Monday, September 08, 2008
WORDS!
Michael is adding more and more words everyday!!! I think he says about 2-3 new words a day! I am excited because I just am.
Choo choo
There is nothing that excites Michael more than the choo choo. He begs for it every night, especially before bedtime. Sunday, we went to the park to give mom a break. The park is less than a 10 minute walk but we decided to take the metro.
We've been on the choo choo before; it's really funny. When we descend into the metro, he says choo choo questioningly and points down the stairway. When we get down the stairs, I put him down and let him run through the turnstile yelling choo choo the whole time. Then we run down the stairs to see the choo choo. If the train going the opposite way arrives first, he looks at it with awe and says choo choo multiple times while following its path with his index finger as it enters the station. When our train comes, he points at it, and runs towards it as dad corrals him from behind while he's screaming choo choo. Then he stands in front of the door, runs on the train, pulls down the seat in the entry/exitway and scrambles up on top of it and sits properly like he's commuting. Sometimes he scoots to the edge of the seat and holds the handrail because we do it. When the train reaches the next station, he makes his all done sign and launches himself off of his seat, sometimes before the train stops and you have to catch him in mid-air. Then we climb the stairs and exit the metro.
Sunday, we rode one stop from Les Gobelins to Place d'Italie on the line 7, changed trains to the line 6 and took the train another stop to Corvisart and exited. Then when we got off, he starts waving good bye to the train. It was really cute. When we left the station, he looked up at the bridge and waited until another train came after which time we were able to proceed to the park. We went and played at the park which consisted of 45 minutes of throwing acorns, chestnuts, rocks, sticks, pine cones, and even a snail shell into a creek. Then he wanted to see more trains.
We walked to Glacière, took the escalator (his second favorite man-made structure after the train) and took the metro to Place d'Italie, switched to the line 7, got off at Les Gobelins, and got some money from the bank. Then we saw the bus, so we had to take bus 47 one stop to 123 rue Monge and the best boulangerie near us, the appropriately named Boulanger de Monge. He loved the bus and was not happy just to be on it; he had to pull down one of the aisle seats and sit on it for the ride.
Then we ran some more errands and took line 7 back hom from the Censier-Daubenton stop. This time, there were no spaces on the seats. He ran into the train car, looked around and then grabbed the pole in the middle of the car and stood there like he commuted every day. Then we arrived at Les Gobelins, he waved goodbye to the train, and we rode up the escalator as he asked, choo choo?
We've been on the choo choo before; it's really funny. When we descend into the metro, he says choo choo questioningly and points down the stairway. When we get down the stairs, I put him down and let him run through the turnstile yelling choo choo the whole time. Then we run down the stairs to see the choo choo. If the train going the opposite way arrives first, he looks at it with awe and says choo choo multiple times while following its path with his index finger as it enters the station. When our train comes, he points at it, and runs towards it as dad corrals him from behind while he's screaming choo choo. Then he stands in front of the door, runs on the train, pulls down the seat in the entry/exitway and scrambles up on top of it and sits properly like he's commuting. Sometimes he scoots to the edge of the seat and holds the handrail because we do it. When the train reaches the next station, he makes his all done sign and launches himself off of his seat, sometimes before the train stops and you have to catch him in mid-air. Then we climb the stairs and exit the metro.
Sunday, we rode one stop from Les Gobelins to Place d'Italie on the line 7, changed trains to the line 6 and took the train another stop to Corvisart and exited. Then when we got off, he starts waving good bye to the train. It was really cute. When we left the station, he looked up at the bridge and waited until another train came after which time we were able to proceed to the park. We went and played at the park which consisted of 45 minutes of throwing acorns, chestnuts, rocks, sticks, pine cones, and even a snail shell into a creek. Then he wanted to see more trains.
We walked to Glacière, took the escalator (his second favorite man-made structure after the train) and took the metro to Place d'Italie, switched to the line 7, got off at Les Gobelins, and got some money from the bank. Then we saw the bus, so we had to take bus 47 one stop to 123 rue Monge and the best boulangerie near us, the appropriately named Boulanger de Monge. He loved the bus and was not happy just to be on it; he had to pull down one of the aisle seats and sit on it for the ride.
Then we ran some more errands and took line 7 back hom from the Censier-Daubenton stop. This time, there were no spaces on the seats. He ran into the train car, looked around and then grabbed the pole in the middle of the car and stood there like he commuted every day. Then we arrived at Les Gobelins, he waved goodbye to the train, and we rode up the escalator as he asked, choo choo?
Sloooow reflexes
One of the days that we were on the beach in Collioure, a rubber basketball appeared on the shore. It was about the size of a tennis ball, was about 85% inflated and was really lightweight. Michael seized upon this nez discovery and Phuong and I joined him in a rousing game of throw and catch. Except he can't catch. When we would throw it to him, it would bounce off of him or land near him. Then we'd tell him to go chase the ball and he'd throw it back it to us. One time though, the ball landed in the water. The force of the tide was really small, and there were like 2 inch waves, but that was enough to make things difficult for the boy. He would chase after the ball and get up next to it, then he would come to a complete stop, then he would bend down. By this time, the waves had taken the ball just out of his reach. Persistant, he would chase the ball and repeat the process. One time he reached down and the ball went through his legs and he had to turn around and go chase it. Phuong and I watched him laughing for two minutes as he repeated the above process a good 10 times before he finally captured the ball. Then brought it back to us with a look of great joy and accomplishment on his round little face.
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