misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
Shouted out gleefully at random while we were walking on a busy sidewalk: "When I take a bath, I don't wash my penis at all!"

Seriously, I have no idea what inspired him to say that - we were not talking about baths, or penises.

. . .

Later, in a conversation which did in fact in some way involve the topic of poo:

The Lynxcub: "I'm talking about actual poo, the kind that comes out of your butt!"

Me (confused): "Er... what other kind is there?"

Him (obviously delighted to know something I don't): "Actually, there is another kind. It's called well poo."

Me (even more confused): "Well poo? What's that?"

Him: "It's what Mama says when she can't find something she's looking for."
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
Of late, the Lynxcub has been completely obsessed with the DVD Here Comes Science, by They Might Be Giants. For those who don't know, TMBG have released a number of kids' CDs and DVDs, in addition to their usual quirky rock offerings. I'd originally introduce him to their stuff via their YouTube channel, but [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik ended up getting him that one on DVD, and he is so in love with it that he has insisted on bringing it along with him on several visits, and on the times he's forgotten to do that, insists on seeing most of the videos from it on YouTube.

He also likes many of the ones from Here Come the ABCs and Here Come the 123s, but it seems to be the science one that's really captured his heart, despite the fact that unlike the others, I'm pretty sure it's intended for considerably older kids than him. But then again, as anyone who's met him (or even reads my LJ regularly) knows, the Lynxcub is not your average three-and-a-half-year-old. It's really pretty awesome to hear him exclaim with delight "Oh look, it's the periodic table!", or draw squiggles on paper and insist that they're DNA. He has also solemnly informed me that he thinks Pluto is a planet, no matter what anyone else says.

And it was the same video that tackled the is-Pluto-a-planet question that led to the following conversation:

Lynxcub: I think I'm going to knock all those rocks in the asteroid belt out of the sky.

Me: Really? Why?

Lynxcub: I'm going to make them into a chew toy.

Me: (brief pause as I attempt to process that statement) Um... That's going to be a very large chew toy.

Lynxcub: (dismissively) That's OK, I'm going to use a machine.

Me: So, uh, who is that chew toy going to be for?

Lynxcub: I'm going to find someone who has a dog who doesn't have a chew toy.

Me: A very, very big dog?

Lynxcub: Yes. With big, sharp teeth!

. . .

I am actually very pleased with his TMBG-fanboy-ness. Their kids' songs and videos are pretty cool - a lot of the videos, especially, have really interesting artwork and animation (I think this is my personal favourite, though I have to warn you the song is an irresistible earworm - it will go through your head for weeks!). Especially in contrast to how stupid and/or annoying most kids' entertainment these days is... I would far, far rather have him watch TMBG geeking out over photosynthesis or paleontology than Spongebob Squarepants or something like that...

I really need to get that DVD - and their other kid's ones, for that matter. There really should be a "one of everything, please" bundle available. Also: this shirt, which is perfect for him since that's one of his favourite songs from that collection, and red is his favourite colour! The first time I looked at the site, I was disappointed because I thought they only had that one in adult sizes, but then I discovered that the kids' version was listed separately further down in the section. Oddly, it doesn't appear in their separate kids' store, but at least now I know I can get it in his size! (ETA: or not. Just noticed the sizes listed are YM, YL and S. I'm guessing the first two mean something along the lines of Youth Medium and Youth Large, but I don't know if the S is meant to be a Youth Small and just lost its Y*, or if it's an adult small. Or if any of these sizes are anywhere near the size 4 that he normally wears.)

. . .

And elsewhere in the world of entertaining Lynxcub moments, later in the same visit, when he was playing in the living room and I had my back turned making him a snack, I heard him say "I need to do this by myself."

Turning around, I asked what it was he need to do, and he replied "This art!" I looked at what he was doing and saw that he had gotten my blush compact out of my purse, and was carefully brushing blush onto the chest of drawers in front of him, with a look of great concentration, as though he was certain that he was creating a masterpiece.

Without looking up, he added in a tone of unmistakable satisfaction "When I'm done, there's going to be scraps of my art everywhere!"

Artistic as well as scientific - that's my boy!

. . .

* Presumably, the missing Y is in the Alphabet Lost & Found.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
The Lynxcub's new favourite word is "hilarious". He used it about six times today. As in "I think shooting Lego pieces across the room is hilarious!" (as I was trying to fish one out from under the fridge).

Also, ever since I convinced him to let me wash his hair in the bath last time he was here by telling him that the shampoo and conditioner I was using ("Silky Selkie" from the Faery's Tub) was made by faeries for selkies to use on their fur, he wants selkie stories. A lot of selkie stories. I need to learn more of them, preferably some that don't involve anyone dying.

And when I dropped him off today, we had the following adorable/maddening conversation:

Me: OK, I have to go now, honey. Give me a hug and kiss?
Him: But I want you to stay here for ever and ever!
Me: I wish I didn't have to go too, but I need to.
Him: I won't let you! I'll lock you in!
Me: That's sweet, but I do have work to do... Come on, give me a goodbye hug?
Him (trying to wriggle out of my arms): I want a fire truck just like Saoirse's. It's a Plan Toys firetruck! It has...
Me: I think you're trying to distract me. Sweetie, you know I have to leave whether or not you give me a hug and kiss goodbye, right?
Him: No, actually, I don't know that! (He has in fact been told that many, many, many times, but still seems to be firmly of the opinion that if he can just avoid giving me a goodbye hug or kiss, I won't be able to actually leave.)
[livejournal.com profile] kettunainen: Well, you just learned it.
Him: No, I didn't!

I'm happy that he loves me enough that he doesn't want me to leave, but it does make partings a little stressful... :-/

. . .

In other kid-related news, I am co-leading the Yule Family Circle at the WCC next Sunday (the Family Circles are special kid-friendly rituals that take place on the Sunday nearest each sabbat, before the regular sabbat ritual). For anyone pagan-inclined who has kids and wants to bring them, it's at 3:00 at the Temple (upstairs from the Occult Shop, on Vaughan Road). Bring kid-friendly food to share, as there's a pot-luck feast afterwards.

Home again

Nov. 29th, 2010 02:38 am
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
Back in town, and slept about 12 hours last night, due to spending the previous night on the Megabus (with no wi-fi!), and the night before in less-than-ideal sleeping arrangements. Finished my Deliria game yesterday despite massive sleep deprivation, and spent this afternoon with the Lynxcub.

Will try to write more about the US trip soon, but in the meantime, I present the following highlight from today's Cub time:

I had gotten him a couple of presents while in the US — Harold and the Purple Crayon and a little Lego car kit, which he had great fun with. He seemed especially enchanted with the little minifigure it came with, and at one point, he had it talking to the little Lego person he'd previously made out of the regular bricks in the basic Lego set he started with:

Minifigure: Would you like to drive my car?

Brick person: I can't — I don't have any hands.

Minifigure: Oh, that's OK! I'll drive for you,

Brick person: Thank you for driving! I'm so glad you have hands!

I just about fell over laughing... Yes, the boy's imagination is developing wonderfully.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
More evidence of budding Doctor Who geekery in the boy:

While building something with Lego, he told me: "I'm building a Dalek prison place. This opening is for them to get groceries through, so that they don't take over the world while they're out getting groceries."

As I was trying not to die of laughter, he paused thoughtfully, and added "Daleks are pretty cute, but they aren't very friendly."

. . .

Shortly afterward, he decided that it was actually a Dalek house, rather than a prison: "But only for the good Daleks."

"The ones that don't try to take over the world?"

"That's right. The Doctor built it for them. He's not the kind of doctor who makes sick people better, he's the kind that finds good Daleks nice places to live."

. . .

Later on, he was playing with a bunch of little plastic animals, and announced that they were sick with "a really bad, go-to-the-doctor flu".

"So they have to go an see a veterinarian?"

"Yes! But the girl veterinarian isn't very good at it yet. The father veterinarian is better."

(Trying to process this:) "Uh... so there's a father and daughter veterinarian, but the daughter's still learning and isn't a very good vet yet?"

"That's right. She isn't very good at it yet, because she's still young. But she sometimes fights off bad chemicals. And Daleks."
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
Had an overnight visit from the Lynxcub Friday night, which was very nice despite Rosalind's usual insistence on expressing her affection for us by walking all around the bed and all over us while purring loudly, so that I had to spend much of the night fending her off from stepping on the Cub (since she's large enough to be disruptive even when she walks on me, and he's much smaller than I am). But this time she only kept it up for around... two hours or so? Seriously, that's actually an improvement.

Earlier, while trying (for quite some while) to get him settled down to bed, he at one point protested "I can't go to sleep! I'm too interested in playing with Lego!" and then a bit later "I'm too interested to go to sleep!" (I should perhaps mention that he has Lego here, but not at home, since he has a baby brother there who is of an age to put everything in his mouth, and that does not go well with having small plastic bricks all over the place.)

Best part: waking up (too early) Saturday morning to the Cub sitting on the bed next to me saying cheerfully "Wake up, it's morning!" And as soon as I'd managed to get up into a sitting position, he flung his arms around me and said with great enthusiasm "I love you so much!!" Sweetest morning greeting ever!

And then immediately afterward, as if it followed completely logically from that: "I want to make lots and lots of things with Lego! I want to make too much Lego!" I sense an obsession developing on that front...

I think I already posted that, a few weeks ago, I got him his first Lego set, and since then he has been completely infatuated with all things Lego. A lot of the Lego play thus far is actually him asking me to make things for him, but he does make some (usually odd-looking) things himself, and also likes playing with all the things I make (see the carnivorous horse story).

Latest construction: a Lego Dalek! The Cub has been developing a certain level of interest in Doctor Who, though he's never actually seen a full episode, just a bunch of short clips. It all started with him liking to play with my TARDIS USB hub, and then he wanted to see a video of the TARDIS at one point, and it just sort of progressed from there. But yes... Lego Dalek! It's not super-realistic, given that (a) we only have a basic Lego starter set thus far, and (b) about 80% of the pieces were already tied up in a couple of small buildings, a tea set and a bunch of scary carnivourous farm animals (the Cub has not yet reconciled himself to the idea that Lego creations eventually have to be taken apart if you want to keep making new stuff), so I was working with a very limited set of leftover bricks. But I think it's at least recognizable, and he seemed to be happy with it.

Pictures )
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
Even when the Lynxcub is upset and/or angry, he's freakishly cute, although sometimes in a slightly disturbing way. Some things he has said lately when Not Happy:

Over the course of a prolonged struggle to get him into his winter coat:
"I don't like my winter coat any more! I want to break it! I want to break it and throw it away! I want to throw it in the street and make it dirty! I want to throw it up on top of this building!"

Partly out of curiosity and partly to distract him, I asked how he would do that:

"I would get a big long rope with a hook on the end and throw it all the way up there until the rope was tight and then put it at the very top!"

And later, when having to put on said coat again, to go home after the visit:

"I want to break it into little pieces and throw the threads at cars!"

On a similar note, when trying to get him re-dressed after he had insisted on taking off most of his clothes:
"I don't like my jeans! I don't like my old jeans or my new jeans! They're too uncomfortable!"

I asked if he had any pants he did like:

"No! I don't like any pants at all! I want to break all my pants! I want to break my pants and my shirt and my socks and my boots and my coat and my hoodie! I want to break all my clothes!"

When asked how he felt at times when a grownup had yelled at him for something he didn't do (this was in the context of me trying to impress upon him why he shouldn't yell at Kiska when she hadn't done anything wrong):
"I would push the grownup down and cut the grownup into little pieces and eat the grownup!"

. . .

And, in less angry forms of cuteness, he was looking in the cupboard where I put Lego stuff we've made to keep it safe between his visits, and asked why I'd put the duck up on top of the farmhouse. I told him that ducks are birds and maybe it flew up there. He gave me A Look, and said, very patiently, as though explaining things to a slow learner, "Lego can't fly!"
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
Spent pretty much all day with the Lynxcub today - picked him up at 1:30, stopped by Bavia Arts, a Brazilian drumming/dance centre in the neighbourhood that was having an open house today, then off to the WCC's family circle for the equinox, then back here for an overnight stay (after a brief stop chez [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik to pick up the cub's pajamas. He'll be staying over tomorrow night as well, because their apartment building is being sprayed tomorrow, so this is quite the intensive visit.

Most entertaining conversation: at the streetcar stop, he spontaneously asked me, with an impish smile, "Do cats eat bats?" which is a quote from Alice in Wonderland, which I've been reading to him lately. Then he asked me if bats ate people, and I assured him that people were much bigger than bats as a general rule, so we didn't have to worry about being eaten by them. I told him most bats ate bugs, like mosquitoes, but there were fruit bats that ate fruit and flowers, and vampire bats that did sometimes bite people, but didn't eat them - they just drank a little bit of blood, like a mosquito would. And assured him that the bats we have here are not the vampire sort.

He asked why bats ate mosquitoes, and I told him that a mosquito was a tasty snack for a bat, because the blood they drank from people made them all fat and juicy, and while a mosquito wouldn't taste good to a human, to a bat it would be yummy because they have different tastes.

He thought about that for a while, and then said decisively: "I think I like strawberries better."

Then he asked me why I had several stuffed toy bats (three small, one large), and I told him I'd seen them at Ikea and thought they were cute, which is pretty much the case. I think this may have been followed by a few other bat-related questions. Then he said, thoughtfully:

"There's a subway station in my house, because I like to take the subway. And I have some real bats there, and real cats too, there, but the cats don't eat the bats and the bats don't eat the cats. And I have some mosquitoes with the wings taken off, so they're easy for the bats to eat. And I have a kite, which is all sparkly and shiny, and I fly it in the subway station for my bats to bat at like a cat toy while they're flying!"

. . .

BTW, on the topic of Kettu and Optimystik's apartment getting sprayed, if anyone's available tomorrow evening to help them move everything back into place, that would be awesome. For anyone who's never gone through it, you have to move all your furniture away from the walls and pile everything into the middle of the room, which in many cases means having to take down Ikea shelves and that sort of thing. Not fun. They had a couple of helpers today, but haven't got anyone lined up for tomorrow, and putting everything back is going to be a pretty monumental task - which is pretty much going to all fall on Optimystik's shoulders, because Kettu's got to take care of the baby. So if anyone's available to help them, please do - I can't, because I'll be looking after the Lynxcub here.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
So apparently in the Central Park Zoo today, a tiger was injured when hit by a truck. But thankfully, his injuries were not too severe, because the truck had a stuffed monkey with a banana in its hands mounted on the front, which cushioned the impact and allowed the tiger to cling onto it instead of being run over.

However, he was still rather bruised, so another tiger borrowed an SUV to take him to the animal hospital, the original (human) driver of the SUV having come to the zoo to visit Tango (of And Tango Makes Three fame), because Tango needed a friend (although the tigers were apparently also Tango's friends).

So the unhurt (or "not-hurt") tiger drove the injured one to the animal hospital, where the doctors were able to put Band-aids on his bruises so that he was all better, after which his friend drove him back to the zoo again.

. . .

Or so the Lynxcub informed me, anyway, by way of explaining why it was so important that he keep playing with a tiny toy SUV (given to him the proprietor of our local Indian restaurant) when it was time to leave, instead of putting his boots on.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
I do intend to eventually write about last week's various events, particularly the trip up north and the discovery of a magic rowan tree on the Toronto islands, but as I lack the brain power for that right at the moment, instead, I present you with the latest installment of the Lynxcub Cuteness Report.

Best one-liner of recent weeks:
On hearing a father and son speaking to each other in Italian (I think) at the playground, he said in a tone of hushed reverence "They're speaking language!"

Most surreal exchange:
Lynxcub: "If I had some bad chemicals, I would take them to the dentist."

Me: "What would the dentist do with them?"

Lynxcub: (doesn't respond, just gives me a Look)

Me: "Ah... Should I have asked, what are you going to do to the dentist with the bad chemicals?"

Lynxcub: "I'm going to spray them on the dentist!"

Me: "What will that do?"

Lynxcub: (patiently, as if the answer should be obvious to any reasonable person) "It'll make the dentist vibrate!"

If I didn't know better, I'd think the Cub was on some bad chemicals himself...

Most entertainingly adult-like moment:
I was trying to steer him out of the bathroom, since I don't like him to stay in there any longer than it takes to pee, wash his hands, etc. -- too many things for him to get into in there.

Me: "Why don't we go back into the living room?"

Lynxcub: "Not now -- I have to check myself out in the mirror!"

He proceeded to pick up my little hand mirror and, indeed, look over his face very carefully, turning from side to side the way someone might if checking their makeup or making sure they'd shaved properly. Except that what he was apparently checking out was the strip of Scotch tape he had stuck to his nose.

Most detailed flight of fancy:
Cut for length )
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
Me: "It's pretty sunny out. Would you like your hat and sunglasses on?"

Lynxcub: "If a fire truck came into my dreams, I would jump up on top of it and work on it! I would work on top of the cab to make the lights go off and the sirens go off. And then there would be a blowy horn --"

Me: "Um... that really isn't answering to my question..."

Lynxcub: "--and I would work a lot on it and the lights and the siren, and there would be a flashing green light, and... [a fair bit more detail I can't remember omitted] ...and that's what I would do if a fire truck came into my dreams!"

Me: "That's very interesting. But would you like your hat and sunglasses on?"

Lynxcub: "No."

. . .

Lynxcub, junior forest firefighter )

Remind me not to ever have him wake ME up )

A moment of sheer awesomeness )
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
The Cub did not want to spend any more time outside today than absolutely necessary - I think he was a little alarmed by the Salsa on St. Clair Festival. He doesn't deal very well with crowds, though he did spend a lot of time watching the goings-on from the window (one of the festival "hot spots" was, as always, the very intersection I live at, where a Salsa school was giving free lessons every hour on the hour, so all weekend I've had not just constant music outside, but periodic bouts of "One! Two! Now, forward! Back! Tap tap tap!" and that sort of thing). I guess music and crowds of dancing people are less threatening when viewed from above.

On the bright side, spending time indoors often tends to lead to more interesting and surreal conversations:

Helpful Lynxcub is helpful )

Simultaneously cute and disturbing )

BTW, for those who don't know, he will be turning three next Monday, the 26th. Not sure yet if there are any official festivities planned (meant to ask when dropping him off, but forgot), but he'll be with me the day before, so if anyone (local) feels like paying the Cub a visit when he's with me on his almost-birthday, I'd be up for that.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
The Lynxcub was apparently very impressed with Pride this year - not only did he want to go back the same day we were there, but the first question he asked me on Wednesday's visit was "Can we go back to Pride now?" I had to explain to him the nature of yearly events... And then on today's visit, we had the following exchange:

Cub: "What's that?" (pointing to a Salsa on St. Clair poster)

Me: "That's a poster for a street festival called Salsa on St. Clair. It'll be happening here, in this neighbourhood, in about a week - they'll block off the street from cars like they did for that other festival, and there'll be lots of music and dancing. It's kind of like Pride, only different."

Cub: "Why will people be dancing?"

Me: "Because Salsa is a type of dancing, and the kind of music people play for that, and this festival is all about that. And about the part of the world it comes from, Latin America."

Cub (giving me a Look): "Actually, salsa is made from tomatoes!"

Me (trying not to die laughing): "The word can mean more than one thing, honey. 'Salsa' can mean a kind of dance, and the music people dance to, and also the kind of salsa that you eat. I don't really know why they have the same word for both -- it's kind of funny, isn't it?"

Cub (thinks for a moment, then beams delightedly, and starts laughing as if this is the funniest thing he's ever heard in his life): "Yes!!!" (then, wistfully:) "Can Pride be in this neighbourhood?"

. . .

Later, at my place, I found him kneeling in front of my office chair, on which Rosalind was soundly sleeping. He was running his little wooden airplane down her side as though she was a runway.

Me (amused): "What are you doing?"

Cub: "I'm flyin' my airplane!"

Me: "On Rosalind?"

Cub: "Yes!" (and then, as if the explanation should be perfectly obvious to anyone:) "She's an airport cat!"
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
Hope all the moms on my friends list had a good one today -- well, except for those of you who I know didn't (hope you feel better soon, [livejournal.com profile] tamago23!).

I had the Lynxcub for a visit, which included Vietnamese noodles; They Might Be Giants; dancing; strange improvised games involving renaming body parts and manic laughter; reading stories; phoning my mom, stepmother and grandmother so that both he and I could wish them a happy mother's day; and eventually the Cub falling asleep while cuddled up against me in the mei-tai on the way home while I sang to him. All in all, a very good way to spend the day.

Most sweet/entertaining moments:
  1. At the little Vietnamese restaurant we stopped at on the way to my place, when I told him we needed to pay before we could leave, he ran up to the waitress and tugged at the edge of her skirt, and solemnly told her he was going to pay.

  2. In a slightly similar vein:

    Lynxcub: "Can we ride your bike to your house?"
    Me: "No, honey, I don't have the right attachment to put your child seat on it yet."
    Lynxcub: "Can I help you get the attachment?"
    Me: "Well, it's mainly a matter of having the money to get the attachment, but hopefully I'll be able to get it soon."
    Lynxcub: "Can I help you get the money to get the attachment?"
    Me: "Well, um... That's very sweet, but I'm not sure how you could help with that. It's nice of you to offer, though."
    Lynxcub (excitedly): "Oh, I know how we can get the money for the attachment!"
    Me (surprised): "You do? How?"
    Lynxcub: "Well, we just... (trailing off thoughtfully) ride the bike all the way to your house, and... (suddenly distracted by some random object in a store window) What's that?"

I never did find out what his great fundraising idea was... Kid's got the attention span of a six-week-old kitten. Or, you know, a 2-3/4-year-old human. (BTW, to [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik - this is the attachment I need, correct? Just want to be sure I get the right thing, once I can... I read somewhere they had two kinds of stingers but I've only been able to find one.)

Also, two recent instances of his peculiar over-articulateness:
  1. After almost-but-not-quite falling asleep during a thunderstorm on Friday: "I was awakened by the thunder."

  2. When asked what he was doing wriggling around on my office chair today: "I'm situating myself." He pronounced "situating" very carefully, one syllable at a time.

Seriously, how many kids use words like "awakened" and "situating" before age 3? At this rate, he'll be talking like China Miéville by the time he's in middle school. Except hopefully with fewer really disturbing metaphors.

Speaking of mothers and grandmothers (and bears, oh my), I am really hoping to be able to take him to visit my grandmother sometime this year, because she's never met him, and she's in her 90s so I don't know how much longer she'll be with us. Also, up north to visit my mother and stepfather - there's less time pressure on that one, but it would probably be the easier of the two visits to arrange. My grandmother's in the US and I'm not sure what sort of documentation I'd need to cross the border with the Cub, particularly given the whole not-actually-a-legal-parent thing.

I've talked to him about both ideas, and he seems to be all in favour, but given that he's never yet had even an overnight visit away from home, I don't know how well he'd handle it in practice. Well, chances are he'll have his first overnight visit with me soon, while his new sibling's being born, so I'll guess we'll see how that goes first.
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
These are all from today:
  1. Fishing for sushi )

  2. Urban planning, toddler-style )

  3. Lynxcub, junior Cthulhu cultist )
misslynx: (Default)
...And neither do I, really. But this video is possibly the most entertainingly random thing I have ever found on the Toronto Star web site:

misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
It's been a while since I posted an Aidan cuteness report. So here are a few of the latest gems...
  1. When I picked him up today, I had Kiska with me, and when we got back to my building, I took her harness and leash off as I usually do. As she bounded up the stairs, Aidan exclaimed happily "Kiska's free!" and then, a moment later, he added with a giggle: "Kiska's naked!"

    Er... for a given value of naked, I suppose. Not sure why her harness constitutes clothing and her collar doesn't, but I was too busy laughing to try and figure out the logic.

  2. And speaking of Kiska, here's one from earlier in the fall that I don't think I got around to posting at the time. We (me and Aidan and Kiska) were at the park, and Aidan had picked up a chunk of wood that he solemnly informed me was a spaceship. I asked him where it was going to fly to. "To the stars!" he exclaimed happily.

    "Really?" I asked. "What's it going to find out there?"

    He thought for a minute, and then added, in a tone that suggested he was explaining to a slow learner, "Stars!"

    "Does anything live out there? Will it find anything out among the stars, or on other planets?"

    He pondered this for a while, with a look of great concentration, and then his face lit up with a huge smile, and he shouted out "Cars an' bikes an' amb'lances an' fire trucks an' KISKAS!!!!"

  3. Twice now, when I've been trying to get him dressed to go outside and he's been resisting - particularly having his boots put on -- I've tried to tell him that he needs them on before going outside or his feet will freeze, and in response he's wailed "But I WANT my feet to freeze!"

  4. I thought I'd posted this one, but I just looked back through my recent entries and didn't spot it, so maybe I just told a few people: a while back, my dad happened to call when Aidan was here, and when Aidan found out it was "Granddad" on the phone, he wanted to talk to him. So I held out the phone to Aidan as I usually do when he's going to talk to someone, since he can't always be relied on to hold it in the right position to be audible if he holds it himself. But after a moment, he took the phone and pushed my hand away, saying in exactly the same patient-but-annoyed tone that adults often tend to use with toddlers who are doing something annoying: "Muime* can let go of the phone now. Aidan is trying to answer Granddad!"

  5. One of the books he's been enjoying lately is Angela's Airplane, by Robert Munsch. On the first page, it tells how the title character went to an airport with her father, but "something terrible happened - Angela's father got lost." So tonight, when he climbed into my lap to have me read that book to him, as soon as I opened it and before I'd even started reading, he cried out gleefully "Somethin' terr'ble happens!" He sounded so happy about that...

  6. Last but not least, earlier this evening he unplugged the power adapter from my old laptop and pointed at the screen, moving it around slowly with a look of great concentration, as if tracing a pattern. When I asked what he was doing, he said "I'm spraying paint. With a saxophone."

    I know where the spraying paint part came from - I had to explain to him what an airbrush was, because one of the library books I currently have out for him shows someone using one. And he got to see a saxophone at Ellington's last week. But how the two merged into one, I am not sure. It made for a pretty interesting visual in my mind, though.

Anyway, I think that's enough for now...

. . .

* Pronounced "mwee-va", it's an Old Irish word for foster mother, and it's what we decided to have Aidan call me to get around the two-moms terminology issue. Anyone who regularly reads my LJ knows that, but I figured I'd explain it in case anyone was new.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
So, for some while now there has periodically been a bit of water leaking through my bathroom ceiling, usually when the upstairs neighbours are taking a bath or shower. It was one of those things I kept meaning to tell the landlord about, but not quite getting around to, between work, out of town guests, getting sick, etc. But recently I noticed that a big puddle of water had started to collect in the plastic cover of the fluorescent light fixture (it has one of those big rectangular fluorescent panels on the ceiling like you see in offices). This struck me as a Bad Thing, so I did tell the landlord, on Friday, and he said he would get someone to have a look at it.

However, just over the course of the weekend, it was clearly getting worse, with the plastic cover beginning to warp and bow down in the middle, and an ever-growing puddle of nasty-looking water collecting. More than once I contemplated trying to see if I could tip the water out somehow, but I couldn't think of a way to do it that wouldn't be likely to result in scummy water splashing all over me and the entire bathroom. I also contemplated removing everything from the bathroom that I wouldn't want splattered with scummy water, in case it came down by itself, but it seemed like a lot of work, and I was still low on energy from being sick, so instead I hoped that it would hold up until someone came to fix it.

Judging from the title of this post, you can guess whether that hope was justified.

The sordid details, with bonus Lynxcub cuteness )
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
From [livejournal.com profile] necronomiphiles:

That reminds me that I really, really, really want to get this for Aidan. Well, theoretically for Aidan. Undoubtedly at least partly for me. But some of the reviewers say their kids liked it too, and it would have been great for the junior Cthulhu cultist costume I briefly considered dressing him in this past Halloween.
misslynx: (Small Manageable Goats)
Tonight when I went to pick up The Smallest, it was fairly cold out, and Kettu and I were talking about whether he needed to wear a winter coat as we got him dressed to go out.

In what seemed like a typically toddler-random fashion, he suddenly pointed up at the stuffed goat I'd given Kettu for a Christmas present the year before his birth (part of the ongoing Small Manageable Goats theme), and said "Use dat?"

We told him that he didn't need to play with the goat right now, he needed to finish getting dressed to go out.

He looked from Kettu to me with an expression that clearly said that this was one of those occasions when adults were just being dense and not understanding the obvious, and pointed up at the goat again, saying emphatically "Winter goat!"

Clearly, he has inherited a touch of his mama's gift for finding goats in unexpected contexts.


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