"I don't know what was so great about the Depression, but that's the name they gave it."
--Nancy Pelosi, speaking of the Great Depression on the floor of the House today
Monday, September 29, 2008
Musical Treat
If any of you were lucky enough to be in Harris Teeter tonight, you were also treated to what appeared to be music entirely in German.
The music was in all styles: German country, German pop, German drinking songs. It was like Oktoberfest in there: Oom-pa-pa and accordians and singing children. I felt like marching down the aisles, but I was snickering too much to march.
A store employee explained to me that the manager had selected the music because he thought it was relaxing.
Relaxing?
It was energizing, amusing, and perplexing, but it was not relaxing, per se. I actually felt like I was in a foreign country.
The music was in all styles: German country, German pop, German drinking songs. It was like Oktoberfest in there: Oom-pa-pa and accordians and singing children. I felt like marching down the aisles, but I was snickering too much to march.
A store employee explained to me that the manager had selected the music because he thought it was relaxing.
Relaxing?
It was energizing, amusing, and perplexing, but it was not relaxing, per se. I actually felt like I was in a foreign country.
Peter Pan
We only own one Disney movie, and it happens to be Peter Pan. Lucky for me, Victor adores Peter Pan.
Except for at bedtime, that is. At bedtime, he tells Jeremy that the clock in his room is the crocodile, that Peter Pan is on the roof, and that Peter Pan is going to come to his window.
Jeremy's mother says this is a perfect opportunity to help Victor begin to understand what is real and what is not. I'm not sure I'm well equipped to do that. First I have to be sure I don't believe in Peter Pan myself.
Except for at bedtime, that is. At bedtime, he tells Jeremy that the clock in his room is the crocodile, that Peter Pan is on the roof, and that Peter Pan is going to come to his window.
Jeremy's mother says this is a perfect opportunity to help Victor begin to understand what is real and what is not. I'm not sure I'm well equipped to do that. First I have to be sure I don't believe in Peter Pan myself.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Six
Zeke cut his sixth tooth yesterday. He now has two on top and four on the bottom.
He has also discovered that he can make an intriguing noise by rubbing his top and bottom teeth against each other. Yowch!
He has also discovered that he can make an intriguing noise by rubbing his top and bottom teeth against each other. Yowch!
Victor Talks Politics
When Victor drives his cars around the house, he talks out loud. From what I hear, he is making up dialogue between his cars.
This morning, Victor was driving two cars on the table and I heard, "I'm John McCain. I'm John McCain."
Not sure if I heard him correctly, I pointed at one of the cars (a yellow Mustang, if you're interested) and asked him, "Who's this?"
"Barack Obama," he replied.
I am so pleased that we are creating a political atmosphere in our home.
This morning, Victor was driving two cars on the table and I heard, "I'm John McCain. I'm John McCain."
Not sure if I heard him correctly, I pointed at one of the cars (a yellow Mustang, if you're interested) and asked him, "Who's this?"
"Barack Obama," he replied.
I am so pleased that we are creating a political atmosphere in our home.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My Little Weed
Zeke had his nine month checkup today, sans Victor, who was playing at a friend's house (thanks, Joan!).
Zeke weighs 18 lbs 8 oz and is 30 inches long. That means that in nine months he's gained 9 lbs 3 oz and grown 8 1/4 inches. He's held generally steady in the 90th percentile for height and around the 25th percentile for weight. Way to grow, Zeke.
I was all ready to answer the same developmental questions asked of my cousin as described in her post a week ago, but alas! Zeke's doctor asked different questions. So I did the best I could.
Does he get himself into a sitting position? Yes. Does he know his name? Yes. Does he pull up? Yes. Does he walk along the furniture? Yes. Does he play peek-a-boo or pat-a-cake? Yes, if pulling a towel of his head and laughing counts as peek-a-boo. (It does.) Does he say any words? No. But he does reserve the "da" sound for when Jeremy is around. And he says "mummmm mummm mummm" when he's upset.
I was all ready to say that he doesn't understand "no" or perform commands (one-step or otherwise), but nobody asked about that.
Of further interest, his soft spot is now leathery.
Happily, according to Dr. Young, he looks perfectly healthy.
Zeke weighs 18 lbs 8 oz and is 30 inches long. That means that in nine months he's gained 9 lbs 3 oz and grown 8 1/4 inches. He's held generally steady in the 90th percentile for height and around the 25th percentile for weight. Way to grow, Zeke.
I was all ready to answer the same developmental questions asked of my cousin as described in her post a week ago, but alas! Zeke's doctor asked different questions. So I did the best I could.
Does he get himself into a sitting position? Yes. Does he know his name? Yes. Does he pull up? Yes. Does he walk along the furniture? Yes. Does he play peek-a-boo or pat-a-cake? Yes, if pulling a towel of his head and laughing counts as peek-a-boo. (It does.) Does he say any words? No. But he does reserve the "da" sound for when Jeremy is around. And he says "mummmm mummm mummm" when he's upset.
I was all ready to say that he doesn't understand "no" or perform commands (one-step or otherwise), but nobody asked about that.
Of further interest, his soft spot is now leathery.
Happily, according to Dr. Young, he looks perfectly healthy.
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