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Where’s Grandpa?

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

Audio MP3

Where’s MorMor?
Where’s Grandma?
Where’s Grandpa? ...

A while back, I asked Evan the whereabouts of some folks we know. Mostly wanted to catch him talking about grandpa, who was, at the time, far away on a big ship, playing piano. John, since you’re at it again, I thought you might enjoy this audio snippet.

Lost in the Woods

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Just before he turned two (Omigod, Evan’s two and we haven’t blogged about that!) (Or anything!) (Well, what’s this blog’s tagline anyway?) we started letting Evan watch what Anna’s watching on the TV (movies on DVD only—we still aren’t plugged in). And that’s a little different from when Anna started watching movies. He’s seeing Elmo, and Bob the Builder, and My Little Pony, and other stuff that Anna’s gotten into.

But we also kept showing him one of the first things we let Anna watch, and now he’s starting to love it just as much as she did—Lost in the Woods. It incorporates live footage of animals with photos from the book of the same name, with voiceovers creating a story. Actually, none of us call it “Lost in the Woods,” we call it “Spring is Here,” which is the first song. Evan’s been playing the first part of the DVD again and again, and just recently he’s started to let it play past the first song.

It’s in my head this morning, and I’ve realized how much Erika and I love this as well. There are catchy songs, dorky asides, and it all smacks of an independent effort to put something together innocent and charming. We love the story of making the movie as well. It shows how goofy the people are who put this together.

If you’re looking for the first thing to show a child on TV, we’d highly recommend this.

And one more thing…

Friday, January 9th, 2009

Best phone call on the intercom ever*:

Help!—Poop!!—Broken things!!!

*That is, that I can recall at the moment, and probably we would have to say, not counting every time Anna is talking to me on the phone.

Right, time to go, and Anna just called to say,
“I really want to decorate, come now.”

An Ode

Friday, January 9th, 2009

Evan, Evan, Evan.

Poor guy. You’re a year old, and although there may be a few pictures of you here and there, so little has been written here about you. Okay, so little has been written here at ALL. Prior to this post, there were 20 about Anna, and only 2 about you. TWO. When Anna was one, we’d written about the first time she rolled over, signs she had made, and more. You get a list. One list. Of things you’ve put in your mouth. Hardly flattering.

So today, before we celebrate your first birthday (the party postponed after the family’s post-Christmas cold-o-rama), I would like to extemporize a little Ode to Evan.

Ahem…

O!
You are so marvelous, so filled with vigor and with joy and O!
(That is to say, O’s.)
Your mad supahfast crawling skills, and your newly-found climbing abilities, inspire us to new heights each passing day—
—will you reach here?—oh,
you will? All right—
How about—there?
Oh, look at that! You can move chairs.
Across the room.
And then—ah.
We shall be neater.
We shall find higher places for things.
We need lots of very high shelves, now,
perhaps.

O!
Little boy of mine, how fast you have grown!
Where has this year passed?—were you not once
a little
bundle
unable to sit up, unable to crawl, just
looking around, and then
LOOK at your feet, the light in your eyes as you could stand UP, right there,
right there in the middle of the room,
and now? NOW you are walking, 6, 7 steps sometimes,
to the piano, in the kitchen, from the bathroom
and soon, so much more.

Ah!
How I love to feel you let go,
drift off in my arms, my warbly
slow humming Evan …
Evan …
cajoling you to sleep
with something resembling
that Miles Davis tune …
your hand so often clutching a tiny fork, an animal,
a little…something to hang on to,
see the hand … let … go …
feel, hear the baby breath soften, and even out,
and I shift your weight so gently
to the right—
remove one strap
to the left—
the other strap, reach back, unclip,
slip the sling out so carefully,
mustn’t wake you now,
and lay you tenderly down to
rest, to sleep some time before
you need mom again.

Hum.
This is not enough.
Will it ever be?
I must go now, to be with you,
rather than
to write about you.
And this, truly, is what it always is now.
May you know that just like Anna,
you are our sweet child,
our sweetest little thing
we love you so—!

O!
Look at the time.
My family needs me.

Things Evan Put in his Mouth recently

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

peas
Jasper’s tail
apples
Grandma’s christmas tree
Peppermint Foot Spray (this actually made him puke)
Mom’s toe
raw potatoes
turkey
wrapping paper
toilet paper (quite a bit really)
oyster crackers
Anna’s stocking
orange peel
the wrong end of a banana
his baby doll’s hand
baby food (occasionally)
gluten free bread
raw carrots