Pronoun fun, and more

"I'm in your way" means "you're in my way."

He says "pick me up" but also "carry you" and "here me come!"

"Where did you get hurt?" we ask.
"On the table."
"Yes, but what part of your body got hurt?"
"On the corner."

He uses forks, knives, and foons.

Oops

We had to stop and recover our wits on the way home today, so we wheeled into a juice joint. I thought I'd order us something healthy, like wheatgrass, but then I saw raspberries and lost my head. It didn't occur to me until after Faelan had had a sip that a smoothie with raspberries, cranberries, and vanilla yogurt had tons and tons of sugar in it.

Faelan liked it so much that he started growling. His verdict: "It good smoothie. It's good, it's good, it's more good, it's super big good."

Supper

Because it was tasty and weird and ad hoc:

First Course: Kashmiri Rogan Josh from Joel's 50 Curries of India cookbook (Stew meat from our half lamb; sour milk from our cowshare). Whole wheat paratha, Joel-made.

Second Course: Steamed cabbage from Mom's garden drizzled with ume-shiso vinegar and toasted sesame oil.

Third course: Apples gathered from the living room floor where Faelan had rolled them (originally from the CSA).

Fourth course: Brown seed bread (from the farmer's market) baked in the combined sauces from a caraway pork roast (half pig), potatoes & onions, and butternut squash ravioli with garlic cream sauce (Joel-made from scratch).

We have been eating WELL this week.

Surprising utterances today

Looking at a slice of apple dumpling, speaking to Joel: "Thank you, my dear, bringing apple pie."

Crawling towards the living room: "Let's go eat rabbits."

"What is that?"
"Origami for the craft fair."
"Pretty origami."

We must be doing something right

Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom, tidying up and muttering to myself about how I just couldn't pick up after three people every day all day long and ever do anything else, and I was just so overwhelmed, and grumble, grumble, growl, ad nauseam.
Faelan came in and asked, "Talking to Daddy?"
"No," I said, feeling sheepish. "I'm talking to myself."
He gave me a dubious look, thought a minute, and then decided, "Talking to heaven." I was startled, and ashamed, and grateful.
"No," I said, "but that's a really good idea. Thank you for reminding me." And then I did say a word or two to the Trinity, though mostly the Spirit, since I was pretty incoherent. The day was brighter after that.

Things he says in his sleep

"Sit down, sit down there!"
"Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy!"
[whimpering] "I'm sorry."
"Hab it! Hab it!"
"I need it. Need the little one."

June 2009 Video

Talking in Francis's living room, about the cat:

"This is a red ball. I can roll the ball to Tom-Tom."

He does so.

"Here, Tom-Tom. Come down and bite the ball."

Things he says now

"Yeah, I can do dat!"
"I don't yike dat."

"I want you pull on me," meaning "I want you [to] pull me on [the blanket]"

September 2009

September 2009

Ingredients

Lately, Faelan's taken to asking us what's in the food we eat. When we put a bowl of cream of broccoli soup in front of him, he was unimpressed until we told him there were broccoli, onions, potatoes, cow's milk, a bouillon cube, and water in the soup, with cheese on top. "Whoa!" he said, and started eating with enthusiasm.

A few days ago, Joel made grilled cheese sandwiches for supper, and Faelan's was too hot, so he took it apart to cool. When it was cool enough, he ate a little cheese out of it, then put it back together. Then he pointed at it, the tip of his finger just touching the cheesy middle of the sandwich.
"What in here, Daddy?"
"Cheese."
"No." He shook his head, grinning. "Finger in there."
Ha ha.