- Mama 2. Grandma3. (I assume he says dad, but don’t actually know…)4. Kitty5. Cat6. Puppy7. Dog8. Bird9. Duck10. Boob11. Mud12. Mess13. Dirt14. Pee pee15. Poop16. Bath17. Toothpaste18. Toothbrush19. Towel20. Plug21. Color22. Red23. Green24. Blue25. White26. Black27. Yellow28. Purple29. Pink30. Car31. Truck32. Bike33. Trash truck34. Fire truck35. Swiffer36. Ball37. Giraffe38. Monkey39. Tail40. Pillow41. No42. Up43. Down44. On45. Off46. Light47. Coffee48. Tea49. Water50. Juice51. Milk52. Cookie53. Cake54. Apple55. Banana56. Peach57. Cracker58. Fishies59. Cup60. Laptop61. Ipod62. Phone63. Ice cream cone64. Tomato65. Bread66. Block67. Train68. Book69. My book70. Keys71. Baby72. Pumpkin73. Bug74. Leaf75. Flower76. Rose77. Lily78. Bee79. Moon80. Sun81. Sheep82. Bunny83. Owl84. Star85. Hat86. Money87. Ghost88. Pizza89. Peas90. Frog91. Doughnut92. Shoes93. Eye94. Ear95. Nose96. Mouth97. Hair98. Forehead99. Chin100. Mole101. Arm102. Knee103. Eyebrow104. Glasses105. Face106. Foot107. Toes108. Belly109. Cheek110. Boots111. Vacuum112. Broom113. Boom114. Highchair115. Blanket116. Berries117. Toast118. Potty119. Soap120. Bye121. Knife122. Fork123. Spoon124. Mush125. Plant126. Drill127. Hammer128. Camel129. Lion130. Bear131. Horse132. Grape133. Cheese134. Potato135. Green bean136. Airplane137. Chicken138. Pig139. Goat140. Cow141. Tractor142. Boat143. Rock144. Doll145. Robot146. Man147. Chip148. Broccoli149. Tree150. Pretty151. Bead152. Goose153. Lizard154. Tiger155. River156. Sky157. Rain158. Thunder159. House160. Park161. Powder162. Diaper163. Wipe164. Door165. Gate166. Grass167. Hot168. Bubble169. Pool170. Gun171. Balloon172. Hey/hi173. Meow174. Wall175. Stick176. Fan177. Bracelet178. Owe179. Mop180. Clean181. Dance182. Stinky183. Ruff ruff ruff184. Neck185. Elbow186. Armpit187. Girls188. Nice189. Pet190. Cat fur191. Pen192. Wolf193. Egg194. Meat195. Box196. Straw197. Tv198. Bib199. Dip200. Ketchup201. Open202. Shoes203. Out
Spanish words –1. Pez (fish)2. Agua (water)
Names –1. Veronica (caca)2. Bettye3. Taylor (tay)
Showing posts with label development. Show all posts
Showing posts with label development. Show all posts
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Oliver's Word List
A 17-month old Oliver can say:
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Something I read a little bit ago...and some other stuff.
I became a 'fan' of the Coffee Party Movement on Facebook a while back...and have been pleasantly surprised by the content of the posts. While I fully admit to being a bleeding-heart liberal, I often become a little nauseated by the incessant bitching of my contemporaries. I'm more of a "Freedom and equality for all, peace, love, happiness, etc...but please leave me the hell alone" kinda liberal, I guess. Anyway, a post came up a little bit ago that I really liked.
"Imagine if we had policies and laws that prioritized happiness and well-being over productivity and profit. Consider that the Declaration of Independence mentions the right to the pursuit of happiness, not the pursuit of profit."
So...Imagine that. Imagine 1 year paid maternity (and paternity) leave! Forced vacations. Less talk in the media about The War On....something... and more talk positive things happening to people. Less focus on dollar signs and more and passions. How many people would REALLY be doing what they're currently doing if money weren't a consideration? I know that since having my kid, I've been more inclined to look for and apply to jobs at soulless corporations that pay well but would leave me emotionally crippled. Wouldn't it be nice if the focus was on real, individual people instead of assets and earnings?
In other news, I FINALLY have a job interview! :) I am very VERY excited!!! It isn't at one of those soulless companies, either. It's at the local behavioral health facility... even though I don't believe I'd be doing much direct interaction with clients, at least at the end of the day I'll still feel like I was a part of something worthwhile. The pay is about half of what I'm worth, but right now I'm focusing on what'll be close to home and give me the most possible time with my kid. Childcare will still be a bit complicated, as will transportation...but I'm sure that everything will come together when it's right.
The most difficult thing about potentially rejoining the workforce actually has nothing at all to do with working. I quite like having a job and interacting with people. I'm just not looking forward to spending any amount of time away from my son. It isn't that I don't trust the people who'll be watching him... it's just that I've been here every single day for nearly 16 months...watching every bit of development as it happens... I am going to miss so much. I just have to remind myself that by going to work, I'll be putting him in a position to develop further providing him the means to do so....it just breaks my heart knowing I won't be there for everything anymore :( Where oh where is my winning lottery ticket?!
Back to the first point... if money weren't a consideration, I'd be an artist and a writer...and I'd have a few more kids... and I'd just stay home all day completely indulging my kids. It'd be awesome.
Oliver is a pretty loquacious little thing lately. He's learned to say 'butt'...and does so while smacking people in the butt. It seems that he's trying to form sentences, and come up with the proper names for things. He saw a trash truck the other morning and said 'trash truck car' (tra tru cah).
He's still using food to lubricate his fingers so that he can stick them farther up his nose.
He's also a total little lover. I worried what he'd be like with little babies because...they're little...and he's not exactly gentle with the cat. I found out over the weekend, though. One day we went to visit a little boy who is 8 months old, and Oliver was a big helper baby. He tried to pick the younger boy up and tried to help him walk. His efforts usually ended with both babies falling over, but it was pretty cute. It was also a nice realization that my kid likes littler kids. The next day we went to visit an old friend from high school who recently had a baby girl. Oliver was smitten. I held the 1-month old beautiful baby girl...and Oliver kissed her over and over and over. It was absolutely precious.
Anyway.... this is taking a very long time... and I'd rather be watching Oliver eat a plout.
"Imagine if we had policies and laws that prioritized happiness and well-being over productivity and profit. Consider that the Declaration of Independence mentions the right to the pursuit of happiness, not the pursuit of profit."
So...Imagine that. Imagine 1 year paid maternity (and paternity) leave! Forced vacations. Less talk in the media about The War On....something... and more talk positive things happening to people. Less focus on dollar signs and more and passions. How many people would REALLY be doing what they're currently doing if money weren't a consideration? I know that since having my kid, I've been more inclined to look for and apply to jobs at soulless corporations that pay well but would leave me emotionally crippled. Wouldn't it be nice if the focus was on real, individual people instead of assets and earnings?
In other news, I FINALLY have a job interview! :) I am very VERY excited!!! It isn't at one of those soulless companies, either. It's at the local behavioral health facility... even though I don't believe I'd be doing much direct interaction with clients, at least at the end of the day I'll still feel like I was a part of something worthwhile. The pay is about half of what I'm worth, but right now I'm focusing on what'll be close to home and give me the most possible time with my kid. Childcare will still be a bit complicated, as will transportation...but I'm sure that everything will come together when it's right.
The most difficult thing about potentially rejoining the workforce actually has nothing at all to do with working. I quite like having a job and interacting with people. I'm just not looking forward to spending any amount of time away from my son. It isn't that I don't trust the people who'll be watching him... it's just that I've been here every single day for nearly 16 months...watching every bit of development as it happens... I am going to miss so much. I just have to remind myself that by going to work, I'll be putting him in a position to develop further providing him the means to do so....it just breaks my heart knowing I won't be there for everything anymore :( Where oh where is my winning lottery ticket?!
Back to the first point... if money weren't a consideration, I'd be an artist and a writer...and I'd have a few more kids... and I'd just stay home all day completely indulging my kids. It'd be awesome.
Oliver is a pretty loquacious little thing lately. He's learned to say 'butt'...and does so while smacking people in the butt. It seems that he's trying to form sentences, and come up with the proper names for things. He saw a trash truck the other morning and said 'trash truck car' (tra tru cah).
He's still using food to lubricate his fingers so that he can stick them farther up his nose.
He's also a total little lover. I worried what he'd be like with little babies because...they're little...and he's not exactly gentle with the cat. I found out over the weekend, though. One day we went to visit a little boy who is 8 months old, and Oliver was a big helper baby. He tried to pick the younger boy up and tried to help him walk. His efforts usually ended with both babies falling over, but it was pretty cute. It was also a nice realization that my kid likes littler kids. The next day we went to visit an old friend from high school who recently had a baby girl. Oliver was smitten. I held the 1-month old beautiful baby girl...and Oliver kissed her over and over and over. It was absolutely precious.
Anyway.... this is taking a very long time... and I'd rather be watching Oliver eat a plout.
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