{"id":14,"date":"2008-08-31T17:07:55","date_gmt":"2008-08-31T05:07:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.glenny.org\/2008\/08\/31\/general-update\/"},"modified":"2017-10-04T07:40:29","modified_gmt":"2017-10-03T19:40:29","slug":"general-update","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/general-update\/","title":{"rendered":"General update"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So, August is here (and almost gone again). Since I\u2019ve been unutterably slack at providing updates, I thought I\u2019d assemble all my notes into a semi-coherent list of bullet points. <\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>We were down at the library the other day, and ended up walking back to the car with various handfuls of things. Zach didn\u2019t want to get in his car seat initially, so I put him\u2026 on the roof. It made sense at the time, all right? He sat there nicely, perfectly happy \u2013 until it was time to get him down again. You see, he happened to be on the other side of the car from his seat, and going through the car to get there wasn\u2019t an option. And so it came to pass that the onlookers saw a two-year-old boy walking across a car roof to his long-suffering mother.<\/li>\n<li>As a car-related aside, he is taking after his mother more and more each day. He was urging me to go faster on the main road, but became quiet after I pointed out that there were cars in front of us. Once we turned down a side road, he leaned forward, pointed, and quietly said \u201ccars gone, daddy \u2013 go faster!\u201d<\/li>\n<li>Ways to make Zach laugh uproariously, part seven of many: stand on one leg after bathtime and say \u201cDaddy\u2019s a flamingo!\u201d Once he\u2019s finished laughing, he\u2019ll mimic you and say \u201cmy a mingo too!\u201d<\/li>\n<li>With the rising gas and food prices, we have had to cut back the household bath toy budget. To this end, Zach now enjoys having an (unused, I promise) toilet plunger with him in the bath. He uses it as a cup-with-a-stalk, and occasionally turns it into an umbrella while he brushes his teeth, and then dances around like Charlie bloody Chaplin. I am not making this up.<\/li>\n<li>Anyone who has been near our little man for the last few months will be oh-so-familiar with the phrase \u201cyou doing?\u201d It can often be repeated several hundred times a day, rapid-fire, with no letup, and certainly without letting trifles like whether you\u2019ve ALREADY TOLD HIM what you\u2019re doing get in the way. He has recently branched out a little, and we now enjoy modulations of this, including \u201cMummy, you doing? Daddy, you doing? My just do?\u201d Occasionally he gets confused and just sticks with \u201cmy doing?\u201d<\/li>\n<li>A ha-ha-hilarious postscript to that particular phrase\u2019s evolution is this: we have continually said \u201cstop asking me that\u201d when peppered with you-doings. He has now cheerfully adopted this and uses it whenever we ask him to do a chore or other unattractive task. Quite the little diplomat.<\/li>\n<li>The ever-present battle to try to get him to eat his dinner continues. The other day he stood playing at his play-dough table, and I asked him if he\u2019d like some more chips. The response: \u201cno, my not hear you.\u201d<\/li>\n<li>Because of this poor dinner-time behaviour, we have to gauge his fullness, or lack thereof. This gives rise to the pressure test, where we poke his belly. He loves it, I assure you. He was quite firm and full the other night, and I asked him why, expecting a response about the nice meal. Oh, no. That would be too easy. What did he say? \u201cThere\u2019s a BABY in it! A BABY got in my tummy!\u201d<\/li>\n<li>He is continuing his nightly dances on his bed, often giving orders out to his audience while madly bouncing and gyrating: \u201cOK, peoples, now do like this! Music on now! La la la la LA!\u201d<\/li>\n<li>\u201cWhat my am?\u201d (dances madly, we give various incorrect guesses) \u201cMy an OCTOPUS!\u201d Oh.<\/li>\n<li>After a midday sleep post a 6am wakeup: \u201cMy not tired any more. My put my tired away. In my mouth!\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, August is here (and almost gone again). Since I\u2019ve been unutterably slack at providing updates, I thought I\u2019d assemble all my notes into a semi-coherent list of bullet points. We were down at the library the other day, and ended up walking back to the car with various handfuls of things. Zach didn\u2019t want [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":379,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/379"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions\/174"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glenny.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}