Laughter

We have laughter!

Three days ago, Kai laughed for the first time. I just love the sound of baby laughs. They start at the bottom of their tummies and spread over their whole faces. The beauty of it all is that it doesn't take much to get a baby to laugh. You don't need to tell a joke, you don't even have to be funny - you just have to be you and let him enjoy life.

Both Ben & I were present for his first laugh, although he really laughed at Ben. Ben was pointing to himself, Kai and I, saying our names and touching our noses. He laughed for a second and then had a startled look on his face, as if to say "Where did that noise come from?"

He laughed again for Ben yesterday, when Ben was saying "Jump" and lifting him up in the air.

Today he laughed for me alone, for the first time. Kai was being carried by Ben but he was looking at me. I just smiled at him and he laughed. And my heart melted for the hundreth time.

Melting

We are melting here. Seattle is known for it's mild weather. We usually have days in the high 20's with the nights getting cool, so in the morning the house is cool again. However, that was not the case yesterday. Yesterday it was 41 degrees, the hottest day ever recorded in Seattle. They've been recording temperatures since the late 1800's so that's really saying something.

Today is a little more bearable at 35, although there is still a chance it will get slightly hotter as the temperature usually peaks between 4.00 and 6.00pm.

Surprisingly, the kids have been dealing quite well with the heat. Last night we did quiet reading out on the back verandah, as outside was cooler than inside. We'd told them they only had to wear their underwear to bed which they were quite happy to do. Lizzy had her bath and happily started quiet reading on the back verandah in just her undies. However, at 7, you're a little bit more modest. Isaac didn't want to come out until I suggested perhaps he might like to wear his pajama pants while outside. I noticed however, they came right off again once he was back in bed for sleeping.

We've only got one more night to survive in this heat. By Friday it should be back to pleasant Seattle summers.

Girl Dramas

Lizzy is at day camp this week - and what an up and down adventure it has been. At first she was very excited about going but then, about a week ago, she started crying whenever camp was mentioned. Mean mummy did the "we've paid for it, so you're going" talk. Yesterday, as we walked into the camp ground, she exclaims "I remember here. I do want to go to day camp!". I have to admit I rolled my eyes.

It turned out that one of Lizzy's preschool friends was in the class with her. However, when I picked Lizzy up, she asked me "Do you think once you become friends with someone they should always be your friend?" Oh dear - I know what's happened. "Yes I do Lizzy. Did Emma say she didn't want to be your friend anymore". Eyes welling up, she tells me yes.

So come today, our second day and Lizzy doesn't want to go back to camp. "I don't have any friends there". "Lizzy, sometimes when people are mad they say things that they don't really mean. Was Emma angry when she said she didn't want to be your friend." "Yes - she didn't like something I did". Ahhh...the truth is coming out. "I'm sure she didn't really mean it, and wants to be your friend still".

We had arranged to pick up Emma on the way to camp, and Emma was thrilled to see Lizzy. Isaac, Lizzy & Emma were all in the back chatting, when it is mentioned that another of their preschool friends is in chess camp with Isaac. Emma pipes up and says "One of my preschool friends is in camp with Isaac and another preschool friend is is camp with me!"

I smile to myself, and in my mind I'm saying "Thank you so much for saying those magic words Emma!" For I have seen in my rear vision mirror a little girl who is beeming because Emma has said that she was friends with Lizzy.

I never realised raising a girl would mean dealing with such drama. Am I allowed to confess that I'm glad to have two boys?

How to Make a Baby Happy

Well...how to make one baby in particular happy...

1. Let him know that he is not illegitimate
Kai's great aunt Glenda gave us a beautiful frame for our wedding certificate when we married. It just so happens that Kai's change table is in our room, directly under the frame. He loves to talk to the certificate and give it big smiles. We think he likes knowing that he has a mummy and daddy who are married.

2. Watch Mummy & Daddy kiss
It's especially fun to watch mummy and daddy kiss. It almost always guarantees a smile. And so it should - he has read the marriage lines so it must be a good thing that the people mention are kissing :)

Look at me...I can hold up my head...

I did a "photo shoot" with Kai this afternoon. He's getting so strong these days and can hold up his head quite well. He also loves to push down on his feet if you hold him in a standing position.

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Can you play Pick The Child?

So which one is Isaac, Lizzy and Kai?

Also - what color hair is Kai going to have? We know it's not brown like Lizzy & Isaac but the jury is out on what color it's going to be.

Here are some closer photos of Lizzy & Kai's hair color...

Kai & I

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I've updated my Shutterfly webpage again. This is my favorite photo.

Poor 3rd Child

Poor Kai - he's a third child. It's tough being the 3rd. Take for example our house at 6.00pm. Kai is crying and I'm trying to make dinner.

Had this been Isaac, we wouldn't have been having dinner. Isaac would be getting held and comforted and dinner would be at 9.00pm. Ben & I would have been completely fine with having a late dinner without a crying child.

Then comes Lizzy. Lizzy too, would probably have been held however dinner ran a high chance of being burnt, as I tried to comfort and cook at the same time.

Then comes the 3rd. Poor Kai is placed in the bouncer at my feet. He's screaming, I'm using my foot to bounce him but dinner is ready for the four of us to eat - and it's even done before bedtime for the kids.

We'd better not have a 4th - she'd probably not even get the bouncer :)

Shutterfly

I just recently created a website on Shutterfly where you can see all of my photos. It has this neat little feature where I can pick a photo and it will post it to this webpage. This is the result..

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I've also added a link over on your right, where you can click to see the webpage.

Little Mummy

Kai hates being in his car seat. We usually have about 1-2 minutes of peace until he realises that he's in the "evil" place and starts screaming.

Yesterday, I took Lizzy to a park about 15 minutes away from our house. Kai, in his usual style was screaming his little lungs out, when suddenly there was silence. I looked in my rear vision mirror and Lizzy has stuck her finger into his mouth and he was happily sucking away. She's seen Ben do this so often that she must have decided to try it herself and was very pleased with herself that it worked.

We won't mention the germ factor of a 5 year old sticking their finger in their brother's mouth, nor the safely of using a finger as a dummy in a car - but it was very sweet to see her comforting her brother. Or was it her just trying to get a few minutes of peace in the car?

Kai Alexander

Just in case you missed the news - Kai was born on 29 April, weighing in at 10lb 7oz and 21.25 inches long.

Here are some more photos of our (not so) little guy.

Rocks & Planks

Yesterday I worked on cleaning up the yard a little bit. (I also thought some good yard work might help induce labor but it didn't work.) I made a nice pile of largish rocks that had been lying around the back yard with the thought that I would take them to the dump one day soon.

Today however I was amused to see that my pile of rocks had become a source of entertainment for Isaac & Lizzy. They moved our planks of wood and the rocks, making levers and weights that they could walk over or balance stuff on the other end.

I'd still like to get rid of the rocks but maybe I need to wait until the end of summer.

Spelling it Out

Isaac is a very sweet child. And it's not just mummy bias, as I hear this from his teachers and friends.

However, lately the sweetness level is sky high.

Every day Isaac does some spelling for Ben & I. It goes like this.

I l-o-v-e y-o-u 1-0-0-0-0-0-0 (anywhere up to about 50 0's) t-i-m-e-s.

I've got to the point where I can't keep up with the number of zero's he says so I just spell back. I l-o-v-e y-o-u d-i-t-t-o.

I think I need to get a recording of this so I can play it back in 10 years time.

Potty Talk

Lizzy has suddenly found "potty" jokes extremely funny. I should have known it would happen, as I think every child goes through this stage. I blame Ben entirely. He started it at dinner one night when she dropped some peas on herself and he commented that she had peed on herself. That resulted in fits of laughter and the joke has continued most nights that we eat peas. Another fun game we have is we make up silly rhyming words. So of course, when I told her to put on her shoes, she replied "you mean my koos or how about my poos?" When she realised what she had said, the laughter began again and she had to go and repeat her ryhming word to daddy.

Ahhh..hopefully this stage won't be too long in passing.

Echo

The other day Lizzy was walking along screeching. She had a huge grin on her face as she'd loudly yell "eeeek". I couldn't work out why she was doing this to start with, until I listened very closely - there was a slight echo.

"Lizzy - are you trying to make an echoing sound?"

"Yeah - and the world answers back."

I love the perspective of a child.

The Weight of Responsiblity

Our scholastic book order arrived today. A virtual pet came with one of the books Lizzy chose.

She was eager to turn it on and play with it. She mananged to turn it on, and was asking me how to use it. I started going through the different things with her, such as feeding, playing, cleaning and health checkups. It was OK for about half an hour. She carried it around with her and occassionally chose to do something with her pet.

Then the tears started. "Mummy, I want you to turn it off". Unfortunately you can't turn those things off, so I said she could just put it in her toy box. More tears. "Why are you feeling so sad?" "I might forget about my pet. I want to call Daddy. I'm so sad and I want to tell him about that thing I don't like."

Oh dear.

Valentines

Can I make a confession?

I really dislike Valentines Day in America.

Valentines Day in America is so commercialised and it's all about telling people how much you love them, even when you don't. Spouses get Valentines (I'm OK with this one), parents & grandparents get Valentines (sorry grandparents - my kids are 1/2 Australia - you get the Australian treatment!), children get Valentines, all your classmates get Valentines, all your teachers get Valentines and you can even send Valentines to your friends. Valentines might be small or you can spend a fortune if you wish.

A typical valentine to give to classmates is a card with a lollipop threaded through it. You write the recipents name and your name on the back of the card. However, it seems quite wrong when Isaac is completing his school valentines and says to me "Ana is mean. Which valentine should I give to her?"

Nerves

Last Wednesday, Isaac's grade did a "President's Wax Musuem". Each child was required to research their president and memorize a small speech about them. Isaac was Andrew Johnson, 17th President of the USA.

On Tuesday night, halfway through dinner, Isaac annouced that he really wasn't hungry and wanted to go to bed. It was close to bedtime, so I said he didn't need to finish dinner and could go and clean his teeth and get ready for bed. Much to my surpise, he did this. Usually the only time my kids don't want to eat dinner is when they have something else they want to do that is more fun.

I went to check on him, and asked him if he was feeling sick. No. I thought for a minute. "Isaac, are you worried about the Wax Musuem?" Yes.

Ben came in at this point, and reassured him that it was normal to feel a little bit nervous about speaking in front of people and that he remembered getting nervous doing it when he was a boy. We also reassured him that he did great whenever he practiced his speech. A smile came back to Isaac's face, and it seemed like he was less worried.

And just so you know...on Wednesday he did wonderfully.

Pokemon Cards

It was frustrating me that Isaac wanted to play Pokemon on his gameboy for alot longer than he was allowed. It was a constant battle of "Isaac, you need to put away your gameboy for a little while and do something else" or "Isaac, your electric time is up for the day. How about you go an make something with your lego". I really don't like being a nagging mother, but I also didn't want him playing Pokemon all day.

Since Elizabeth has turned 5, she's been allowed to play Pokemon as well. She's picked it up very quickly, and the two of them will happily play a Pokemon card game, which I'm much happier about than them playing on the gameboy.

However, there's been a recent development which makes me even happier. Isaac has started making his own Pokemon cards. I love the thought and creativity he uses to come up with his new cards. Jan A once said to me that you need to use kids' favorite things, and incorporate them into learning. Pokemon is still an obsession, despite my trying to branch out this past Christmas - but now I'm happy to say he is learning new skills through it. He spells out his own words, draws his own pictures, and creates cards that are "realistic" in regards to strategy (although Ben did have to sit down at the beginning and explain that a card with 700 health points was not fair to other players)

Comparisons

We recorded Lizzy's Christmas pageant and were watching it the other night. Lizzy was one of the last children to come on stage to say her line. As soon as she came out, Isaac exclaimed "Lizzy, this video makes you look so much taller than you really are!"

He has always has compared his sister to himself and his friends and has rarely seen her against children of her own age. As a result, he's never really thought of her as being tall. So it was quite a shock to him to see how much taller she was than all her classmates.