Thursday, September 18, 2008

If you're happy and you know it . . .

. . . you might be John.

John loves that song. Recently the three of us were taking an after-dinner walk in the park and Michael said, "John, are you happy?" John said, "Yeah!" I started singing, "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands . . . ." John leapt and jumped, dancing around with joy. Since then, he has been getting the hang of the motions -- clapping when we clap; raising a fist when we say, "Hurrah!"

It is heartwarming to see his exuberant joy.

Monkey see, monkey do

Lately John has been imitating us a lot. It's amazing to hear him repeat words easily. Today at the park: "Whazzizz?" "A tunnel. Tunnel." "Tunnel." And off he climbed, repeating, "Tunnel."

John doesn't like to have his teeth brushed, but when he sees me brushing mine, he begs, "Brush, brush," until I give him my toothbrush. He brushes his teeth with it, and lately he steps up to the sink (not that he can reach it, but still) and pretends to spit in the sink a few times: "Peh," is the sound he makes. Then he tosses my toothbrush on the floor and runs off.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Pancakes for John

John can't drink milk, but these pancakes taste fine:

1. Sift together 1/2 cup flour, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1/4 tbs. sugar, and 1/4 tsp. salt.

2. Beat together 1/4 plus 1/8 cup rice milk, 1/2 beaten egg, and 1 tbs. melted butter.

3. Stir the wet ingredients into the dry ones until just combined and then cook like other pancakes.

You can scramble the remaining half-egg on the griddle when you're done cooking the pancakes. When I asked John if he wanted to try some of the scrambled eggs, he said, "Nooh,nooh, nooh, nooh, nooh, nooh, nooh, nooh."

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

How Hard Can You Stomp?

John and I went for a walk after dinner this evening. It rained a lot today, so everything was wet. First, John ran back and forth over the pitching mound and finally slipped and fell. When he got up, his hands and knees were covered with red dirt.

Then we went to the playground and he climbed up and down the stairs. For a while, he took my advice and didn't go down the slide because it was wet. But at some point he did get wet, so we started to head home.

When we got to the basketball courts, John saw some big puddles and decided it would be fun to step in them. Then he decided it would fun to stomp in them. Then he decided it would be fun to see how hard he could stomp and how high he could make the water fly. Once he finished with one puddle, he went on to another. After a while thoughts of pneumonia came to mind and I decided it was time to go home.

"He could have gone on for hours," one of the tennis players said as we were leaving.

"It's a good thing his mother wasn't here," said I.

Yes, it is true that John's socks and shoes and clothes got all covered with mud, but sometimes that is how good memories are made.