I just can't keep up.
I am trying to write down all of the words Gardner exclaims as they appear, but it's happening so quickly now that I can't remember them all at day's end. He is pretty much repeating most every word he hears that stands out. Today he was repeating every animal name that was broadcasted from his Baby Noah DVD. The two I caught clearly were "hippo" and "zebra." I mean, is he a genius, or what?
He is under the weather, I'm afraid, battling the same nagging cold-thing that I am. Runny noses together, we're a pitiful pair. Everything hurts ten times more when you have a cold, I've learned, and rightly so. He pinched his fingers in some louvre doors today, and where that normally would have been brushed off casually and without a care, that didn't happen this time.
Poor Gardner proceeded to cry and whimper for close to 30 minutes, and I did my best to console him. We bandaged it up with a nice little Elmo band-aid, and he marveled at the tiny Elmo eyes which started back at him from his tiny pointer finger. Pretty soon, the band-aid paired with some tangerine juice and a nice, long rock in the green chair (with praise music to boot), he was just fine.
The funniest thing ended our day. As we were driving home together this evening, I let out a big, exhausted sigh. Seconds later, the exact same sound in a smaller version echoed from the backseat of our Jeep. Moments like those make you wish you were always equipped with a still camera, video camera, AND a mini-cassette recorder. :)
I am trying to write down all of the words Gardner exclaims as they appear, but it's happening so quickly now that I can't remember them all at day's end. He is pretty much repeating most every word he hears that stands out. Today he was repeating every animal name that was broadcasted from his Baby Noah DVD. The two I caught clearly were "hippo" and "zebra." I mean, is he a genius, or what?
He is under the weather, I'm afraid, battling the same nagging cold-thing that I am. Runny noses together, we're a pitiful pair. Everything hurts ten times more when you have a cold, I've learned, and rightly so. He pinched his fingers in some louvre doors today, and where that normally would have been brushed off casually and without a care, that didn't happen this time.
Poor Gardner proceeded to cry and whimper for close to 30 minutes, and I did my best to console him. We bandaged it up with a nice little Elmo band-aid, and he marveled at the tiny Elmo eyes which started back at him from his tiny pointer finger. Pretty soon, the band-aid paired with some tangerine juice and a nice, long rock in the green chair (with praise music to boot), he was just fine.
The funniest thing ended our day. As we were driving home together this evening, I let out a big, exhausted sigh. Seconds later, the exact same sound in a smaller version echoed from the backseat of our Jeep. Moments like those make you wish you were always equipped with a still camera, video camera, AND a mini-cassette recorder. :)
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