It just dawned on me. The days of Sam asking for "caca" a version of the Korean word for cookie or snack, are officially over. Someone on my agency's message board posted about the silly words their kids use, and one of them was "caca." I had to stop and think, then realized that he hasn't said that word at all, in ages.
I guess I should be glad that he no longer asks us for food that sounds like excrement while in public, but it's also a sign of how much he's grown up in just nine months. He's really not a baby anymore!
I guess this is an apropos milestone since a friend just suggested today that he may be ready for his big boy bed.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Back and Forth
I posted earlier that Sam was starting to talk to me when I call home while away for work. He's actually having real "conversations" with me now! He listens to what I say, then responds. It's so cute. It also makes me happy to know that he knows it's me on the phone. It's our routine to talk at about 6:30 a.m.... regardless of the time zone I'm in, I might add. This week when I asked him how he was doing, he replied, "Fine. Thank you!"
His memory and vocabulary continue to amaze me, too. I'll admit that I have no gauge and, of course, regard him as the world's most intelligent child, but it's still fun to be caught off guard by some word that he knows. I was holding him last night when he was crying. I asked him what he wanted and he replied, "Your room." Sure enough, I took him in our room, and he quieted right down. This morning, as we walked by his door, he pointed and said, "My room." I secretly think that he knows his mommy is an editor at heart and is trying to win me over with his impressive grammatical skill.
His memory and vocabulary continue to amaze me, too. I'll admit that I have no gauge and, of course, regard him as the world's most intelligent child, but it's still fun to be caught off guard by some word that he knows. I was holding him last night when he was crying. I asked him what he wanted and he replied, "Your room." Sure enough, I took him in our room, and he quieted right down. This morning, as we walked by his door, he pointed and said, "My room." I secretly think that he knows his mommy is an editor at heart and is trying to win me over with his impressive grammatical skill.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
What's in a name?
I just watched RENT, the movie. I've seen the play several times, but had forgotten how much the story affects me. In one scene, Collins wets Angel's lips with a sponge when he's parched. I remember so many of us doing that for Andrew. It makes me miss him all over again and realize how proud I was to be his friend and how glad I am that my son carries his name. I hope we do a good job of honoring him and making sure Sam knows all about him.
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