A little felt, a little creativity, and pretty soon Wendy is planting flowers on the island of Sodor, and a pig, a duck, and a cow are all swimming in the pond. A great time was had by all…

Who says we don’t have a train table

One of my favorite things these days is watching Ian use his growing imagination. Here are a couple of examples:

Daddy: (spells out “iAN” on the magnet board.)Hey, what’s this?
Ian: That’s Ian. (emphatically.)
Daddy: Very Good!
Mommy: Holy crap, did he just read his name? Or did you tell him what it was?
Daddy: No, I didn’t tell him, he recognized it on his own.
Mommy: (Calls Raba, updates Facebook, wigs out a bit about how grown up her baby is.)

I haven’t been trying to get him to recognize his name, although a couple of weeks ago he did see it in print and ask me, “What’s that?” I’m just constantly surprised by how much he absorbs and retains, especially when the intake is so separated from the playback. This age is so amazing!

The little dude has recently decided that the plural of “hug” is “hugses.” I think we should declare it standard English so he never has to stop saying it.

This week Ian is trying to integrate the pronouns him/her and he/she into his vocabulary. This excites mommy for some reason… but Ian is mostly excited about the TRAINS in Raba’s basement…

What have I been knitting, you ask? How kind of you to wonder. Why, one of Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Moebius cowls in some yummy alpaca! Perfect for mommy because there are no hard edges to get in the way at snuggle time, it’s warm and soft and best of all, no loose ends to tug it off with.