Here's another journal entry from our little diarist:
Daddy, Connor:
I'm going to go on the roof, in Cyprus. It's so exciting! But there's going to be a fence. Hmmm... oh man, I don't know how high it's gonna be. Eh. Uh, how high is it gonna be? I think I'm gonna fall.
Jamie and Gwen and Peter put sand in a bowl and then we put water in the bowl and then we took it out and it was mud and we were pretending there were sea monsters in the water and we threw mud at it. We saw a shark. For real. We really did. For real.
(they didn't).
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Our correspondents abroad
Here's an entry from Sarah and Jamie from Cyprus!
Jamie is keeping a journal. He was really inspired by hearing about Anne Frank, whose house we saw in Amsterdam. He is exploring various forms of journaling; the first is in the form of a letter, the second is a reminiscence, the third is more of a diary entry:
Dear Liam, I liked going in the ocean and going in the waves. That was so fun. I loved it. I loved when we had sleepovers. Me and Liam were having so much fun playing the lion game when Liam was a rabbit and I was a lion and we were friends when we were a kid and a teenager, but when I grew up to be a grown-up I didn't remember the rabbit, but when he went into this hole I remembered him.
When we were in Vermont, I was in a room with bunk beds. I had a bicycle that Pops got for me. I went on a boat ride with Daddy. Connor had a birthday and I made a choo-choo train cake with Nonni. I went to school in Vermont and I had a friend named Cyrus. Me and Cyrus played and the teacher sprayed water at us and we ran away. Pops took me and Connor to a ski mountain in Connecticut. Pops told me that he and Emma went there and skiied. I thought I didn't want to ski.
Jamie: I saw more than 100 bicycles in Amsterdam and it was so cool in Amsterdam and I got to ride a boat with my momma. That was a lot of fun. And I rode a bus and two planes and two trains.
Jamie is keeping a journal. He was really inspired by hearing about Anne Frank, whose house we saw in Amsterdam. He is exploring various forms of journaling; the first is in the form of a letter, the second is a reminiscence, the third is more of a diary entry:
Dear Liam, I liked going in the ocean and going in the waves. That was so fun. I loved it. I loved when we had sleepovers. Me and Liam were having so much fun playing the lion game when Liam was a rabbit and I was a lion and we were friends when we were a kid and a teenager, but when I grew up to be a grown-up I didn't remember the rabbit, but when he went into this hole I remembered him.
When we were in Vermont, I was in a room with bunk beds. I had a bicycle that Pops got for me. I went on a boat ride with Daddy. Connor had a birthday and I made a choo-choo train cake with Nonni. I went to school in Vermont and I had a friend named Cyrus. Me and Cyrus played and the teacher sprayed water at us and we ran away. Pops took me and Connor to a ski mountain in Connecticut. Pops told me that he and Emma went there and skiied. I thought I didn't want to ski.
Jamie: I saw more than 100 bicycles in Amsterdam and it was so cool in Amsterdam and I got to ride a boat with my momma. That was a lot of fun. And I rode a bus and two planes and two trains.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
More from our little photographer
I've posted a bunch more of Jamie's photographs and you should be able to view them here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25018&id=1387150310&l=1f910d43f2
I've started classifying into a few categories. Right now I've got: Abstract, or nearly so, Connor, the House, Media Studies, Toys, Things Jamie Loves, and Hard to Define. See if you can guess which is which.
Actually looking through about 250 of his pictures from the last month, made for an interesting journey from old house to new seen from the perspective of about 4 feet off the ground. Really the categories represent his little world pretty effectively. Enjoy.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25018&id=1387150310&l=1f910d43f2
I've started classifying into a few categories. Right now I've got: Abstract, or nearly so, Connor, the House, Media Studies, Toys, Things Jamie Loves, and Hard to Define. See if you can guess which is which.
Actually looking through about 250 of his pictures from the last month, made for an interesting journey from old house to new seen from the perspective of about 4 feet off the ground. Really the categories represent his little world pretty effectively. Enjoy.
What time is it?
Jamie is very into time these days. This stems primarily from the fact that he knows he has to wait until 7:00 to get out of bed, but recently Jamie came home from school announcing that a friend had gotten a water-proof watch and he wanted one too. Something about the water-proof really set Jamie off. So we got him one and you see here his own picture of it. I'll try to get one of him modelling it. He is so cute wearing it because on the one hand (as it were), it makes him look very grown up to have a watch on. On the other seeing how enormous it looks strapped around his skinny little wrist helps us remember how small he still is.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Where is the table?
OK, everybody, moving and a little illness has kept from blogging but I'll get back on-line fully soon. A couple of quick notes, however. The boys are adapting very well to the new house. It had to be a bit strange because they went to school two Wednesdays ago from the old house and came home to the new one. This was helped considerably by having Pops around, which pleased the boys greatly. Jamie was initially displeased by the house and yard since none of his toys were unpacked yet (this is a kid version of those people on real estate shows who say they don't like a house because the furniture is ugly). But now that the toys are coming out of the boxes he is more receptive, though any time he bangs his head or foot on something unexpected he says "I don't want to live in this house." The first couple of weeks have been a little rough around the edges, though. We've had to turn the water off, lost the dryer and the fridge at various times, so even our most basic parental duties of feeding them and clothing them have only barely been met.
For his part, Connor has been non-plussed. Even when the boxes were piled high throughout the house, we had his ramp and cars set up. He marched in, didn't even look around and starting sending the cars down and was happy. He has been a bit confused about where things are in the house, however. Over the first few days he would periodically end up by himself in an empty room at one end of the house calling out, a bit anxiously "Mommy? Dada? Jamie?" Also, at one point after we washed hands, we told him to go to the dinner table. As often, he good-naturedly said OK and then marched off into the bedroom. We turned him around and he went into another bedroom. Finally he asked, not at all impatiently, "Where is the table?" It's a feeling we've all had in some form, frankly.
But we are meeting some kids on the street already and the boys are like riding their various vehicles around the block. There is also a pool and a playground literally around the corner and we have made much use of this already. The boys are sleeping in same room together as well. Jamie is usually so tired by the end of the day that he tells Connor to be quiet for us. They are taking a little too much advantage of being able to get out of bed and come into our room, but all in all its been a success. More soon...
For his part, Connor has been non-plussed. Even when the boxes were piled high throughout the house, we had his ramp and cars set up. He marched in, didn't even look around and starting sending the cars down and was happy. He has been a bit confused about where things are in the house, however. Over the first few days he would periodically end up by himself in an empty room at one end of the house calling out, a bit anxiously "Mommy? Dada? Jamie?" Also, at one point after we washed hands, we told him to go to the dinner table. As often, he good-naturedly said OK and then marched off into the bedroom. We turned him around and he went into another bedroom. Finally he asked, not at all impatiently, "Where is the table?" It's a feeling we've all had in some form, frankly.
But we are meeting some kids on the street already and the boys are like riding their various vehicles around the block. There is also a pool and a playground literally around the corner and we have made much use of this already. The boys are sleeping in same room together as well. Jamie is usually so tired by the end of the day that he tells Connor to be quiet for us. They are taking a little too much advantage of being able to get out of bed and come into our room, but all in all its been a success. More soon...
Friday, May 1, 2009
Girls, girls, girls!
Jamie seems at once fascinated by girls and oblivious to/about them. On the one hand, there is his ongoing interest in Carson and her best friend Sophie. Also, the other day he told me in the car that his friend at school Callista calls him "Janie" as a nickname. He had a sort of silly smile as he reported this and then said, "She says it in such a cute way."
But then the other day we were at the Spring picnic at his school. We were all playing in the gym because it was rainy. We were all playing with boys when two girls from his class came up and dragged him away. Every time he would squirm away from them, they would track him down and drag him back to base in some sort of game of tag. Sarah and I were of course beside ourselves watching this. But the very next day we were talking about the picnic and what he had done and it was as though it hadn't happened. When we reminded him, he sort of said, "Oh yeah," in a vague way and went back to talking about sports and balls.
But then the other day we were at the Spring picnic at his school. We were all playing in the gym because it was rainy. We were all playing with boys when two girls from his class came up and dragged him away. Every time he would squirm away from them, they would track him down and drag him back to base in some sort of game of tag. Sarah and I were of course beside ourselves watching this. But the very next day we were talking about the picnic and what he had done and it was as though it hadn't happened. When we reminded him, he sort of said, "Oh yeah," in a vague way and went back to talking about sports and balls.
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