So I’m coming to terms with the fact that neither of our children will end up being those quiet, thoughtful types. Too soon to tell, you say? Um, I’m not so sure.
Olivia has always been a
bit of a drop down, in your face firecracker. She has charm and knows how to use it. She has energy that starts pumping through her veins the minute her eyes pop open. She could run circles around the Energizer Bunny. She has, like, a nano second, in the morning where she’s not sure about what’s going on and needs to stop and take everything in. And then she’ll run down the hall or jump on our bed and be all in for the day. And she doesn’t ever stop moving. And if she is forced to stop moving, like right now because she’s getting her hair braided, she will still be twitching. And with the twitching and movements there is an accompanying sound track. For every waking minute that Olivia is up during the day there is a level of noise that follows her. She will be singing any random assortment of songs. Some are real. Some are new because she’s making them up as she goes. If she’s not singing in English or Creole she will be singing in her own made up language. All. the. time. And when she’s not singing, she is talking. Asking questions and telling stories. A lot of the time lately, it’s not even to anyone in particular. I guess we should all just be listening to her all the time because we’re simply breathing the same air.
When Olivia was old enough to start moving on her own Yonese gave her a nom jouet – a nick name – that to this day still so aptly describes her that I think maybe we should do an official name change. Ti siklon. Little cyclone. Little Cyclone Rolling. I think it could work.
I will admit, I used to wonder why my mom had a no singing at the table rule when we were kids. Now, now I totally get it, and I will admit that this rule has recently put into play in the Rolling household. Because our sanity was at risk.
Now, one loud, constantly moving child, is a lot to absorb in any given day. Two though?
Alex, in the last couple weeks started crawling.
Awwwww, isn’t that sweet and amazing???
Yes, it is, isn’t it!!
The thing is, he started crawling and a couple days after he figured he could actually go places, it wasn’t enough. Ooooh noooo. In a period of three days he went from crawling to pulling himself up to cruising along the furniture.
Yes, you read that right.
He was 7.5 months old at the time. That same week we went to visit a friends clinic where they had a visiting medical team. The pediatrician in the group weighed Alex for us (because while I love Chris’ method of holding him on the scale, I like a more accurate count every once in a while) and he dinged in at a whopping 23 lbs, 3.5 oz. Yeah, nice. Then I told the doc what he had been working on over the last few days. His response was, “He’s how old?” When I told him it was one of those open mouth moments, and then all he could say was, “Um, that’s really early. You have fun with that.” And then he followed that up with muttering something about how his parents had put a screen door over the top of his crib to keep him in once he figured out how to climb out. Subtle advice, maybe?
So now Alex is on the move. And just because that wouldn’t be enough, he has also gotten a lot more vocal recently. Our little bald alarm clock may go off anywhere between 4:30 and 5:30 am. My *favorite* is the earlier of the two because he’ll cry until I come to him, then he, standing in his crib of course, nuzzles into my stomach until I pick him up. Onto the change table he goes. You would think that just waking up might cause a period of doziness. That would be nice. What actually happens is that he’ll lay there for a minute, rub his eyes, and then start using one of his favorite new sounds.
“BA BA BA BA BA BA BA”
Very loud. At 4:30 in the morning.
And this is where I’m thankful that his sister burns so much energy during the day that she sleeps like the dead. Because two awake children at 4:30 am is more than I can do.
And because he has had a good teacher, this is where the noise begins. And it goes on all day long. It may be a combination of BA BA BA BA BA’s and screeches because he doesn’t know any words. It may be squealing for attention because he want’s to be picked up, or like right now, frustration because he threw his sippy cup on the floor. His other favorite word is “AH DEH!” which gets used for almost everything.
Just so you know, there are good sounds too.
The sounds that come from my kids when they are playing together. When they are totally absorbed in each other. Olivia can make Alex laugh in a way that no one else can. She is patient enough to play with him, even though he can’t quite meet her level yet. They have all sorts of games…
The other day they started a game of “chase”. Imagine if you will the whirling dervish we know as Olivia, running around the house. She would run in the room where Alex was, he would get excited, she would run down the hall. He would try to speedily crawl after her. He would get a couple feet. She would run back in the room. Rinse. Repeat.
Yesterday Olivia invented a new game we’re calling “See if I can just scare him enough to get a reaction but not make him cry.” Alex was sitting on the floor in the living room. She was across the room. He would look at her. She would look at him. She would slowly hunker down, then all of the sudden lunge at him and growl. He would start. His arms would start flapping like he was trying to fly away. And then he would break out in a fit of giggles. For the record, Alex has the best baby laugh ever. Ever.
We have a Jolly Jumper, which Alex loves so much that when you say “Do you want to jump?” he’ll just start bouncing, wherever he is. Olivia loves to play with him in it. They can get pretty rough, but they both love it. Last week I looked over to see that Alex was jumping and lunging at Olivia, then would grab her and try to maul her with his mouth. Like a cross between licking and chewing on her. She thought this was really funny, so it went on for quite a while and they were happy as little clams.
Sooo, do you want to come over for dinner. Chris and I may be looking like we’re frazzled, exhausted, mentally drained individuals, but the kids will be entertaining.