Ivan talk, emerging concept of past and present

As of last month, everything has become about poop and everything is poopy, along with lots of giggles.

He's still continues to friend and unfriend people, a trend that started last summer.

He's also becoming aware of the concept of time and that there is a past, his past, but really doesn't know what that means.

So he starts sentences and stories, with "Remember, next time I was a baby..," and then he makes up a story about something when he was a baby that has absolutely no basis in reality.
Remember, next time I was a baby...
....and then he makes up a story

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Ivan's vocabulary: but bessert

Ivan's vocabulary:

Bessert for desert

Hotsible for hospital

Teef for teeth

Firteen and eleventeen are two numbers that roughly come after ten

"I'm not going to say it again. You're not listening," he has started telling us when he thinks we're not listening. It's a phrase Andy tells him, when he's not listening to us. Three year-old are rather refined selective hearing abilities.

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Allen's stats

We took Allen for a doctor's check up. The doctor's a bit concerned because Allen dropped in weight between his 6 and 9month appointments from the 50th percentile to  basically so low that he's off the chart.

As a result, we've been going back for monthly check ups. Yesterday we went for  the 11-month check up. His height is almost at 50th  percentile, but his weight is at 2 percent. So his weight isn't keeping up with his height.

The doctor wanted to know what we're feeding him. We are feeding him, and he's still exclusively nursing, but if he doesn't want to eat, he turns his head away and there is no way to force him to eat. We need to feed him as many fatty things as possible. I joke he should be on the "French" diet--eating butter (yuck), cheese, etc.

Should I freak out about his weight. I'm trying not to, but it's hard not to be concerned.

He doesn't look skinny although he's definitely nowhere as bursting-at-the-seams-plump as Ivan was.

All grandparemts tell me to chill. He's such an active baby, they say. He's like quicksilver, he can't sit still, my dad says.

He's practically been walking with the aid of the red chair or the push toy for the last two months.
He's gotten four teeth over the last two months; one already looks chippped .
He's also a very happy and engaging baby. He constantly sings and babbles--non stop. It's also funny because he gets very angry, when something doesn't go his way. If we pick him up, he screams and kicks his legs. We try not to laugh, although it's really funny.

On a very positive note, he's sleeping much better than when he was a newborn--unlike before when it was hard to put him to bed and I had to crawl out of his room careful not to make the floorboards creaks so he doesn't wake up, now I nurse him, take him to the crib, put him down, he rolls over, plays with Glowworm and goes to sleep.


And on an even better note, his eye with the closed tear duct cleared up between 9 and 10 months. I thing it was a cold: he was so stuffed up that the snot broke through. I don't know whether this is a medically plausible explanation, but it makes sense to me.  Of course, right before that we took him to an eye doctor, who said that unless the tear duct opens on his own by the first birthday that the odds are it probably wouldn't. The only way to fix it would've required a surgery, with the full anesthesia and all. It scared Andy and I to think that such a small baby would have to be put under anesthesia for something that's not life threating. I'm glad we no longer need to think about that.

Ivan:Allen's a big boy

"When it will be Allen's turn to be a big boy, I'll hold onto his back," Ivan said today, when he was talking about skiing and him holding Allen on his back so he wouldn't fall down.