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October 29, 2001
One of Jake's favorite new games this:
Jake: Gosofeepy! (Go to sleep!)
You: (close your eyes)
Jake: Wate up! (Wake up!)
You: (open your eyes)
Sometimes, he'll add in "Pose your eyes!" (Close your eyes!) at the beginning. And if you aren't in the mood to play, he'll play the game with any toy with eyes, especially this bathtub toy frog. When you push the button on the top, the eyes go down and the frog spits water (when in the tub). Jake'll push the button to make the frog gosofeepy.
Logan is able to get all over the place without actually crawling. He rolls and wriggles and pulls and squirms to get what and where he wants. (laugh) I expect him to start crawling any day now.
I've been letting Logan experiment with solids, things like mashed banana, avocado, potato, carrots... And he's not fond of any of them except the mashed potatoes. Logan's favorite thing is to suck on my apples. I'll take a bite, and he'll get really excited. He'll grab my hand and pull the whole thing to his mouth and suck suck suck, making happy-baby grunting noises. (laugh)
Let's see... Logan is still sleeping through the night and napping often during the day, and Jake is still waking up, and waking me and Logan up, several times a night and *not* napping during the day. Both boys are still nursing. :) Logan can stand unsupported for brief moments, but has to be helped into a standing position. Jake is talking in complete sentences, but still throws in extra syllables. He's getting very easy to understand, although you gotta know his lingo to know what he's talking about. (grin)
Yesterday, Jake had a rollover accident in toy car. I missed the actual event, as I was cooking supper. Gramma was watching the boys. She was holding Logan and trying to coax Jake into the house after a day spent outside. Jake was trying to 'drive' his car into the house, and my mom was understandably telling him that cars don't go in the house. (Jake thought this was very funny.) There was a crash-bang and Gramma calls for me and puts Logan on the floor (where he immediately begins to cry in indignation), and rushes to lift the car back onto its wheels. Jake was screaming, and I was frantically trying to decide which child needed me more (my screaming toddler or crying baby) and if I should wash the raw chicken off my hands first. I stood for a moment, and finally picked up Logan with a blanket over my hands. My mom had rushed Jake into the bathroom and was running cold water over his hands. Jake's fingers are bleeding, and he's howling. I put Logan down in the walker (more indignant crying), and wash my hands. Picking up Logan (who immediately calms), I stand in the tiny bathroom with everybody else.
Upon closer examination, it appear Jake had crushed the fingers of his right hand. He was holding the fingers stiffly, and the joint of his ring finger was swollen and turning colors. I was very concerned that he'd broken a finger or two. We couldn't convince him to wiggle his fingers for a long time, but he did eventually, and today seems hardly injured. Final wound count includes one mashed fingernail (He might lose it.), one bruised knuckle, and a small scrape on the other hand. He refused to let anyone put bandaids on his owies, insisting he do it himself. That's when we were certain his fingers weren't broken. He was dexterously using both hands to manipulate the bandaids, and did a pretty good job too.
After a dose of Motrin, he was in bed asleep, waking up in time to eat a bowl of chicken soup. I decided it does not bode well that Jake's had his first rollover at the tender age of two. What about when he gets his driver's license in 14 years?
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