pregnancy/Baby Journal. We've come a long way since we saw that little fuzzy peanut appear on the black and white screen. Will has come a long way.
He has really started to laugh, you know those really good baby belly laughs. The one person he cracks up for the most? Emily. I can get a pretty good chuckle out of him by tickling his tummy and chin, but Emily, just by being herself, really gets him going. He stands in his exersaucer, stomps his feet, flaps his arms wildly, and just laughs and laughs at her antics.
Of course she is pretty funny, especially when she isn't even trying to be. If you've seen Napoleon Dynamite, you know that outfit with the moon boots? The other day Emily (with, mind you, a perfectly normal wardrobe, you know, not circa 1987) was able to do a perfect replica of Napoleon's look. The best part is that she's totally clueless. This, putting together strange clothes combos, paired with her decidedly left-brainness, makes me wonder what in the world she'll be when she grows up.
That is, if she can learn to read. Did I say we weren't worried about her academically? Maybe I spoke too soon. We read together and I try to get her to sound out words. It goes something like this:
Me: "Okay, Emily, lets sound this out, what's this letter?"
Emily: "C"
Me: "What does C say?"
Emily: "Cee"
Me: "Well, no, actually sometimes, like in this word, C says Ca, like a K"
Emily: "Ca"
Me: "Good! What's this next letter say?"
Emily: "A"
Me: "Great! And the next?"
Emily: "T"
Me: "Okay, now put it together"
Emily: "Caaaa...Ahhh....Tttt"
Me: "Okay, a little faster"
Emily: "Ce-A-T"
Me: "Um, remember C says Ca, like K in this word"
Emily: "Oh yeah... It says mushroom!"
Me: "...."
And it continues like that in circles, for as long as I can stand it. Granted, the letter "C" is a difficult one, and I place some blame on the English language, but most of the time, it's like she's not even trying. Like when I try to teach her how to tie her shoes, and we go step-by-step and she seems to get it, then I tell her to try herself and she just twists the laces around each other and says, "Look, I did it!". Oy.
But I think we'll focus on enjoying Emily's cool, funny, weirdness. I don't doubt that she will learn how to read. Tying her shoes on the other hand... well it's a good thing they invented velcro. She wants to be a rock star for Halloween, which I love. I love how she dances around and "head banes" and how, right now, she's standing on her stuffed horse. And I love how she got so excited about the peaches with "spikits" on top (Peach Cobbler). And most of all, I love that she loves to make Will laugh. And I love that he loves to laugh at her.
Will did finally fall back asleep, and really, it wasn't that bad. At least he was happy about being awake. I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my soft bed tonight.
Although, even with an infant, I still feel more rested than I did at any point during my pregnancy. I'm reminded of this because I just found out that Sara and Cameron are expecting their second baby in May or June, and it was just a year ago I was at the same point Sara is right now. When I would fall asleep if I even sat down for longer than five minutes, and the afternoon programing on PBS allowed me a good half hour nap everyday (the theme song to Arthur still induces some Pavlovian reaction in me and I start to feel groggy). Sara being pregnant has further stirred up some pregnancy nostalgia, not in the kind of way that makes me want to be pregnant again. But in the that was the begining of what is now our Will kind of way.
So I guess this is also the one year anniversary of my Pregnancy/Baby Journal. We've come a long way since we saw that little fuzzy peanut appear on the black and white screen. Will has come a long way.
He has really started to laugh, you know those really good baby belly laughs. The one person he cracks up for the most? Emily. I can get a pretty good chuckle out of him by tickling his tummy and chin, but Emily, just by being herself, really gets him going. He stands in his exersaucer, stomps his feet, flaps his arms wildly, and just laughs and laughs at her antics.
Of course she is pretty funny, especially when she isn't even trying to be. If you've seen Napoleon Dynamite, you know that outfit with the moon boots? The other day Emily (with, mind you, a perfectly normal wardrobe, you know, not circa 1987) was able to do a perfect replica of Napoleon's look. The best part is that she's totally clueless. This, putting together strange clothes combos, paired with her decidedly left-brainness, makes me wonder what in the world she'll be when she grows up.
That is, if she can learn to read. Did I say we weren't worried about her academically? Maybe I spoke too soon. We read together and I try to get her to sound out words. It goes something like this:
Me: "Okay, Emily, lets sound this out, what's this letter?"
Emily: "C"
Me: "What does C say?"
Emily: "Cee"
Me: "Well, no, actually sometimes, like in this word, C says Ca, like a K"
Emily: "Ca"
Me: "Good! What's this next letter say?"
Emily: "A"
Me: "Great! And the next?"
Emily: "T"
Me: "Okay, now put it together"
Emily: "Caaaa...Ahhh....Tttt"
Me: "Okay, a little faster"
Emily: "Ce-A-T"
Me: "Um, remember C says Ca, like K in this word"
Emily: "Oh yeah... It says mushroom!"
Me: "...."
And it continues like that in circles, for as long as I can stand it. Granted, the letter "C" is a difficult one, and I place some blame on the English language, but most of the time, it's like she's not even trying. Like when I try to teach her how to tie her shoes, and we go step-by-step and she seems to get it, then I tell her to try herself and she just twists the laces around each other and says, "Look, I did it!". Oy.
But I think we'll focus on enjoying Emily's cool, funny, weirdness. I don't doubt that she will learn how to read. Tying her shoes on the other hand... well it's a good thing they invented velcro. She wants to be a rock star for Halloween, which I love. I love how she dances around and "head banes" and how, right now, she's standing on her stuffed horse. And I love how she got so excited about the peaches with "spikits" on top (Peach Cobbler). And most of all, I love that she loves to make Will laugh. And I love that he loves to laugh at her.
posted by Kate @ 7:33 PM
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