3 a.m. this morning
The air is cool and misty. A calming change from the daytime heat we’ve been experiencing in the city.
The boy is in the stroller as we walk around the neighborhood. Him – insistent on going outside, on going to the playground. Me – hopeful that a short walk will put him out.
The buildings are asleep. The cars are a sleep. ‘Mini Cooper is asleep,’ he chirps. ‘Yes, that too.’ Babcia and dziadzia are asleep. Grandpa is asleep. Vujek Ryan is asleep. Ciocia Max is asleep. Everyone is a sleep. All your friends are sleep and their parents are asleep. Look, the playground is asleep. The park is asleep too.
He still has energy – he’s alert, observant, and occasionally chatty.
Let’s go see if the other playground is asleep too. On the way there it occurs to me that I could not pull this off if we lived further downtown. Too many things would still be awake there. The other playground is indeed asleep. Back towards home.
‘Wait,’ he says, ‘a little more.’ Down the short hill to see the bridge. ‘Even the bridge is asleep,’ I tell him. Though there are quite a number of trucks going west to New Jersey, going east to the Bronx.
Back home. He is still awake. I am exhausted, but he is awake.
Ever since we got Alison Jay’s ABC book, Jake gets really excited about balloons. So last weekend we enjoyed Fathers’ Day Quechee Balloon Festival in Vermont, staying at the beautiful Quechee Inn. The balloons were really breathtaking – nearly twenty balloons took off at six each morning and evening (neither D or I took a ride – maybe next time). We also visited the nearby town of Woodstock, the Quechee Gorge, Amherst MA (which happened to be having a food festival) and Hampshire College (since Amherst was on the way home and D had never seen my alma mater).
Click the image to see lots of pictures from the weekend.
At some point soon, I’ll be posting images from the past 3 months.
In the last post, I mentioned Jake’s generic word for mechanical vehicles, locopati (which does not include: cars, which are auto or, with proper Boston accent, caah; buses which are autobus or schoolbus; backhoe, which is koparka; and only just recently, airplane). Hear the boy speak his word of mystery.
Spring is here (and it’s almost hockey playoff time)!
Every day Jake is more boy and less baby. He’s really got the hang of walking and moving on to throwing, running, jumping, and climbing (still no major spills yet but I’m sure they’re coming). He’s also very chatty. It’s a bit of a Polish/English mix – some of his favorites: lampa (Polish for lamp), locopati (mechanical things like trains, airplanes and helicopters), lapu (laptop – he already has his dad’s technojoy), acobaco (a disjointed version of avocado), up (though he thinks that up means up and up also means down), ball (he also understands the Polish, piłka), apple, ahbeeseh (ABC as a Polish and English mish-mash), autobus and schoolbus (complete with the hissing noise NYC buses make when they open their doors), koparka (backhoe – a favorite in picture books and he’s very good at finding them on the street). We also seem to be quite the disciplinarians in his eyes because he’ll launch into little conversations with himself – blah blah blah no blah no blah blah blah no blah blah no.
Jolly Jake is a year-and-a-half.
So, we had a little winter break. But now that spring is here, how about a return to monthly posts, yeah?
To catch up, a recap of missed months (click each photo to see the whole set)
December (month 15) had a trip to Philadelphia to see their Children’s Museum and visit my friend Gordon. My parents and brother came to visit during the holidays. January (month 16) had a trip to the Museum of Natural History. February (month 17) was full of play.
Back to Boston (you’re my home) for Thanksgiving.
A trip to their Children’s Museum, some walking around the city (the North End and Chinatown), a Bruins game, the Museum of Fine Arts, and a ridiculous 6hr drive home in nasty rain and post-holiday traffic (for what is ordinarily a 3½hr ride).
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We began Jake’s 14th month with another hike in Harriman State Park (this time starting, after a lengthy, and ultimately fruitless search for the Suffern-Bear Mountain trailhead, from Kakiat County Park and walking to Grandma & Grandpa Rocks).
On the November 1st, we watched the NYC Marathon from our favorite spot just past mile 20, where the runners come back into Manhattan over the Madison Ave Bridge.
On November 4th, we celebrated America’s return to sanity.
Later in November, Jake’s aunt came to town and she and Dorota took Jake to the Children’s Museum.
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