Victoria
Victoria is walking, and running, and utterly fearless. She's not hesitant or timid at all. When she falls down or hurts herself, which happens not infrequently, she picks herself up and goes back at it. She likes dogs and all sorts of animals and is only occasionally shy with new people.
Her vocabulary is coming along. She's at the point where she's adding a few new words a day, but it's still hard for anyone but mom and dad and Owen to recognize them.
Mommy
Dadda
Brother
No
Love
Wow
Bubbles
Cold
Nose
Up
Doggy
Nose was funny. She has a drinking cup with a dog's face on it and she pointed at the nose. "No." Then she pointed at my nose. "Daddy no." I touched her nose and said, "Victoria's Nose," and her face was filled with surprise and delight at the sudden realization that, yes, that's her nose.
She can be a handful, more than her brother was at her age. When she doesn't get what she wants she'll throw something, usually her milk cup. When she's done with food she tosses it off her tray and onto the floor. She is unresponsive to our attempts to convey that this is not, in fact, acceptable.
Owen
Owen is figuring out where his boundaries are, in the same way that Victoria is, but at a more advanced level. He is engaging in the use of rudeness and more adult language, to figure out the right contexts in which they should be employed, and which ones are passable for someone of his age. This leads to an awful lot of time-out time for him.
He's very enthusiastic about a lot of things. Peppa Pig is his favourite show right now (and V is along for the ride on that one). We went to Peppa Pig Live and he had so much fun. He likes to read and he's enjoying the French he's getting in school, more so than I would have expected, which is making me reconsider whether French immersion might be a good path forward for him.
Plus all the usual stuff: trucks, trains, puddles, sugar.
Writing
Book #2 was done and through beta-readers and revisions before I started the new job at the end of November. I was about to start querying but that process was delayed by the job hunt and then put on hold while I established myself. I wasn't in love with doing this but I can't do that and succeed at the new job ramp-up and also be a dad, so something had to give.
I'm thinking I'm about ready to get back to that, though, and maybe also do some serious writing (I've been doing short story writing in the meanwhile, but I can tell already that it's not really my thing).
Springtime
Spring is here, unevenly and unsteadily. My allergies are going bonzo berserk this time around, which is too bad. I got used to the easy ride last season. Breathing isn't as easy as it ought to be. The constant stream of illness from the two little germ incubators I live with isn't helping.
But I must say that the bus ride downtown is a lot nicer when the weather doesn't suck.
Victoria is walking, and running, and utterly fearless. She's not hesitant or timid at all. When she falls down or hurts herself, which happens not infrequently, she picks herself up and goes back at it. She likes dogs and all sorts of animals and is only occasionally shy with new people.
Her vocabulary is coming along. She's at the point where she's adding a few new words a day, but it's still hard for anyone but mom and dad and Owen to recognize them.
Mommy
Dadda
Brother
No
Love
Wow
Bubbles
Cold
Nose
Up
Doggy
Nose was funny. She has a drinking cup with a dog's face on it and she pointed at the nose. "No." Then she pointed at my nose. "Daddy no." I touched her nose and said, "Victoria's Nose," and her face was filled with surprise and delight at the sudden realization that, yes, that's her nose.
She can be a handful, more than her brother was at her age. When she doesn't get what she wants she'll throw something, usually her milk cup. When she's done with food she tosses it off her tray and onto the floor. She is unresponsive to our attempts to convey that this is not, in fact, acceptable.
Owen
Owen is figuring out where his boundaries are, in the same way that Victoria is, but at a more advanced level. He is engaging in the use of rudeness and more adult language, to figure out the right contexts in which they should be employed, and which ones are passable for someone of his age. This leads to an awful lot of time-out time for him.
He's very enthusiastic about a lot of things. Peppa Pig is his favourite show right now (and V is along for the ride on that one). We went to Peppa Pig Live and he had so much fun. He likes to read and he's enjoying the French he's getting in school, more so than I would have expected, which is making me reconsider whether French immersion might be a good path forward for him.
Plus all the usual stuff: trucks, trains, puddles, sugar.
Writing
Book #2 was done and through beta-readers and revisions before I started the new job at the end of November. I was about to start querying but that process was delayed by the job hunt and then put on hold while I established myself. I wasn't in love with doing this but I can't do that and succeed at the new job ramp-up and also be a dad, so something had to give.
I'm thinking I'm about ready to get back to that, though, and maybe also do some serious writing (I've been doing short story writing in the meanwhile, but I can tell already that it's not really my thing).
Springtime
Spring is here, unevenly and unsteadily. My allergies are going bonzo berserk this time around, which is too bad. I got used to the easy ride last season. Breathing isn't as easy as it ought to be. The constant stream of illness from the two little germ incubators I live with isn't helping.
But I must say that the bus ride downtown is a lot nicer when the weather doesn't suck.
1 comment:
"She can be a handful, more than her brother was at her age."
Oh yes, she definitely takes after her mother. ;)
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