Friday, October 12, 2012

Children's Museum

On Monday, I had a holiday from work - Columbus Day, which is the best fake holiday ever. I dropped The Boy off at school, got the Groupon from The Wife, tossed a little bear into the car, and left. We arrived at the Pittsburgh Children's Museum about twenty minutes later.

It was a marvelous day. We had so much fun!

Kids - particularly three year olds - are really pretty easy to handle one-on-one. Pretty much, their needs are basic: little people, little problems. They want someone's attention, somebody with whom to play, some tasty food when they're hungry, help with the potty as needed, and something interesting happening. There's really very little misbehaving that happens, because there's no actual incentive to misbehave. Why does he need negative attention, when he's got his daddy 100% to himself for the entire day?

We played with big magnets, we built structures and knocked them over, we played with light sticks, towed wooden trains, bounced in a bouncy tunnel, threw parachutes off of a high platform, climbed a rope net, went down a metal twisty slide, built car tracks, strung bicycle wheels with bungy cord spokes, poured little rocks down the side of a cool noisemaker, and saw five different potties. We had pizza and a turkey sandwich for lunch and a tasty scoop of ice cream on our way out of the museum.

Best part? When we got to the water part. He took his shoes off and immediately tried to jump into the boat pool.

Little Bear is definitely in a daddy-type mood right now, and I'm really okay with that. I think that he's starting to realize that there are multiple days in the week that he doesn't see me - on Tuesday nights during chorus rehearsals, and if I have an out-of-the-house quartet rehearsal or committee meeting, and, of course, work. That fact kind of freaks him out a little bit; he's just hitting the age where he's starting to figure out how time flows and starting to be able to plan and to anticipate the flow of his day. Multiple times in the past couple of weeks, we've woken up with three little boys in our bed. Personally, I'm really okay with that - I still have a nagging sense of guilt about not being able to cuddle little baby bear because of the ultraviolet light thing.

He's very funny, and very mature, and very tall, but he's also a little baby at the same time. His face, when sleeping, hasn't changed from his infancy, and it's one of the most beautiful faces I've seen. He still has the best smile of the three boys. He also has a funny little nod when he says yes - more of a little bow with his head and shoulders than a nod. Very, very cute.

Don't get me wrong - he can be demon child when he wants. He's great at trying to sneak out of the house during the day to play in the yard, and he enjoys making his older brother cry through physical or emotional attack. But, he's also very sweet and rapidly becoming sensitive to other people's feelings, much faster than his older brother or his father ever did.

But, still, it was a great day, and we had a lot of fun.

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

Teeth, Or Something

The boys went to the dentist last week - a pediatric dentist, not cousin Benjy the Dentist. They had a reasonably decent time, although Little Bear kind of freaked out a little bit and wouldn't let the dentist poke around in his mouth at all. The Boy cooperated, even to the extent of allowing x-rays. Miracle of miracle, we can see that one of his adult teeth are on the move - a lower front tooth! Considering all we've been through, it's kind of a miracle. That's exciting! This past weekend was magnificently unplanned and uneventful. I had a little bit of singing to do, but the weekend was spent around the house, doing a little bit of work, unpacking some more stuff, and, most importantly, chasing little boys around the neighborhood. We had Grandpa over for dinner, which is always fun. He and The Wife tried to put up a Sukkah. I helped, as did the boys, and we got it up after dinner. It failed during a rain & wind storm the next day. The whole house has been pretty exhausted over the past couple of days for no really apparent reason. The boys and The Wife have been asleep when I've left the house for work all week, which is strange. Today, they were just starting to move when I got up, so I got to give some hugs to a very, very sleepy Little Bear. He's very, very earnest in his observations, which is cute as heck. "Daddy, I drew this picture for Kelly (our new babysitter), but she went home." The Boy stumbled blearily out of (our) bed, and said, "Daddy, I'm going to get dressed before I go potty." He went back into my bedroom, found my wife, and said, "Mum, I'm going to get dressed before I go potty." The boys are really so... so... cute! There's no other word for it. They love the cartoon Kipper (from the UK), they love Little Bear, they love Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. The Boy loves The Three Stooges; Little Bear doesn't, yet. They're earnest, sweet, and sensitive. When they're not actively fighting with each other, they're very gentle with their friends and happy to spend time with others. I got the Avengers movie in the mail yesterday, and I can't wait to watch it. I want to share it with my oldest son, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to let him watch it for a little while. He's just too... too... innocent. I want to enjoy watching these silly, placid cartoons with him while he wants to do so. This is truly the innocence of children, and I'm in no rush to end that. There will be loads of time to enjoy Avengers, and Batman, and Buffy, and all of the great geek stuff that my wife and I enjoy. Watching my sons re-enact scenes from Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood is too cute and definitely worth it.