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2007-12-29 10:08 pm

some fragments

Casper is sleeping on the cat's pillow-bed in the corner of the living room, where she built a nest for herself this afternoon.

mr. flea and I were working on getting the networked computers to talk to each other, and Casper was, we thought, playing with her doll house dining room and assorted residents on the table. She came in to tell us that she had just put her brother to bed (we thought he was already there). She said she went in and found him standing up looking out from the crib so she climbed in (I didn't know she could do this but mr. flea did) and told him to lie down on his pillow and put his blanket over him and gave him his Uglydoll and pulled the string on the music-maker and told him to go to sleep, and he did. mr. flea later checked and found he was indeed as she had described, facing opposite to the way he had put him down. Do you think we could teach her to do this every night? In any case it bodes well for the possibility of them sharing a room or a bed in future.

Today we went to the pool, at the city rec center, where we'd never been. It's pretty decent, $2 each for city residents (Dillo free) and they have decent open swim hours. Obviously not crowded as it is winter and a holiday weekend at that. Dillo was afraid of the water for a long time but ultimately got used to it. Casper continues to think she can swim but in fact she can only vaguely dogpaddle when held up, will not put her face in the water, and cannot use a kickboard. They have very well-priced swim lessons, so perhaps that will help move her forward; signup for the next lot is Jan. 14 (not to self!)

Emmett is doing basketball and I asked Casper if she'd like to also. In light of the fact that they would be in different sessions (as he is five and she is 4 and it can never work out between them) she opted no, saying she'd rather do soccer. So must keep an eye on when the reputedly good league starts spring sessions (we missed fall by finding out too late). Note to self: ask Stephanie's mum.

Tomorrow we may go to the zoo, although if it rains Monday may be a better day. I hope it is a good one; I find all zoos rather depressing but from the maps it looks like a decent one. Can't possibly be as depressing as the Athens zoo, which is essentially what zoos were in about 1950s US I think.

Dillo seems to be developing by leaps and bounds lately - he is just so tuned and and understands so much and communicates so well (despite poor pronunciation - but once you know that "boo" means "cow" you're good.) Such a big little noodle person.

He was terrified of the carousel at the mall the other day - literally trembling in fear until I took him off the horse and just held him in my arms. He is slow to adapt to new things; slower than Casper was at any rate.

Moxie, for one, calls 18 months a very difficult time - I think meaning there is a lot of clinginess and frustration at lack of communication, and the start of honest-to-god whining - but I love it for the language leaping process and the deeper and truer glimpses one gets of who the little person really is.

Here is my little person (remember, "boo" means cow, I couldn't get him to say kitty, which sounds like "gee", and "mine" is fairly well-articulated):