The moose came by to visit on Tuesday. I had 
seen footprints once before coming down our hill and disappearing back up the hill, and was suspicious that they belonged to some neighborhood voyeur who watched Marin, Matteo and me eat supper one night.
Now, with a two-ton moose lurching down that same hill, same path, I realized that the mystery was solved. I took some pictures, and then kept him in my purview as he ate his way through the willows on the perimeter of our property.
Teo pulled down a big old common cold on Thursday, and it forestalled another swimming debacle on Friday. Instead, we bedded down on the sofa and watched “Peep” videos. Marin got wind of Peep through some colleague, they’re really simple, animated cartoons about sciency stuff like melting water, changing seasons, how wind blows, and how birds fly. It’s voiced by kids, and the animation is refreshingly simple. Our “source” is a storefront in the Seattle Airport.
We built forts using cardboard blocks that Teo got for Christmas.
We also did some filming. On Thursday it was of Matteo and me playing balls-down-the-steps, which is this game where he corrals and carefully shepherds about a dozen tennis and handball balls to the edge of the stairs, and then he goes crazy, and all the balls are careening down at me below. He gets so excited he follows them with demonic laughter, chasing down the ones which evade my grasp, bounding first down the hall and then back into the bedroom.
The thing is, he is learning to catch balls, and it’s so fun to watch. So I set up the camera on a tripod, right in the falling ball zone, and switched it on for five minutes of mayhem. It was all I could do to keep Teo from coming down and insisting on seeing himself every time he did something or other.
Later in the day, when we moved from singing his songs (he won’t let me sing his songs, really. They’re his songs.) to singing my songs, he started break-dancing on the sofa, which I had to set the video camera up to capture. He was throwing himself from one end to the other, flinging his arms, tumbling head over heels. All to the inspiration of “The Times They Are A Changing.”
As he got sicker, on Friday, he was camped out on my lap as I sang through his Pooh book of common nursery rhymes. I love when he lets me be the Papa, and curls up in my lap. Had to video that. So we paged through, singing. Now and then he’d sing with me, which was fun to see and hear, in the playback.
However, this morning (Sunday), when Marin fell back asleep (after another so-so 8-months-pregnant sleepless ngiht), I got out a puzzle to put together with Matteo, he called it a “video” puzzle. Huh? Then I remembered, two or three weeks ago, I set up the camera to see how it would work videoing an activity. It was in fact this puzzle. No wonder you can’t use profane language around kids. Their brains still work.
seen footprints once before coming down our hill and disappearing back up the hill, and was suspicious that they belonged to some neighborhood voyeur who watched Marin, Matteo and me eat supper one night.Now, with a two-ton moose lurching down that same hill, same path, I realized that the mystery was solved. I took some pictures, and then kept him in my purview as he ate his way through the willows on the perimeter of our property.
Teo pulled down a big old common cold on Thursday, and it forestalled another swimming debacle on Friday. Instead, we bedded down on the sofa and watched “Peep” videos. Marin got wind of Peep through some colleague, they’re really simple, animated cartoons about sciency stuff like melting water, changing seasons, how wind blows, and how birds fly. It’s voiced by kids, and the animation is refreshingly simple. Our “source” is a storefront in the Seattle Airport.
We built forts using cardboard blocks that Teo got for Christmas.
We also did some filming. On Thursday it was of Matteo and me playing balls-down-the-steps, which is this game where he corrals and carefully shepherds about a dozen tennis and handball balls to the edge of the stairs, and then he goes crazy, and all the balls are careening down at me below. He gets so excited he follows them with demonic laughter, chasing down the ones which evade my grasp, bounding first down the hall and then back into the bedroom.
The thing is, he is learning to catch balls, and it’s so fun to watch. So I set up the camera on a tripod, right in the falling ball zone, and switched it on for five minutes of mayhem. It was all I could do to keep Teo from coming down and insisting on seeing himself every time he did something or other.
Later in the day, when we moved from singing his songs (he won’t let me sing his songs, really. They’re his songs.) to singing my songs, he started break-dancing on the sofa, which I had to set the video camera up to capture. He was throwing himself from one end to the other, flinging his arms, tumbling head over heels. All to the inspiration of “The Times They Are A Changing.”
As he got sicker, on Friday, he was camped out on my lap as I sang through his Pooh book of common nursery rhymes. I love when he lets me be the Papa, and curls up in my lap. Had to video that. So we paged through, singing. Now and then he’d sing with me, which was fun to see and hear, in the playback.
However, this morning (Sunday), when Marin fell back asleep (after another so-so 8-months-pregnant sleepless ngiht), I got out a puzzle to put together with Matteo, he called it a “video” puzzle. Huh? Then I remembered, two or three weeks ago, I set up the camera to see how it would work videoing an activity. It was in fact this puzzle. No wonder you can’t use profane language around kids. Their brains still work.
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