A Little Knowledge

It has been said that a little knowledge is a bad thing. This is certainly the case with Megan.

Megan entered into the world of language with flawless use of the word "kitty." But as time progressed Megan morphed the word and used it for anything that was particularly exciting, most specifically, all of her stuffed animals became "kitty" (none of them are actually cats) and pictures of babies (including herself) became "kitty." They were all things that were cute and cuddly, so we could kind of justify the useage. But now Megan is trying desperately to learn new words - "duckie" and "daddy" occasionally escape from her lips, particularly if we bait her with repetition: "look, Megan, it's a duckie...DUCK-IE," to which she will reply in jarbled tones,"dck-EE." These new words have only brought confusion, not clarity, to Megan's naming system. We catch her calling the cats "duckie;" Her ducks are frequently "kitty;" and often her jumbled thoughts come out in a run-on list of syllables: "da-da-da-kit-TEE-dck-EE."

We've had some laughs at Megan's expense. Playing flashcards goes something like this:
P: [cat] Megan, what's this?
M: Kitt-ee
P:[horse] Megan, what's this?
M: Kitt-ee
P: [dog] Megan, what's this?
M: Kitt-ee
P: [cow] Megan, what's this?
M: Kitt-ee

And so on and so on.

Megan also now knows that big spoons are for big people food and big people food is better than baby food, so she refuses her little spoon. We have to feed her baby food with the big spoons.

And Megan is now great at climbing the stairs. Her spatial awareness is even worse than her dad's, so we frequently have to catch her when she turns to sit or tries to come down.

So the one thing that Megan seems to have no idea about is "mommy." One day we were in the bath. When I asked Megan about the duckie, she grabbed the rubber duckie, when I asked Megan about the cat she looked to Zeus who sits next to the tub while we bathe, and when I asked about Mommy, Megan looked expectantly toward the door to see if there was a Mommy walking in.

A second time I was trying to get Megan to repeat after me.
P: [cough, cough, cough]
M: [cough, cough, cough] (Meg loves to imitate coughing)
P: Megan, it's Daddy
M: Dad-dy
P: Look, Megan, the kitty.
M: Kitt-ee
P: Look, Megan, it's Mommy.
M: Dad-dy

aaargh!

Stairmaster

Meg is quickly mastering climbing up the stairs. Down is a MUCH different ball game though.

ICE STORM 2005

Unfortunately, our ice storm was a minor event. Down here in Salem, away from the gorge effect, I fear we will get less snow than we got in Portland. It makes me sad. I did snapp a couple of pictures, however.

Fort Brecks

Pam inherited a green house from her parents when they moved into their active adult retirement community. It was sitting in the crawlspace in portland for six months before we moved. It was sitting in our garage for the last three months. But now it's the most well-protected green house I've ever seen. The chain link fence around it will be moved to the pasture in the future and serve as the new chicken run.

My face matches my shirt!

Today, Pam and I got an soft and squishy envelope from Oxy. In it was a letter congratulating us on our new "cub" and reminding us that there was a place in the freshman class 18 years from now for her. It was the first piece of mail, other than the class notes, that we've received from Oxy that hasn't asked for money. It was very refreshing.Note to self, no more squash for Megan!

Tired

"Are we there yet?"

Bottoms Up!

As mentioned before, Megan loves buttons and things that her little fingers can push. Light switches definitely fall into this category, especially our old fashioned rocker type light switches which make it easy for Megan to turn the lights off and on. (Aside: how sad is it that I am calling something from 1979 "old fashioned"? What does that make me??) Megan is particularly fond of her closet light switch, mostly because she can reach this one by herself from the changing table and because she can watch the lights go on and off.

This excitement with the light switch makes her incredibly difficult to change, because she won't lie still for even a few seconds. In fact, it is a down right pain in the butt (mine, not hers)!