babyj's PhotoBlog

Chutes and Ladders

2009-11-24T19:18:15Z

Anna

2009-11-24T19:06:01Z

This is my friend Anna, who has also become Kelyn's friend Anna. She ends up at our house several times a week; she and I go jogging some days (with Kelyn in the jogging stroller -- at least on days it's warm enough for that), and she and I cook together (as an excuse to chat) one evening a week too. Because she's here frequently, it's clear that Kelyn knows her and is happy to see her. He knows her presence usually means a trip outside (hence, he goes and gets his shoes), and he and Anna have little naughty traditions together (she lets him put his fingers in her post-run glass of water). Here they're looking cute after an evening dance session.

Little Fingers

2009-11-23T12:39:59Z

Climb Every Mountain

2009-11-19T07:37:01Z

So, our little stinker has figured out how to climb. And, as you can tell, he's quite pleased with himself. After documenting his achievements on film, we moved the little bucket of books that he was using as a step stool. He, in response, promptly showed us that he could climb on top of the table without any props! (Sigh.) It has been quite a week in Kelyn's development. On top of figuring out how to climb and how to open the microwave (it's low in our house, because we have limited counter space), he has done the following: --He has learned his first baby signs. It's not such a remarkable achievement -- lots of babies do that earlier -- but it sure adds some interest to our lives. Now he tells us when he wants "more" food, and if we give him the wrong thing, he shakes his head at us, points to what he really wants, and gives us the "more" sign again to indicate that Chex cereal really would be preferable to squash. This morning he pointed and signed "more" and "help me" at our new iPod, a tantalizing object with a fun screen and buttons that we just are not nice enough to let him play with. --The other day he gathered up his socks and shoes and brought them to Arlyn to put them on him. Arlyn did so, and then Kelyn walked to the back door, turned around, and started waving at him. He clearly wanted to go outside -- one of his favorite things to do. --When we get junk mail, sometimes we let Kelyn play with it, because he loves to crinkle and tear the pages. (Better our junk mail than our books, we figure.) The other day he played with it for a while, then gathered up the pieces to his chest, padded into the kitchen, lifted up the garbage can lid, and placed the junk mail in the garbage. Arlyn and I just about died laughing. It's great when he does that with junk mail; the only problem is that he might decide that other, more valuable things belong there as well. (As I'm writing this, Kelyn is bringing me his shoes. Oh dear.) --Kelyn's pajamas have little grippers on the feet. He has figured out that the pajamas are big enough still that he can move the feet part around so that there's just regular fabric on his feet. That way he can slip and slide on the kitchen floor, which is delightfully fun. (Now, with his shoes on, he's just sitting by the back door, fussing that we haven't yet opened it for him.)

New Friends

2009-11-02T07:15:12Z

Au naturale

2009-11-01T08:37:49Z

Share and share alike.

2009-11-01T08:25:24Z

Trick or Treat!

2009-11-01T08:16:37Z

Catch-Up

2009-10-26T17:30:15Z

A Cook's Tour of the World

2009-10-26T17:10:29Z