I think this looks a bit like a face:
Showing posts with label Captain Chaos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Captain Chaos. Show all posts
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Lisbon's Electricity Musem
August and I had an outing to the Museu da Electricidade yesterday. It's been rainy the past few days and we're all going a little stir crazy, so it was good to get out. I thought the machinery was beautiful, and August loved all the levers and latches and things.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
A day at Hornstull
Today was a beautiful autumn day, so we decided to head into Stockholm and run around our old neighborhood. We had such a lovely, laid-back day.
In this picture, he's telling me stop taking his picture. "It makes me angry."
In this picture, he's telling me stop taking his picture. "It makes me angry."
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
August intense
My boy August.
It looks like he was unhappy in this picture, but it was just a moment between smiles.
And this cheeky monkey...
It looks like he was unhappy in this picture, but it was just a moment between smiles.
And this cheeky monkey...
Sunday, August 16, 2015
My boy August
I haven't updated you on August in so long that I don't even know where to start.
I think the most exciting thing about August these days is his language. He's talking, talking, talking. He's building complex sentences, reasoning, ordering us around, and picking up new words all the time. We noticed a huge language explosion - in which his sentences became more complex, he started working with prounouns (instead of always calling himself August, he started to say "I" and "me" and calling me "you" instead of Mama) - about ten days into our summer. Maybe it was just that time for him developmentally, but I have a theory that it was precisely because he was out of school, where the primary language is Swedish, that he was able to start listening to, learning, and repeating more complex English sentences. Either way, he's talking all the time.
His favorite verb is "need". As in, "I need chocolate", "I need to watch a movie", "I need my bozer (bulldozer)". He likes to tell us who went somewhere or did something - "I got on an airplane, Dai-dai got on an airplane, Mama got on an airplane, Papa got on an airplane!" He calls James papa, like his Swedish schoolmates do, instead of baba, and it sometimes morphs into bapa.
He counts one, two, six, seven in English, but in Swedish he gets it right. He can count backwards from ten to one in English with no problem (I count down to him every night at bedtime). Just in the past few days he's started to spend time really studying books, looking at everything in the pictures and telling us about them. His favorite books now are the Dr. Seuss classics and the books about a boy by Oliver Jeffers.
When I sing he often says, "Stop it! Stop hurting my ears Mama!" When he doesn't want us to go somewhere or do something he waves his hands and says, "Locked you in the gate, Mama." He wants me to "eat my worms and think they're icky", which means to munch on his toes and act like they're gross (not a big stretch).
He loves to build. He uses his Legos and magnetic Tegu blocks to make masterpieces - big castles, cars, bridges, towers. He loves to scoop things: "Coming to scoop you!" He loves to give hugs, saying "hugging you!" "Watch me roar you in the big bedroom Mama!", and then he roars and I jump up and run into the big bedroom.
He seems to feel very conflicted about Leif still. Sometimes he's sweet and caring and delights in making Dai-dai laugh; other times, it's all pushes and shoves and bodyslams.
This summer we've had a fun time hunting for snails and slugs and picking wild blueberries (as the pictures attest) and now wild raspberries. When we go to the beach, he'll find a stick and throw it in the water and run in after it, throwing it a tiny but farther each time. One of the beaches we visit has a rope swing, and that seems to be his absolute favorite thing, swinging to and fro.
There are a million little things I'm forgetting, and I'll try to update this post as I remember, to have it all in one place.
He's our cheeky little monkey, and he's such a joy.
I think the most exciting thing about August these days is his language. He's talking, talking, talking. He's building complex sentences, reasoning, ordering us around, and picking up new words all the time. We noticed a huge language explosion - in which his sentences became more complex, he started working with prounouns (instead of always calling himself August, he started to say "I" and "me" and calling me "you" instead of Mama) - about ten days into our summer. Maybe it was just that time for him developmentally, but I have a theory that it was precisely because he was out of school, where the primary language is Swedish, that he was able to start listening to, learning, and repeating more complex English sentences. Either way, he's talking all the time.
His favorite verb is "need". As in, "I need chocolate", "I need to watch a movie", "I need my bozer (bulldozer)". He likes to tell us who went somewhere or did something - "I got on an airplane, Dai-dai got on an airplane, Mama got on an airplane, Papa got on an airplane!" He calls James papa, like his Swedish schoolmates do, instead of baba, and it sometimes morphs into bapa.
He counts one, two, six, seven in English, but in Swedish he gets it right. He can count backwards from ten to one in English with no problem (I count down to him every night at bedtime). Just in the past few days he's started to spend time really studying books, looking at everything in the pictures and telling us about them. His favorite books now are the Dr. Seuss classics and the books about a boy by Oliver Jeffers.
When I sing he often says, "Stop it! Stop hurting my ears Mama!" When he doesn't want us to go somewhere or do something he waves his hands and says, "Locked you in the gate, Mama." He wants me to "eat my worms and think they're icky", which means to munch on his toes and act like they're gross (not a big stretch).
He loves to build. He uses his Legos and magnetic Tegu blocks to make masterpieces - big castles, cars, bridges, towers. He loves to scoop things: "Coming to scoop you!" He loves to give hugs, saying "hugging you!" "Watch me roar you in the big bedroom Mama!", and then he roars and I jump up and run into the big bedroom.
He seems to feel very conflicted about Leif still. Sometimes he's sweet and caring and delights in making Dai-dai laugh; other times, it's all pushes and shoves and bodyslams.
This summer we've had a fun time hunting for snails and slugs and picking wild blueberries (as the pictures attest) and now wild raspberries. When we go to the beach, he'll find a stick and throw it in the water and run in after it, throwing it a tiny but farther each time. One of the beaches we visit has a rope swing, and that seems to be his absolute favorite thing, swinging to and fro.
There are a million little things I'm forgetting, and I'll try to update this post as I remember, to have it all in one place.
He's our cheeky little monkey, and he's such a joy.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Grinda, again
We took a short trip to Grinda last week, an island in the archipelago where we spent a few nights two years ago. a last trip before our summer holiday ended. We spent way too much money, but we had a great time.
The same beach we went to last time:
This little blueberry eater:
The same beach we went to last time:
This little blueberry eater:
Friday, August 7, 2015
Mortehoe walk
Continuing in the vein of Devon country walks that August loves (see here and here, and for one of our few successes, see here), we tried to go for a little walk while we were in England. Leif seemed up for challenge, but from step 1, August definitely was not.
He clung to James:
He cried:
But he was totally up for the challenge of clotted cream chocolate ice cream:
He clung to James:
He cried:
But he was totally up for the challenge of clotted cream chocolate ice cream:
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