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Giggles from the basement

You may have noticed that I am a wee bit nosy at times. The rest of the time, I am just interested in what others are doing, where and when. This behaviour has been sustained, maybe intensified, since Reid was born. On Sunday night, while I was getting supper ready, Ken and Reid were playing in the basement. At one point, I could hear both of them laughing deep, belly laughs. I walked to the end of the hallway to hear them better. I didn’t go down because it wasn’t for me to interfere but I did listen. I love them and I love their laughter.

I did wonder what was happening but when I mentioned it to Ken, he couldn’t remember anything in particular. Just a little Daddy-Reidie time that was going well.

Read my hands - I want more curry

I rarely see Reid using any of sign language any more, I can’t remember the last time she signed “milk”. That makes me sad since it was her first word in either English or American Sign Language (other than Mama and Dada). When she feels strongly about something not ending and argues, I sometimes will sign “all done” to emphasize my point. Reid is most likely to sign, “more”. She uses it for emphasis to a fully-formed verbal sentence. I was reminded of this at supper Sunday when we were eating curry. Reid ate quite a big serving and asked for, “More durry mama” as she signed madly. Like there was a chance that she wouldn’t be getting seconds. In fact, she asked for and received a third helping.  Curry is yummy in many languages, I guess. I’ll have to find out what the sign is for curry, I guess.

‘cept P.

Each night when we pick Reid up from daycare, we read aloud the sheet that tells us what the Juniors did, ate and how they slept. It turns out that Reid actually does listen. On Monday, Ken read out, “Everyone slept.” Reid added, “‘cept P.” Ken told her that even P. slept. Reid refused to believe him. It happens sometimes, usually only on Mondays but apparently Reid hasn’t noticed.

Let me help with that

We’d been discussing my upcoming birthday over the last few weeks - mostly in the context of when it was in relation to Reid’s - and so when Reid woke up yesterday, we talked about how it was a daycare day and when I fished a bit she recalled it was my birthday. Well, at first Reid suggested that it was a little guy from her class’ birthday but she picked mine second, though she wouldn’t say, “Happy Birthday!” Ken convinced Reid to give me a nice birthday kiss, though.

Reid handed me a card as soon as I was finished in the bathroom. She had “written” quite an extensive birthday message inside. Ken next coaxed Reid to abandon Toopy and Binoo on the computer to watch me open presents. Well, Reid isn’t much of a “watcher” and she began opening the bag for me. Ken tried to stop her but I didn’t mind. She was so excited to pull the present that she (they) made for me out of the bag and to show it to me. Ken, who hates crafts, helped Reid colour a background and then make a flower out of playdough shapes. He then framed it and I have it at my desk already. While I opened the card from Ken, Reid dug into the second bag, encountered a box and started shaking it. How cool! A box! Mama look!

After a supper lovingly prepared by my fabulous husband, I was presented with a cake with a candle on it. Reid was entranced by the flame. Ken sang, Happy Birthday, Reid mouthed the words while staring at the candle without blinking even once. My request for assistance in blowing out the candle broke through the trance and she helped with a grin. Nearly an hour later, Reid told me that my birthday was over and I said it wasn’t over until bedtime. She started to sing Happy Birthday all by herself. We knew she could but the candle was too distracting.

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