February 24th, 2010 at 3:55 pm
by Mommy (Development)
Trevor has given Owen a house name – Mala Kuka. Mala means small, and we’re not sure what Kuka is, but since daddy and mommy are Big Kuka and Trevor himself is Kuka, we think it means cutie.
Owen is growing quite nicely. He has grown out of some of his onesies and toesies already. He will grab objects if they are put in his hand. He is talking up a storm and still smiles the sweetest smiles. Unlike his brother at this age, he loves getting his diaper changed. He smiles like mad when I put him on the change table (bathroom counter, I found that this is the most convenient place in the house to change the diaper). Owen’s eyes are now very blue though they were very dark until recently. Yesterday I discovered that he really likes to pretend that he is walking. I hold him under his arms and he supports himself with one foot and moves the other forward. His neck is getting stronger.
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February 13th, 2010 at 2:09 pm
by Mommy (Development)
Despite being an expert paper rocket launcher, railwayway tycoon and starfish swimmer, Trevor insists that he is still my little baby.
Over the last two months Trevor has picked up quite a bit of Croatian. He uses “mala” for “small” and “slon” for “elephant”. He still speaks English and adds Croatian words into it. He got mad at his dad when he did not cut the food after nicely being asked to “reza that”. Much like me, Trevor is having trouble with thes and as. When he wants to go to the store (ducan) he tells me he wants to go to “the chan”. In English, he is working very hard to figure out the plurals, but it is still treeses for trees. The other day he was eating his food and realised that he has made a shape of a hand in his cereal. He said “I’ve made a hand, here’s thumbses”.
Owen is growing and liking his brother more and more (though right now he is crying because Trev bumped into him). He is smiling a lot and making cooing noises.
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February 8th, 2010 at 12:18 am
by Mommy (Development)
Trev is in the “What?” phase. Anytime we ask or tell him anything that is not entirely to his liking he replies with “What?” to which we repeat our demand only to hear another “What?” and so ad infinitum. Here is a sample conversation:
“I am a goalie, shoot a puck at me. I got a penalty, I am going to go into the penalty box now.”
“Goalies don’t go into the penalty box, if they get a fault, another player will serve the penalty time.”
“What?”
“If you are a goalie you will not get to sit in the penalty box.”
“What?”
“Goalies don’t go in the penalty box.”
“Goalies don’t go in the penalty box?”
“No.”
“What?”
Meanwhile, in another part of the room, Owen is giggling madly.
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