Emmett says translation
I can offer no explanation for yellow.
Edit: Emmett can say a lot of words very well, including some surprising ones: shampoo, Sonny, plant. Others take some deciphering. Last night Emmett was eating dinner, and Matt and I were pretending to steal his food. Emmett repeatedly pointed to Matt saying “tobby.” We had no idea. Finally Emmett went into the kitchen and pointed to the coffee machine. He wanted Matt to drink coffee. Emmett got the idea the other day when I was trying to eat his breakfast, and he would tell me “ding” (drink) and point to my coffee cup. As in, this is my food, that is yours, stick to your own. If it worked at breakfast, why not dinner. When we replied that we only drink coffee in the morning, Emmett suggested beer. Yep.
I’m so excited that Emmett’s vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds every day. I just love it when he can express himself through words instead of relying on vague gestures.
I’m going to start cataloging some of the interesting things he says, mostly for us to remember later.
One of Emmett’s favorite words right now is “home.” It has many meanings. It can mean that we are home. It can also mean “go home.” For instance, if one of Emmett’s friends at school has a toy he wants and won’t share, he says “home!” with a gesture that they should go away. He also points out the window to indicate that someone has gone home, such as a friend or relative who was visiting. Once we were at the park and a little girl wanted Emmett’s toy. With a very distressed look on his face, he told her “bye-bye, bye-bye.” Soon I’m sure he will learn the phrase “go away,” but for now he gets his message across in a cuter way. Also when he’s being a bit rude by repeating “home, home” to our guests who just arrived, I can forget to tell them that he means “go home.”
This is so late that it will soon be followed by Emmett’s 22 month post! I really need to catch up on the old blog. I did some sewing that I’ve been meaning to share since, oh, Christmas. Matt installed some wonderful lighting in our living room. And probably some other stuff, I don’t even know. Matt’s been very very busy at work. I’ve been working too, but mostly just enjoying life and the sweet ball of happiness that is my son. I’ve also been trying to get back into a workout routine after an unintentional hiatus. But back to Emmett. The love affair with books continues. Of course we read with him a lot too, but it’s harder to take a picture of that.
My approach to Emmett’s hair is the same as mine: notice it is super long and unmanageable and/or looking rough, cut it spur of the moment, completely forget about it, repeat. So a few weeks ago I put him into his high chair, popped in a Sesame Street DVD (which we’ve had out from the library for a month and watched a total of about 15 minutes because Emmett hardly watches any TV), and grabbed a pair of scissors. Here’s the before:
I got in a couple of cuts on the top before Emmett made it impossible to go any further by moving his head and trying to grab the scissors. Hmm. Just enough was cut to make it look totally ridiculous. Not believing this would work, I got out the clippers I use to cut Matt’s hair on occasion and tried a couple of swipes. Emmett didn’t mind it! And with the guard on, it was a lot safer than the scissors. And it didn’t matter if he moved while I was cutting his hair. I think this will be my go-to method from now on. We’ve been getting a lot of compliments on his haircut. He always looks instantly much more grown-up when he gets a haircut. After:
Oh man, this kid’s facial expressions are constantly cracking us up.
The city came by and trimmed tree branches overhanging the street and near power lines. Emmett was fascinated by the wood chipper.
All for now!
Well, I totally dropped the ball on Emmett’s 20-month photo… I didn’t take one and now we’re more than half way to 21 months so I’m going to skip it. Meanwhile, someone pointed out that DIY has taken a major back seat to the kiddo in our blog posts. I’ll rectify that in the next post. But in the meantime, here’s what Emmett has been up to. (And as I put in the photos below, I realized that Emmett is learning to do a lot of things himself, so that’s DIY, right?)
Making faces in the mirror after bath time every every evening:
Celebrating a hometown victory (Go Seahawks!):
Books, books, books!
(a couple inches at our house this weekend, and more over Christmas at Grandpa’s house)
Making friends with creatures great and small:
Hiking in Eugene at Thanksgiving:
Frequent weekend trips to the park:
It’s never to early to start. Don’t forget to clean your fire truck.
When Emmett was a tiny baby, these photos were easy to take. I could just lay him on or near the tiles and snap away. As he became mobile, I could usually get a few good shots by giving him some toys to play with. Once he started walking, I had to prop up the tiles vertically, place him near them, and hope for a decent shot as he ran around the room and occasionally crossed into the frame. I also tried to strategically place toys or other objects of interest so that he would stay in the vicinity of the tiles long enough for a picture. Last month I decided it was getting too difficult, and nearly didn’t take this month’s photo. But at the last minute (and more than a few days late), I figured I should make an attempt. I leaned the tiles against the fireplace surround, and the first thing that happened was Emmett knocked them down. On purpose. I asked him not to do that, put them back up and - never thought of this before - said “Emmett, go stand in front of the fireplace.” Man, that kid stood right in front of the tiles and started hamming it up for the camera. At first he kept standing right in the middle so you couldn’t see the number, but after a couple of tries I got him to stand off to the side to get the photo above. He even says “cheese.”
I will have some Christmas/winter photos to share soon, but in the meantime, please enjoy a couple of silly ones.
After his bath, he likes to try on my shower cap.
I don’t even know what’s going on here, but he looks pretty sassy with that watering can and matching lunch tote.
18 months. One-and-a-half years old! It seems like a major milestone to me.
I keep thinking of Emmett as a baby, but he’s just not a baby at all anymore. He is steady on his feet, he can talk a little, he understands everything we say, he can eat with a fork and spoon, he knows how to pet a dog nicely, he can feed dogs and chickens, he can identify many objects. He understands advanced concepts such as this: I have pajamas with stars on them, and Emmett learned to point to the stars one by one, saying “tar.” When I wear other pajamas, he points to my leg and says “tar” and then does the “all done / all gone” sign. I say, “That’s right, stars all gone! There are no stars!” and he flashes the biggest smile.
These monthly photos are getting harder to take. The tiles keep falling over or Emmett knocks them over, and Emmett moves so fast I can hardly get a shot with him in the same frame as the tiles, let alone facing the camera. I’ll try to keep it up until 24 months. I’m not sure what I’ll do after that.
I have tons of good ones captured spur of the moment, fortunately. Emmett is really photogenic, but not necessarily when you want him to pose. To wit, here are the “four best” poses from Emmett’s recent picture day at school:
That last one… I always feel a little guilty laughing about it, but it is hilarious. He REALLY did not like having to sit down.
Our neighbors have chickens, and we like to take Emmett to visit them. Sometimes we also help take care of the chickens if our neighbors are out of town. If I say, “let’s go see the chickens,” Emmett runs to our back gate. We are allowed to let the ladies out of their coop to do some scratching and pecking in the yard and under the pine trees. One time, they were finding worms like crazy, which was pretty cool to see. When it’s time for the chickens to go back in their coop, Emmett fetches the bucket of chicken treats. He knows to toss a few handfuls inside the coop so the chickens will go inside. Then we close and lock the door and wave bye-bye. It’s so much fun.
We would love to have chickens one day, but for now it is wonderful to be able to interact with them and not have to take care of them full time. Occasionally we are given some eggs. Right now they’re not laying because of the short days.
This was not my most successful monthly baby photo shoot. I was a week late due to various distractions including Emmett getting mildly sick and teething. I only got a few pictures. None are good and some are like this:
Oh well, at least this photo shows real life. Sometimes a 17-month-old is not happy. But most of the time, Emmett is happy as a clam.
Happy to use a fork.
Happy to stack blocks.
Happy to open the curtains and look out into the darkness (which is anytime after 5 pm now that daylight savings is over - is Seattle moving northward every year or is it just me?)
Really happy to be in his rainbow play tunnel.
Happy to stack the rings in any order he chooses, thank you!
Happy to give a hug to dogs, stuffed or living.
Happy to find a pumpkin.
Happy to be asleep.
Night-night. I keep saying that my little boy isn’t a baby anymore. All day long he runs and throws balls and helps Mommy and Daddy with whatever we’re doing; he’s a kid. But when he wakes up in the wee hours of the night and cling-melts into my arms, and snuggles up to nurse and fall asleep, he is still my baby.