Showing posts with label Windham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Windham. Show all posts
Friday, October 1, 2010
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Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
From the Mixed-Up Files of one Windham Porter Holliman
as told by his other mommy:
I am putting Windham to bed tonight. The following conversation ensues. We have just returned from the playground playing with neighbor kids, trying to wear them out to go to bed without fuss. Harps is asleep. Windham, at 9, is still awake and thinking, a lot. While I rock him and he is drinking his milk, he begins:
W: Wanna make a fire.
M: Inside? We can’t make a fire inside.
W: Yeah, make a fire inside.
M: No fire inside.
W: Wanna make a fire outside, at that house.
I realize he’s remembering the time we stayed at Sharon and Greg Hill’s trailor, had a fire, and made smores, on Whidbey Island. This was MANY months ago, and NOT something we've reminisced about since, at all.
M: You wanna go back to Sharon and Greg’s house, where we had a fire and made smores.
W: Yeah. Wanna bring bags, not all the bags, one plastic bag. Not eat it.
In summary, over the next few minutes, I realize he’s trying to tell me we have to have that plastic bag from Sharon and Greg’s trailor that had the smore makings in it. He knows we don’t need lots of bags, just that one plastic bag with the food in it. To tease him, I don’t guess this just yet.
M: What’s in the plastic bag?
W: Food.
M: What kind of food is in it?
W: Yellow and pink food. (Then he sticks out his tongue and gives me a big happy goofy smile.)
M: You are trying to tell Mommy you want to go camping again and sleep in the tent and make a fire and eat outside.
W: Yeah and eat the food. What’s that food?
M: Marshmallows and graham crackers. They’re called smores. You cooked them with Mommy over the fire, then ate them.
W: Wanna eat ‘dem smores.
M: You like camping?
W: Yeah.
M: Will you wake up in the tent in the nighttime and be scared and scream and cry?
W: No.
More blathering…
W: I can’t step on the rocks?
M: No, you can step on rocks. What do you mean?
W: Fire rocks. I can’t step on fire rocks. (He’s remembering that mamas told him not to walk on the rocks around in or in the firepit.)
M: You can walk on rocks at the beach, or at the park, but not in the fire pit.
W: why?
M: because they’re too hot.
W: Why?
M: because they’ll burn you (anticipating another why) and THAT will HURT.
Moments of quiet thought, then he begins again.
W: I want a little yellow ladder.
M: Why?
W: Harper need a big ladder.
W: Why do you need ladders?
Then he just continued to tell me how he needed a ladder but wouldn’t explain why, then summarized our conversation by throwing his head back with a big ridiculous grin and saying, “Won’t eat the little yellow ladder, or the plastic bag, or the rocks, or the tent….”
My sweet silly boy.
Oh, and the highlight of the day for Windham was when a new friend with a 4 month old was astonished when Windham informed her that her baby doesn’t like the sun, because he was squinting. This was true. But my sweet boy was standing 3 feet below the baby, looking out for the baby's needs.
I am putting Windham to bed tonight. The following conversation ensues. We have just returned from the playground playing with neighbor kids, trying to wear them out to go to bed without fuss. Harps is asleep. Windham, at 9, is still awake and thinking, a lot. While I rock him and he is drinking his milk, he begins:
W: Wanna make a fire.
M: Inside? We can’t make a fire inside.
W: Yeah, make a fire inside.
M: No fire inside.
W: Wanna make a fire outside, at that house.
I realize he’s remembering the time we stayed at Sharon and Greg Hill’s trailor, had a fire, and made smores, on Whidbey Island. This was MANY months ago, and NOT something we've reminisced about since, at all.
M: You wanna go back to Sharon and Greg’s house, where we had a fire and made smores.
W: Yeah. Wanna bring bags, not all the bags, one plastic bag. Not eat it.
In summary, over the next few minutes, I realize he’s trying to tell me we have to have that plastic bag from Sharon and Greg’s trailor that had the smore makings in it. He knows we don’t need lots of bags, just that one plastic bag with the food in it. To tease him, I don’t guess this just yet.
M: What’s in the plastic bag?
W: Food.
M: What kind of food is in it?
W: Yellow and pink food. (Then he sticks out his tongue and gives me a big happy goofy smile.)
M: You are trying to tell Mommy you want to go camping again and sleep in the tent and make a fire and eat outside.
W: Yeah and eat the food. What’s that food?
M: Marshmallows and graham crackers. They’re called smores. You cooked them with Mommy over the fire, then ate them.
W: Wanna eat ‘dem smores.
M: You like camping?
W: Yeah.
M: Will you wake up in the tent in the nighttime and be scared and scream and cry?
W: No.
More blathering…
W: I can’t step on the rocks?
M: No, you can step on rocks. What do you mean?
W: Fire rocks. I can’t step on fire rocks. (He’s remembering that mamas told him not to walk on the rocks around in or in the firepit.)
M: You can walk on rocks at the beach, or at the park, but not in the fire pit.
W: why?
M: because they’re too hot.
W: Why?
M: because they’ll burn you (anticipating another why) and THAT will HURT.
Moments of quiet thought, then he begins again.
W: I want a little yellow ladder.
M: Why?
W: Harper need a big ladder.
W: Why do you need ladders?
Then he just continued to tell me how he needed a ladder but wouldn’t explain why, then summarized our conversation by throwing his head back with a big ridiculous grin and saying, “Won’t eat the little yellow ladder, or the plastic bag, or the rocks, or the tent….”
My sweet silly boy.
Oh, and the highlight of the day for Windham was when a new friend with a 4 month old was astonished when Windham informed her that her baby doesn’t like the sun, because he was squinting. This was true. But my sweet boy was standing 3 feet below the baby, looking out for the baby's needs.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Happy Birthday Big Boy
Today is Windham Porter's 2nd Birthday. Hard to believe it has been 2 years. Last night he was up until 11pm, still wanting to play, jumping around. He must have known he was on the verge of 2 and trying to establish a new bedtime in his older age. Nice try buddy. Also, he is on the verge of sentences. He strings together a few words here and there but he is really ready to articulate. Based on his 1 word directives, we are in for a good time. "Self" "Looka Me" and "Come" are the big three.
So happy birthday WPH. We love you tons.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Doin' Some Business
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The children spent a few days down in Portland with Nana. They had some business to tend to, otherwise it was all party fun time.
Does anyone need a private eye? They work for fishy crackers and milk.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
the little ox eats
Windham has quite a reputation as an eater. For awhile he was known around the 'hood as Foodar. If there was food within' sniffing distance, he would find his way to it. Oh, we feed him. Boy just like to eat.
This little anecdote about sums up his reputation.
This is the story Penny told me about talking to Micah about his upcoming birthday party.
He apparently causes food anxiety among the other neighborhood children.
He has recently decided that he wants to sit in a big boy chair, not in a high chair. He set up shop at the other end of the table from the rest of us and began to eat.
*For the record, Windham did not eat any cake at Micah's birthday party. One donut, no cake.
This little anecdote about sums up his reputation.
This is the story Penny told me about talking to Micah about his upcoming birthday party.
Penny: Micah, can you tell me who is coming to your birthday party?
Micah: Soren, Sophia, Roman, Harper, Windham (starts to cry)
Penny: Why are you crying?
Micah: Windham is going to eat all of my cake.*
He apparently causes food anxiety among the other neighborhood children.
He has recently decided that he wants to sit in a big boy chair, not in a high chair. He set up shop at the other end of the table from the rest of us and began to eat.
*For the record, Windham did not eat any cake at Micah's birthday party. One donut, no cake.
Summer Nights
Windham is quite enamored with this garden gnome. He was carrying it around last night, using it as a phone. Maybe the gnome is speaking to him?
Harper is fishing. See the fish?
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