January 31, 2006

Hayes’ word explosion is happing infront of our very… well… ears. It started with “computer”… maybe… though I think my mom would swear to it… a few weeks ago, and is continuing with what I consider his first word — TC. That’s out cat’s name, for the uninitiated. TC, as in Tenacious C. Our nanny has been swearing that he’s been saying it for about as long as my mom says he’s been saying “computer.”

I heard Hayes say computer some time ago, but since I can’t replicate it, I’m not sure it fit’s my definition of first word. It has to be in context… and replicateable. I guess it’s my scientific side talking. As for the reports of him saying “TC” I never heard it, and, further, we rarely refer to TC as anything but “kitty.” Though the nanny calls TC “TC” and, admittedly, he has more time around her than anyone.

Anyway, today he said TC. Very loud and clear. We were sitting on the couch… actually, I was laying there and he was sitting on top of me. That’s when he suddenly started pointing and saying “Ta, Ta” and then stopped and said it, “TC.” I looked behind me, and, sure enough, there was TC. It was unmistakable. Yup, TC is his first word. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

(BTW, he’s also saying “please” and “thank you,” but that just started last week and I have no triple verified reports that he’s said it before that, those can be his fourth and fifth word.)

January 27, 2006

I really don’t know how you spell blankey. No idea. Actually, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m quite clueless on this spelling thing all together.

On whether Hayes has found a blankey, however, there is very little question. Yes, indeedy, he’s got one and he won’t sleep without it. I’m actually proud of his choice. As a designer and big fan of modern stuff, I like the things that are simple but interesting. His choice, multi-blue (good boy color, BTW) irregularly stiped blanket. Same one I would have picked.

Here’s the problem — I feel like I can find a problem in about anything these days — he’s going to lose it. I know this because he is a Sagalyn, and if there’s one thing Sagalyns know how to do, it’s lose things. This is a both side of the family problem on my side, actually. Howells lose things too.

So he’s got a 50% chance of losing the blanket, the way I figure. I would have lost it long ago. Hell, I lost a Red Sox hat in Thailand. What are we to do? We need to find another one, that’s what.

Problem is, it’s impossible to find one. I’ve searched everywhere. Even used the UPC code. No luck.

Look, I found another problem. Sagalyn’s are good at finding problems.

January 23, 2006

It’s a good thing Oprah is here to tell us what to be worried about. You know, life was going so well that I was out there searching for something to get me worried. I mean, I just needed something to worry about. Thanks Oprah, once again you’ve done the country (and let’s not forget pharmaceutical industry) a great favor.

January 22, 2006

We love you! We can’t believe it’s been a year!

January 20, 2006

Yes, that thing we’ve dreamed of may be the problem. It may be too quiet for Hayes. He is still getting up too early, and my working theory is that now that it’s super quiet ’round these parts, he’s gettin’ ‘nough sleep in 11 hours than he used to need 12 hours to get. That’s right. He sleeps 11 hours. Go ahead and feel bad for me, I’ll give you a second.

Noooow that you’ve got that out of your system, we’ve devised a solution: put him to bed later. I know, I know, we’re brilliant. You can hold your applause.

January 18, 2006

Ok, Hayes got up at 4:30 this morning. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

On to the topic of the day, food. You know, what do you feed a one year old. There was a very interesting article in the New York Times Magazine, Generation Pad Thai over the weekend about what chefs feed their kids. Though I’m not a chef by trade, I do have a bit of training in the field, and I would love to agree that chefs’ kids eat better. Maybe Hayes does, but maybe he doesn’t. You decide for yourself.

Here’s the “people food” that he likes:
Pumpernickle Bread
Blue Cheese
Rissotto
Lobster
Chanterels
Brocolli with butter — lots of butter
salmon pate
steak
venison
table crackers

Crap, now that I’m thinking about it, he does eat pretty well. The funny thing is that he hates everything that is people food unless he sees someone else eating it first. Then you’d think it was all the best food in the world. The challenge is setting up his dinner plans to meet with ours so that he has an opportunity to see us eat people food and in turn eats it himself. So, most of the time he just ends up eating that organic jar food. Which sucks. I’ve tried it.