October 3, 2003

Remembering The Things They Say And Do

Nathaniel and I were passing St. Endellion church in the car yesterday, and I told him it was where he had been baptized (it’s also the site of the St. Endellion Summer Music Festival, which was started by his Grandfather Roger, Rachel’s father). He didn’t say anything until we passed the church again on the the way home. As we passed it the second time he said “Dada, will Sebastian be bath-tized in the same church I was?”

I’ve been meaning to write down these “audio-syncracies” because they are such a lovely reminder of how earnest and delightful he is these days. But I haven’t been, partly because I haven’t known where to put them. But that’s what this blog is for, isn’t it? To remember the little things as well as the big things. And so gentle reader, I hope you won’t mind if I throw a little personal stuff into the mix once in awhile.


While writing this entry I suddenly remembered that two and half years ago I started another blog called For Nathaniel in which I tried to write down some of the things we were experiencing as first time parents. I made only nine entries over a two year period, I suppose because there was never enough time to sit and let the words come slowly, and of their own accord. Re-reading them I am struck by how well they remind me of things I’d forgotten.

Enjoy.

– Frank

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Puh-putering and Other Funny Words
Right now you are sitting next to me watching books on the “puh-puter", You really love to sit next to me while I’m working, and work on the computer yourself.

You have so many funny words that I want to record and remember them all…puh-puter instead of computer, armbo instead of elbow (add more here…)

What a lovely day it is.

Love,
Daddy

Thursday, August 08, 2002
On Your Third Birthday
(It has been almost a year since my last post…bad bad bad Daddy!)

Today’s your third birthday. For months now you’ve known, and have been telling everyone, that your birthday is “in August", and it’s on “the eighth". So unbelievably cute. Well today, August the eighth finally happened, and what a lovely day it is. You woke up early, and I had to convince you to open the door to let Rosie out, where, a green! bike was waiting for you. Thank you Mommy! Thank you Daddy! This bike has a rear brake, unlike Julia’s bike (which got lost or stolen), which pedaled both ways (i.e. no brake). You caught on very quickly (no surprise there) and gave it a spin up and down the walkway.

Then we opened the rest of the presents (pencils with your name and a book from Granny Deborah, red shirts from Cayo, something still in the mail from Grama Weez, and a baseball bat and ball from us). We called them all and you said thank you.

Mommy had a doctor’s appointment in SF, so you and Rosie came into work with me. You told everyone that today was your birthday. When Mommy called to tell us she was done you and I went potty, and then we skipped down the street to South Park. You are so full of fun and energy and light. Always skipping, always (well, almost always) happy, and full of boy vinegar.

Life is good Nathaniel. Thank you.

Love,
Daddy

Tuesday, August 21, 2001
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Wow, what a difficult time you’re having going to sleep in your own bed. And wow lot’s has happened between this posting and the last one. (I really am bad at this, but will try and be better, because you are so much fun, and so amazing, except at bed time)

You’re just home (last Friday) from a 7 week trip away from home. First we went to the Cape for a week, and then you went with Mom to England where you met “new friends". That’s the phrase we came up with to explain to you what you were going to be doing while Daddy had to go home to see Rosie and the kitties and Lynna. New friends. You said it over and over when I asked you where you were going. You weren’t sure what it meant, but it seemed to give you strength in the face of Daddy going away.

While you were away you immediately learned how to climb out of your crib (the sides at home were much higher than those at Katie’s in England) and since it was difficult to ask anyone else to put up with lots of crying as you learned to sleep by yourself, you slept with Mommy for the whole trip. When we met up again at the Cape, we tried to put you back into your crib, but that was met with screeches the likes of which I had no idea someone your size could possibly create. So we gave up and you slept on a mattress next to Mom, but mostly you slept in her bed. Made things interesting I might add.

There’s so much to catch up on, that I think I’ll wait for another posting.

In the meantime, sleep well little man, we love you very much.

– Mom and Dad

Tuesday, April 17, 2001
Where has the time gone? It turns out I’m not a very good diary keeper. Never was, expect for a brief couple of months when I was traveling in India, Nepal and Yugoslavia. But I’ll try to be better.

We went to Yosemite this weekend. On the way we went through the Altamont pass, where there are hundreds of windmills whizzing happily in the wind, creating much needed power. You took one look at them and said “WOW! OH WOW!". Where did that come from???

Monday, February 12, 2001
What’s with the biting little man? You don’t seem to do it to me anymore (famous last words) after a couple of quick cheek pinches, but you are doing it to Mom and you bit poor Marcus really hard on the arm last night. We’re hoping you grow out of it, and soon.

Other than that, you are a very sweet little man.

Saturday, February 10, 2001
Aaron and Julia and Marcus came up from Redwood City for dinner and here is a picture of them.

Friday, February 09, 2001
Rhymes With Book
Gook. Would that be juice gook or milk gook little man?

What a funny word, gook. We think you learned it before we had the ear tubes put in, and really couldn’t hear very well. If you put your fingers in your ears, milk sounds a bit like gook, since all you really hear is the u-k. And there are other words you have that sound like gook, like sock. It’s a bit like “daddy” which you use for me, and for bicycles, and anything else that is recognizable but doesn’t yet have a word for. Very fun.

Tonight you said “eyes” very clearly. Oh yes, and you learned how to use the fishing poles with magnets to pick up the fish and shells – very exciting to see how coordinated and quick you are.

Wednesday, February 07, 2001
On Monday morning you learned about the concept of “self” and made your mother very happy in the process.

I was changing you in the morning, and I asked you where Daddy was. You pointed at me and then at my picture on the wall. So I asked where Nathaniel was, and you pointed first at yourself and then at your picture on the wall. Then I asked where Rosie was and you pointed at her picture on the wall, and then at Rosie sitting on the ground. Finally I asked where Mommy was, and you pointed at all her pictures on the wall! What a breakthrough – finally you’re going to start calling her Mommy instead of Daddy (like everything else in the world, but most especially bicycles).

Best of all though, you came into bed this morning and looked right at your mother, and pointed and said very clearly and distinctly M-O-M-M-Y! What a relief (whew!).

There’s no question that this realization of self is being manifested in other ways. For example, you’re much clearer on what a book is. You’ve been taking books to bed at night for a couple of weeks now, and asking to be read 2, 3, 4 even 5 books before going to bed. But this morning you brought Choo-Choo into bed with us, and as Mom was reading it to you it was obvious that you finally understood that the words matched the pictures, and that there was a linear story, and that you wanted to get all the way through it. Very exciting to watch you learn and grow.

I love you – Dad.

Monday, February 05, 2001
The Way You Run
How will we ever capture the way you run with your arms behind you like an airplane?

– Mom and Dad

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