We returned to Shanahan Ridge for a mama and baby hike today, in spite of the gusting winds. It has been extremely windy all weekend, so we haven't spent much time outside, and this hike was a must. For the first time in six years, these trails seemed somewhat foreign to me. I've run and hiked them hundreds of times since meeting Ben, but the flood changed the landscape some, and my footing was unsteady along the way. My usual landmarks were no more in some places. In the photos, you can see some of the washout left behind after the flood. The new makeshift bridges and scattered stones masked the familiarity of the trails I knew before. But considering the damage the flood caused in some places, I'm thankful these trails are still here. Altered, but not lost. They hold so many memories, and I'm grateful to have them.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Ben had a conference in the Denver Tech Center all weekend, so tonight we got a hotel room nearby and had fun swimming and hot-tubbing with Crystal, Tom and the boys.
Isaac is taking swim lessons, and after his second class, he's already able to doggy paddle around the pool. He still needs to be supported, but he understands the concept of kicking and paddling his arms (and holding his breath as he goes along).
An aside: During Isaac's first parent-tot swim class, Isaac had everything the swim teacher asked of the tots mastered. He could jump into the pool, go underwater, blow bubbles, float on his belly and back, and so on. And if I'm being honest, I'll admit that he was much better than every other kid in the class--he likely should be in the next level up, but he's still too young and small for the instructor-led classes that don't involve a parent. Part of me (the overly-competitive part, I'm sure) wanted to pay for private lessons the next time around, just after the first day of the parent-tot class. I don't want to hold him back! He clearly loves to swim, and he appears to be talented at it already! But then the other part of me (the protective mother side, I'm sure) tells myself I'm being crazy. He will do just fine to stick with the classes as they are meant for the kids. He is still so young and there is plenty of time for him to master his swimming skills, if that's what he loves. Who knows, maybe in a year it will be soccer instead of swimming. Oh god, please don't let it be soccer. I'm not ready to be a soccer mom.
Isaac jumping into the pool.
Daddy and Isaac having so much fun!
Friday, November 15, 2013
Isaac and his beloved "choo-choo twacks."
The day has finally come when Isaac will play by himself for short spurts of time. It's not for very long, but having spent the last two years tending to his every need--which included sitting next to or beneath him while he played--I relish the ten minute intervals he gives me. Peace. Quiet. Well, sometimes it's quiet. Wait, why am I taking photos of him during these precious fleeting minutes?!
And this isn't the only change. There have been quite a few small shifts in Isaac's behavior lately, including the ability to focus longer on one single task. We're moving away from board books now and on to longer children's stories, and he almost always sits through the entire story without losing interest. He also takes his time forming sentences, and he will patiently repeat himself (over and over again) when Ben and I can't understand what he is saying. He's shifted from the painstaking effort to make words come out of his mouth to reflection about what he wants to say, and then speaks more clearly. I am flabbergasted by his vocabulary and language development. And so, so proud.
On the other hand, he is challenging us with his behavior in new ways, too. Now he pretty much refuses or ignores me when I ask him to do anything. Put on my jacket? Nope. I'd rather run away from you, thank you. Pick up that fork I threw? No, thank you. Apologize for hitting? Uh-uh, I'd rather go to timeout.
Challenging. And I know this is just the beginning.
The kid is as smart as a whip, I tell you. He shocked Ben and I when he identified a lot of the shapes on his Sesame Street placemat (Thanks, daycare!), including "oct-gon." And he counts. COUNTS! In true Isaac style, he didn't start counting with one, two, three, but "eight, nine, ten, leven." Identifying colors is lost on Isaac, thus far; everything is green or glue. But we aren't really trying to teach him colors--or shapes, or counting, for that matter. I'm happy he is learning them, but I won't worry if he doesn't learn them all for awhile longer. Imaginary play, discovery, cooking, reading, healthy eating, and regular sleep--these things are what concern me the most.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Isaac loved this fire truck. This was the third time he walked past it and he still couldn't get enough of it.
He stood with his face pressed against the window forever, just staring at the truck saying, "Fire truck!" or "Lights!" over and over again.
We eventually made it to a coffee shop for provisions. Unfortunately our beloved Arches Book Company closed down a couple of years ago, but the coffee shop found a new home inside a weird clothing store just down the street. It doesn't have the same cozy feel, but still has really good coffee.
Isaac found this tree stump cut into what looked like a chair. "Potty," he called it. He sat and as an old man walked past and asked him about his seat, Isaac announced, "I pooped!"
Ah, this kid.