Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Mommy, bound by good sense to not interject into this heated soliloquy while the quality of her hair style was at stake, sat in peaceful silence, listening to an exhaustive list of the stylist's children's accomplishments.
Included in this litany of milestones was the stylist's claim that both of her boys were walking fully unassisted by 8 months. Eight months?! Helios was rolling around like a dung beetle on the floor at that time, barely able to crawl -- due primarily, we think, to stubbornness since he was perfectly able to stand and climb into the dishwasher (climbing into the dishwasher being one of those strange interests my children happen to share).
Hesperos is finally trucking along at 15 months, although he's been walking with the assistance of people or stationary objects for several weeks now. And just to prove it, here's Mr. Hesperos himself, semi-live, semi-nude, and in person, walking around the foyer.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
After a slightly incomplete night's sleep (periodically interrupted by cheers and hoots from the locals proud of the winning home team), we pulled ourselves together the next morning so we could make the long trek home (along with a studious Aunt Elspeth who drove along with us).
Monday, October 15, 2007
Here is a video (warning: about 5 minutes long!) of Helios singing and swaying to Chicka Chicka Boom Boom on YouTube, while Hesperos looks like little Kilroy and watches on.
But I digress. During yesterday's visit to the mall, Helios and Hesperos capered about with the rest of them, wildly enthusiastic at their little outdoor excursion. Hesperos increased his walking experience ten-fold by holding hands with Helios and Daddy, striding with bumpy steps around the perimeter, and Helios was able to literally climb the walls, which is an appropriate activity for a child of his energy levels.
For the first part of their playtime, the boys played separately. Then, they learned the delight of playing together, doing the same thing at the same time, but opposite. It reminded us of Dr. Seuss's North- and South-Going Zax, but without the acrimony, since both boys were very willing to pass to the side for the other. That isn't to say that the two boys always get along this well (and certainly stubbornness is a family trait on both sides of the genetic tree), but at least this time, the boys were willing to compromise (no doubt a quality learned from Mommy!).
One day, making tracks
In the prairie of Prax,
Came a North-Going Zax
And a South-Going Zax.
And it happened that both of them came to a place
Where they bumped. There they stood.
Foot to foot. Face to face.
"Look here, now!" the North-Going Zax said, "I say!
You are blocking my path. You are right in my way.
I'm a North-Going Zax and I always go north.
Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!"
"Who's in whose way?" snapped the South-Going Zax.
"I always go south, making south-going tracks.
So you're in MY way! And I ask you to move
And let me go south in my south-going groove."
Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride.
"I never," he said, "take a step to one side.
And I'll prove to you that I won't change my ways
If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!"
"And I'll prove to YOU," yelled the South-Going Zax,
"That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax
For fifty-nine years! For I live by a rule
That I learned as a boy back in South-Going School.
Never budge! That's my rule. Never budge in the least!
Not an inch to the west! Not an inch to the east!
I'll stay here, not budging! I can and I will
If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!"
Of course the world didn't stand still. The world grew.
In a couple of years, the new highway came through
And they built it right over those two stubborn Zax
And left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Recently, after a particularly sloppy eating process one evening at dinner, Daddy and Mommy stripped the boys of their clothes before any further mess could be made. Hesperos waddled and crept along, reveling in his nakedness and freedom from clothing. Helios is a little more exuberant, sliding on his belly across the coffee table, jumping up and down on the table, and turning around in circles singing, alternately, "I don't have my shirt on, I don't have my shirt on!" or "On Top of Spaghetti." (We're pretty sure the second song is a popular choice because Helios just learned it in pre-school, rather than an imagined similarity between toddler potbellies and meatballs.)