Happy Halloween!

Cora had her first real Halloween tonight. Last year in the apartments we went to our upstairs neighbor and got a packet of Goldfish. Maybe that was two years ago...at any rate, one packet of Goldfish was her cumulative lifetime Halloween haul so far.

This year there are too many friends at school who know what Halloween is all about--loads of candy. So lest Cora feel betrayed when she goes to school in the morning (and because it's fun), we hit the neigborhood for some real trick or treating. She dressed herself in her Ladybug costume, discarding the color-coordinated red pants and shirt in favor of her own blue stripe shirt and flowered pants. We went to Anne's street and visited about fifteen houses in all, her pumpkin bucket sagging at the handles by the end of the night with the weight of her candy.

Baby talk

Oliver now has three words:
"Ma"=Mommy
"Da"=Daddy
"Buh"=Buh-bye now.

He's added "buh" to his waving, so we're pretty sure he knows what he's saying. Or he knows that he's imitating what we're saying.
He has enjoyed an explosion of freedom in the last two weeks after mastering the slithery crawl. He also shimmies on his butt with one leg straight out to the side. He cocks his left leg out straight, curls his right, then starts bouncing up and down, propelling himself forward. He developed this technique after constantly ramming his head into cabinets and couches when trying to get close to objects on the floor. The "dropping" game is also a new favorite. Oliver has learned that when he drops things off the high chair they disappear and then someone will pick them back up.

Cora's World

We got a chance to visit Cora's home away from home tonight as Abintra Montessori held an open house. Anne and Grandma Sally came with us to see what Cora does with all the time she spends away from home.

Here Comes Fall

"Ma...ma!"

Oliver finally said it today; the word every mother longs to hear after she has faithfully nursed and nourished her young offspring and he has been saying "da-da" for a month already. We were in the car on the way to Cora's school for an open house. Oliver was hungry and lunging enthusiastically at Kate's chest as she sat between the two kids in the back seat. As he waved his arm in the direction of her torso Oliver said very clearly "maaa...Ma!" And he kept saying it the rest of the night, usually when Kate was around. He's also starting to wave at us--he does the wrist swivel wave like a dignitary on a parade float.

Grandma's Little Helper

Da Kiddos

Oliver is in a pitiful state right now... he got his current round of shots at the doctor yesterday and his body is feverishly fighting off a volley of diluted but nasty bugs. He couldn't sleep last night and had trouble napping today too, so by 5:00pm tonight he was a woozy drunk, babbling incoherently in a half-cry, half-moan. And somehow he's still sweet. Not happy but sweet.

Cora got a full dose of boys tonight and couldn't be happier about it. Fog and Sarah had a party at their place and as luck would have it there was a five year old and and a six year old there. They all played hide and seek and streaked through the house, the boys taking turns either ostracizing or including Cora. One minute she was in the game, the next it's "Eww, girls! Get away!" "She's only four! We're five and six!" Of course I'm standing there feeling bad for her, forgetting that this is how the game of boys and girls is played, that cooties and rejection rituals are all just flirtation building blocks and certainly not taken seriously by the kids themselves. I was reminded of this when Cora sang all the way home in the car, making up lyrics to songs and opening the window to let the wind blow her hair. She was one happy kid.

Cora's past life

Yesterday morning Cora looked at me and said, "I was born before, you know. Before this."
"Really? Tell me about it."
"I was born in Twenty-Six. Before, when I was God, the first wind was invented by invisible fans. The wind you feel comes from big fans that you can't see. I invented those."

The kids eating snacks, Oliver eating trash

The kids eating snacks, Oliver eating trash
Originally uploaded by Wingates.

Sarah's photos

Click on the "Aunt Sarah's Photo Album" link in the upper right of the page for some new pictures of the kids...mainly Ollie and his man-boobs.

Oliver pulled up into a standing position on the couch yesterday. He's still not crawling per se, but scuttles his body across the floor like a fat crab. His physical progress is what strikes me with him, while at this point in Cora's infancy it seemed I could already hear her brain pulsating eagerly in her skull. It was about this time that Cora started responding to words and saying "oof oof" when we asked her what a puppy says. Oliver, on the other hand, doesn't seem drawn to intellectual pursuits just yet. He is intent on the tactile world, moving his body around, sticking stuff in his mouth. He eats like a horse already; Cora didn't really start solid food until she was a year old. When we wave and say good-bye to Oliver he just looks at us blankly, then at our hands, then back to our faces, as if he's thinking "there they go again flailing their arms around." He doesn't seem to think about doing it himself. Maybe he's relieved he doesn't share our arm-flapping affliction.