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|From Summer 2009|
As a speech pathologist, I often understand why Lincoln is saying words certain ways, but he continues to surprise me wtih some original words and ways of talking. For my part, I’m surprised how adorable I find it when he does so; in fact, I have no desire at all to help him say his words correctly, at least not at this point. Some of my current favorites from Incoln, as he calls himself, are: “wummy” for yummy, “wes” or “wass” for yes, “dunk” for dump, and DE-wicious or sometimes “de-WISH-us” when he is enjoying what he is eating. He is also getting creative with his language, as today he referred to a cow as a “moo-er” and when using a toy wheelbarrow, he says, “wheel, wheel” since of course that must be the verb form of wheelbarrow. Similarly, the verb form of using a squeegee is logically, “squeeg, squeeg.” He is talking all the time it seems, narrating what he sees and what he is thinking. I really had no idea just how much fun it would be to find out what is going on in that little mind of his.
Lincoln has turned two, and it’s hard for us to believe. He’s still fairly mild mannered, but seems to have come out of his shell some. He’s in the typical vacuum phase kids go through. He pretends to vacuum with his toys, including his toy razor which he flips over, brushes on the carpet and says, “Vacuum, vacuuuum.” That is a normal phase, right?
I have finally uploaded some new pictures of Lincoln. I was appalled when I realized that I’ve been averaging about 5 new pictures per month this summer, and hadn’t included any from September or October on our Picasa site. Sorry Grandparents! Nicole
You can get to the new pictures through the link for “Picasa- our pictures” on the right side of our website.
One day last week I (Nicole) started running water for Lincoln’s bath, a favorite activity of his. As usual, he quickly came toddling into the bathroom, ready to push all his bath toys off the ledge of the tub into the water, to try to scale the side of the bathtub while I peel his clothes off, and to do his best to catch the water coming out of the tap before it falls into the tub. Then, to my surprise, before he even reached the tub, he wheeled around (in toddler language this is understood to take about 2 feet of space–he doesn’t exactly turn on a dime yet) and walked out of the bathroom. I continued to fill the tub, wondering, waiting. Then, back he came. With a bright green sock in his hand. Straight over to the tub, and without any hesitation, he threw the sock into the water! He then turned around, went and got two more socks out of his bottom drawer, and would have done it again if I had not intervened to save the socks from their undeserved drowning. The day after this occurred, we left for a trip. Now that we are back, this process has happened EVERY time we have given him a bath. Some time soon I should probably quit laughing about this and try to teach him not to do it. 🙂
I’m in denial. I think I may have to to check Lincoln’s birth certificate before I actually believe that we have a thirteen-month-old son. Before Lincoln was born, I had heard over and over again that time only goes faster as we get older, and especially when kids come along . . . well, now instead of just hearing that, we’re living it. Until Lincoln was about 9 months old, time seemed to be behaving, but since then the fast forward button seems to be stuck down. (more…)
Lincoln is now 8.5 months and doing great (what else would a proud parent say?). He’s not crawling yet, but is start to experiment. He did just start saying “Mama” and “Da da”. I’m not sure he’s completely figured out what it means, but he does seem to get that when he says “Mama”, he gets something (attention, a smile, etc.). The other day his cousin Asher was over here and a couple of us thought for sure that we heard him say “Asher.” Go figure.
(From the main page, click on the “more” link below for additional pictures. Also, see our Picasa site.)
I’m sure it’s a common pastime for parents to wonder what their kids will turn out like…. Will they like sports or music or books? Will they be hyper or laid-back or always curious? Currently, I’m just wondering about size.
You see, when we get Lincoln measured they always tell us what percentile Lincoln is in according to the “average kid.” When he was born, he was 7 lbs. 10 ounces, head circumference of 14 inches and 21.5 inches long. This put him in the 50th percentile for weight, about the 50th percentile for head circumference, above the 97th percentile for height, and less than the third percentile for weight-to-height ratio. That means that out of 100 kids, mine would be the tallest. I find myself being proud of the big numbers, like they are test scores or something. It’s funny, I never remember being happy about my larger-than normal cranial circumference, but I can’t help thinking that my kid is passing height and failing weight sometimes!
So, I wonder what these numbers mean looking forward?
On June 7th at 3:34pm, we met our firstborn: A 7 lb. 10 oz., 21.5″, dark-haired, healthy baby boy. After about 40 hours of contractions, we went to the hospital and three hours later we had Lincoln. Nicole is worn out but doing well, and “Link” is just perfect (of course). We have some pictues up at our Picasa site (click here). For those of you that guessed ahead of time, I’ll be determining a “winner” soon.