This last weekend I went to Midland, Michigan to visit Liam. It was the first time I had seen him since his cast was taken off.
Cast? Oh, I forgot that I hadn't blogged for so long. A few weeks ago at a long awaited family get together, on the first night Liam took a tumble from his high chair and broke his femur. Daniel and Courtney ended up taking him to Pittsburgh to get a cast. Liam is a little trooper and started hooching around oblivious to the cast. It didn't hold him back at all. At any rate, his leg is now healed and he's doing great.
When I picked up Liam, I was shocked at how heavy he was. He was dense, like picking up a bar of lead. We often talk about how big Stanley is (with good reason), but Courtney weighed Liam and he weighs the same as Stanley did at nine months.
Liam is a very happy, pleasant baby. He rarely gets upset about anything.
The Jones's have two cats. One, named Popsy, is very social and sometimes acts more like a dog than a cat. The other one, named Spooky (they call her Blackus) has always been very shy and hides alot. The odd thing is that Blackus loves Liam. She comes out to see him when he plays on the floor, and doesn't seem to mind at all when he grabs her fur. Courtney calls her "Mother Blackus".
Thursday, February 24, 2022
Stanley- One Year Old
Stanley is huge. Then again, he's always been huge.
He's a very sweet tempered boy, and has the temperment of his Uncle Kurt (known by the Biem kids as "Peepoh" for unknown reasons).
Lately, Stanley has really been coming in to his own. He adds a new word to his vocabulary every hour or two. Last night I heard him say "down", "train" and many other words for the first time. When he doesn't know the words, he looks at his Mom or Dad and jabbers at them in great earnest trying to communicate, as is he was just hoping to find the right sound. I'm pretty sure he thinks this works, because his parents always end up doing what he wants.
The poor boy seems to have inherited my crazy hair. Last night Katie hadn't combed it down carefully and it was going everywhere, just like mine.
Stanley loves his kitty, a Siamese cat named Kiwi. He chases her around and likes to pet her, but she doesn't appreciate it when he clutches a handful of fur and has scratched him a little on occassion--- not that this bothers Stanley at al. He also loves Mocha, although both kids hate it when Mocha "wags" them and they get his by his huge hairy Golden tail. Last night, Stanley discovered that Mocha loves to play ball. He would go find the ball and hand it to Mocha who, in true Golden Retriever style would take the ball from Stanley very, very gently. Eventually Mocha would forget the ball and leave it somewhere, and Stanley would go get it and bring it to him again. In this way, the effectively played "fetch" in reverse.
He's a very sweet tempered boy, and has the temperment of his Uncle Kurt (known by the Biem kids as "Peepoh" for unknown reasons).
Lately, Stanley has really been coming in to his own. He adds a new word to his vocabulary every hour or two. Last night I heard him say "down", "train" and many other words for the first time. When he doesn't know the words, he looks at his Mom or Dad and jabbers at them in great earnest trying to communicate, as is he was just hoping to find the right sound. I'm pretty sure he thinks this works, because his parents always end up doing what he wants.
The poor boy seems to have inherited my crazy hair. Last night Katie hadn't combed it down carefully and it was going everywhere, just like mine.
Stanley loves his kitty, a Siamese cat named Kiwi. He chases her around and likes to pet her, but she doesn't appreciate it when he clutches a handful of fur and has scratched him a little on occassion--- not that this bothers Stanley at al. He also loves Mocha, although both kids hate it when Mocha "wags" them and they get his by his huge hairy Golden tail. Last night, Stanley discovered that Mocha loves to play ball. He would go find the ball and hand it to Mocha who, in true Golden Retriever style would take the ball from Stanley very, very gently. Eventually Mocha would forget the ball and leave it somewhere, and Stanley would go get it and bring it to him again. In this way, the effectively played "fetch" in reverse.
Lyla- almost two years old
Lyla is a very sweet and smart little girl. Last night I went to Katie and Mark's house for dinner (which I often do when Gaga is working), and Lyla was very excited because she was going to Froggy with her Dad after dinner. They share a sweet tooth and love little treats. Froggy, btw, is a yogurt place in Altoona. Last night when I came in she was pretending to be an orange kitten named Sweetie Pie.
She enjoys naming things lately. This afternoon she found a ladybug in the house and named it "Odee Pineapple".
Lyla calls me "Pop Pop" and I have to say I like it quite a bit. Stanley is starting to copy her, and we'll see if Liam calls me that or something else. Lately she's taken to calling Kris "Gaga Bee", which Kris likes quite a bit. We'll see if it sticks.
Lyla is very advanced in her language. Her vocabulary is very good, and her complex sentence structure in phenomenal. She's probably good at talking because she does it constantly. Even playing alone she talks constantly narrating everything she's doing. Even when she's in the bathroom pooping she talks non-stop.
Yesterday I went over to Mark and Katie's to visit, and it was an unusually warm, pleasant February day. Lyla spent most of the day outside and loved it. When I arrived Lyla informed me I needed to "splash in the mud by the butt hole tree". There was a little mud by a an old tree with a little hole near the base, and we enjoyed leaving our footprints.
She enjoys naming things lately. This afternoon she found a ladybug in the house and named it "Odee Pineapple".
Lyla calls me "Pop Pop" and I have to say I like it quite a bit. Stanley is starting to copy her, and we'll see if Liam calls me that or something else. Lately she's taken to calling Kris "Gaga Bee", which Kris likes quite a bit. We'll see if it sticks.
Lyla is very advanced in her language. Her vocabulary is very good, and her complex sentence structure in phenomenal. She's probably good at talking because she does it constantly. Even playing alone she talks constantly narrating everything she's doing. Even when she's in the bathroom pooping she talks non-stop.
Yesterday I went over to Mark and Katie's to visit, and it was an unusually warm, pleasant February day. Lyla spent most of the day outside and loved it. When I arrived Lyla informed me I needed to "splash in the mud by the butt hole tree". There was a little mud by a an old tree with a little hole near the base, and we enjoyed leaving our footprints.
Bad Pop Pop
Well, I've been a bad Pop Pop and haven't been blogging about my perfect Grandkids. I'll try to catch up one by one in the next few posts and add some super cute pictures.
Apologies,
Bad Pop Pop
Apologies,
Bad Pop Pop
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