August 28, 2006

Technically the year and a half mark is a month behind us, but on Friday, we finally had Hayes’ 18 month check up. I guess I could draw a parrallel between this and our propensity to get late oil changes, but I’m really not sure how that would go… so… anyway… on to the stats/

Hayes is in the 80th percentile in height and weight (28.5lbs) — in other words, he’s slowing down his growth. His head is still big, but not as big, at 90%. According to our doctor, he’s talking at a 2 year old level. As such, it has been recommended that we start socializing him more with 2 year-old-types.

Which, bring us to our weekend. It was another great twin weekend, this time at our home, not in Maine. As usual, it went really well. It’s great to have friends that share lots of our same interests with children around the same age as Hayes. It’s been hard for us to keep in touch with our friends without kids or with older kids, because, when it comes down to it, if Hayes ain’t entertained, we may as well be hanging out with no one.

With the twins, however, Hayes is very entertained. Fact is, not only does he seem to have a good time, he also seems to be content letting the twins do the yelling and screaming, banging and throwing, as he sits back with a “my work here is done attitude.” As an extra added bonus, Hayes always seems to pick up some new words from the twins — this time lot of new words. Among them “mine” and “my turn.” Yup, he’s got that pronoun thing working now.

August 23, 2006

Happened last night while Hayes was sitting on Jen’s lap on the couch:
Hayes: “Ow, ow, ow, ow.”
Hayes pinches Jen.
Jen: “Ow!”
Hayes, turning to me: “See?”

August 16, 2006

Well, we’re back from vacaction, and with vacation came Hayes’ first ice cream experience. Like most of Hayes’ first experiences, it went a bit differently than everyone had thought it would. I guess there’s just something weird about ice cream or vanilla or something, but Hayes, well, he didn’t really care about it. No, actually, we was more than indifferent. He actually didn’t like it at all.

Yes, we gave him the ice cream. We got a smile. But he was done after a couple of bites (!) and he was definitely more interested in the cone. We got a couple of good pictures, but in the end, the ice cream just wasn’t doing it for him.

Think maybe it was a fluke? First time jitters, perhaps? Yah, so did we. It wasn’t. In fact, we took Hayes to get some softserve later on during the vacation and instead of not caring much about it — and to the dismay and humor of onlookers — he started screaming: “N0! No! No!” when we tried to give him the cone. Weird, huh? I know those women looking on and hoping for a icecream dipping love fest were surprised at Hayes’ reaction.

I guess 18 months is too late for the first cone? I don’t know. I’m baffled.

August 3, 2006

I always thought Hayes would prefer a ride in… say a 66 GTO convertible to… say a pony. And, I mean, how many times to you get to prove these theories? How many times can you do both in one day? Or find both in the same place? Or find a 66 GTO covertible with a child’s seat? Really, how many times?

Well, it happened. My cousin’s farm is said fantasy land. She houses horses, and her husband has a car hobby that any car guy without enough garage space would be jealous of. Yes, there was GTO with the car seat, and a pony for my cousins’ two year old. I thought for sure the car would be a hit, and the horse would be a miss.

So, I asked my cousin’s husband about the car seat in the GTO and he told me to take it for a ride. We buckled Hayes in, fired up the 360hp engine and set off. The wind blew, the car growled and Hayes said, “All done car.” I got it going again, but between the wind and the engine growl, it was obvious Hayes was unhappy.

So, car loses. Horse?

Hayes saw the first horse, and after seeing us pet it, he wanted to do the same. We then put him down on the ground and he went right over to the horse and triend to stick his hand in its mouth. We put a stop to that right quick, went on a tour of the other horse stalls and then my cousin got Tony the Pony out of his stall and put Izabele (my cousin’s kid) on back. They trotted around the indoor ring, and Hayes was instantly ready for a horse ride. “Go ride” he repeated as they trotted around the ring.

When my cousin got back to us, we put Hayes on the pony with Izabele. Hayes was fine, Isabelle, well, she wanted her pony to herself. She acquiesced, cuz she’s a great kid, and then Hayes went on a horse back ride. Big shit eating grin, ear to ear. After once around he wanted to go again.

Horse wins. Who would have thunk it?