We let Karston run around the basement this evening while I put laundry in the dryer and Daddy told me about his day. After the laundry transfer, we walked over to stairs, and looked to see which parent he wanted to carry him up the steps. He came to the first step, put both hands and one foot on it, and looked at me (I was sitting on the bottom step to take off my shoes). I put a hand on his bottom for support, and he crawled up one step. OK, that's cool, wait for it ... yes! he made an attempt on the second step! By the fifth step, he could clamber up without a supporting hand, although I was right behind him to make sure he didn't tumble down. By the tenth step, he was moving rather quickly for someone who had never gone up stairs on his own before, from one step to the next in about 1.5 seconds. Speedy child! He just did fifteen steps, and went upstairs on his own steam!
I'm grateful for the door at the top of the stairs. It has a lock that only adults can reach, too.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Panty Raid
Laundry happens: my mother was getting ready to do laundry today when Karston started going through her laundry basket. He was making very happy sounds, playing with soft stuff, and that's a good time to get your own projects done quickly. Then he pulled out the Victoria's Secret panties with a victory crow! This boy pulls hats off his head as soon as the hat touches his head, but he ran around her house making happy sounds and pulling panties over his head! So I figure Karston has had his first panty raid, and is even farther along his frat boy path. I had no idea that my son would be showing so much of his own personality (and such a boy personality) this young (trust me, he didn't learn about panty raids at home!), but I learn new things from Karston all the time.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Speed Dial
Trust me, you do not want to be on my speed dial list. Karston thinks the telephone is the coolest toy ever (touch tones! lighted screen! Mommy uses it! Karston doesn't get to touch it often!). His toy phones (the Parents one from Target and the Ambi/Brio one) are pretty good, but not as good as The Real Thing. I try not to forbid much (just watch him very closely), so he was holding the phone today after my conference call. He enjoys pushing the keys, and every once in a while he hit the button to dial out. (Then I would leap into action, snag the phone, and hang up. I'm sure the phone company loves me.)
So if you know parents of toddlers, you don't want to be on their speed dial list! There's no telling when you might get some weird phone call.
So if you know parents of toddlers, you don't want to be on their speed dial list! There's no telling when you might get some weird phone call.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Oh, Daddy!
This evening, we got home just a little before Karston, so Daddy checked on the garden, and picked a ripe tomato while he was there. When Karston showed up, Daddy put the tomato in his shirt pocket and came out of the garden to greet his little boy. And that's when we all saw the funniest thing! Karston gave his usual big grin, happy to see Daddy, and reached for him. Daddy picked him up. Karston, arms up in happiness, noticed the shirt pocket bulge. Or should I say he noticed the breast pocket bulge? The look on Karston's face was a combination of joy and awe! Oh Daddy, you finally grew those breasts I wanted! He was happy to see Daddy before, even more thrilled when ... oh yes, he touched the pocket, that's the right combination of firm and soft!
Karston stroked the pocket. Daddy didn't want a tomato squished in his pocket, so they went in to the kitchen where Daddy emptied that pocket. Oh, it's just a tomato. Karston looked absolutely crestfallen that Daddy didn't grow breasts after all. We laughed when we figured out what he must've been thinking.
Karston stroked the pocket. Daddy didn't want a tomato squished in his pocket, so they went in to the kitchen where Daddy emptied that pocket. Oh, it's just a tomato. Karston looked absolutely crestfallen that Daddy didn't grow breasts after all. We laughed when we figured out what he must've been thinking.
No Bike Helmet
Bike helmets (for Karston) came up twice yesterday.
First I read that 75% of all fatal head injuries to children under 5 could have been prevented with bike helmets. That makes bike helmets sound pretty good, although I have to admit, when I saw a kid on a Big Wheels with a bike helmet, it looked pretty silly. Let's see, her butt was two inches off the ground (so her head was lower than standing!), and she could run faster. Yeah, that Big Wheels really needs a bike helmet; she was probably safer on the Big Wheels than on her own feet!
So I looked at "infant bike helmets" at Amazon ... ... and discovered that none of the helmets fit him. He has an 18" head circumference, or just under 46 cm. The smallest helmets start at 47 cm. A helmet that doesn't fit also doesn't protect!
And the second time yesterday was when some neighbors walked over. Brian looked in our garage and said, You have a tandem bike? Why haven't I seen you out on it? The answer is that we don't have a helmet for Karston (and until recently, he wasn't over the recommended one year of age before being a bike passenger), so one of us carries him, so no tandem.
First I read that 75% of all fatal head injuries to children under 5 could have been prevented with bike helmets. That makes bike helmets sound pretty good, although I have to admit, when I saw a kid on a Big Wheels with a bike helmet, it looked pretty silly. Let's see, her butt was two inches off the ground (so her head was lower than standing!), and she could run faster. Yeah, that Big Wheels really needs a bike helmet; she was probably safer on the Big Wheels than on her own feet!
So I looked at "infant bike helmets" at Amazon ... ... and discovered that none of the helmets fit him. He has an 18" head circumference, or just under 46 cm. The smallest helmets start at 47 cm. A helmet that doesn't fit also doesn't protect!
And the second time yesterday was when some neighbors walked over. Brian looked in our garage and said, You have a tandem bike? Why haven't I seen you out on it? The answer is that we don't have a helmet for Karston (and until recently, he wasn't over the recommended one year of age before being a bike passenger), so one of us carries him, so no tandem.
Sleep!!!
He did it! Karston slept through the night last night! We are desperately trying to figure out what did it. He didn't eat much after 5 PM yesterday, but that seems like a good reason to wake up hungry in the middle of the night, as he usually does. He also didn't eat much this morning either, so I hope that's not a trend. He walked all day yesterday and wore himself out, but he did that all weekend too. He went to bed with us, which should be very late for a toddler, but he also did that all weekend. He took a full three hour nap yesterday, but he's done that before. So I don't know what went right last night, but I hope it happens regularly! I could get used to sleeping at night; it was weird last night.
Friday, September 01, 2006
More Walking!
Karston has only done short walks this week ... until this evening! He really needed to walk, instead of getting ready for bed. He's been walking, sitting down easily, pushing up, and walking some more. Today he walked back and forth, made U-turns, and walked some more. We thought he was tired (because he walked to his Daddy and curled up in his lap), but the next time we looked, he was walking to Daddy again!
Karston's been a terror in the kitchen this week. He keeps himself amused, opening the cabinets or trying to get me to acknowledge that some of these cabinets don't open (hmm, the child-proofing kit strikes!). He really loves the cabinet with plastic storage containers! He'll happily pull out all sorts of clean containers and stew them around the floor. The other fun cabinet has an olive oil sprayer; Karston pulls the lid off, puts it on, pulls it off, and tosses it away. He loves to cruise along the cabinets. So the kitchen is a mess after Karston cruises the cabinets. On the other hand, this is the first time since Karston was born that Daddy and I have been able to cook dinner at the same time. Usually one of us holds Karston while the other cooks.
Karston's been a terror in the kitchen this week. He keeps himself amused, opening the cabinets or trying to get me to acknowledge that some of these cabinets don't open (hmm, the child-proofing kit strikes!). He really loves the cabinet with plastic storage containers! He'll happily pull out all sorts of clean containers and stew them around the floor. The other fun cabinet has an olive oil sprayer; Karston pulls the lid off, puts it on, pulls it off, and tosses it away. He loves to cruise along the cabinets. So the kitchen is a mess after Karston cruises the cabinets. On the other hand, this is the first time since Karston was born that Daddy and I have been able to cook dinner at the same time. Usually one of us holds Karston while the other cooks.
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