Master(s) of the house

When 3B was an infant and toddler, Mama and I paid acute attention to every detail of his development. I noted here in this blog each breath, blink and step, it seems, complete with 8 x 10 glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one…or at least a video.

Jewel is, of course, the second child, which means that we check once or twice a day to ensure she’s still breathing, only really look at her eyes if she’s got a raging case of conjunctivitis, and have recently noticed that she can now beat us down the hallway to the elevator, so we suppose she’s walking. Or something.

What fascinated me about 3B is that, despite all of our careful attention to each detail, he learned to do everything on his own. Sure, we talked to him, but we didn’t formally teach him to shape sounds and words–he sorted that out on his own. Same with walking–he saw us walking, and we would hold his hands for him to pull up on and cruise around with, but he sorted out all of the falling and catching that walking entails on his own.

With Jewel, the learning seems even more miraculous, since we’re often not even talking directly to her, but rather her brother, who’s chatty enough that he could occupy all 535 members of Congress with conversation–and other antics–simultaneously. Don’t be surprised if her first words are, “That’s a time out.” And we certainly weren’t available as often as she wanted to offer support for walking, but now she’s literally off and running.

And while 3B, thanks to our constant reading of books, loves nothing more than to while away the day lost in stories–mostly books, but TV will fill in if we’re otherwise occupied–Jewel never had that undivided attention. But she took that not as a loss, but as a gain, content to while away the day figuring out one system after another. She’s pretty much mastered most buckles around the house and is able to easily latch or unlatch them. And it’s her little hands and mind that childproof caps were made for, since screw tops are yesterday’s news to our toddler.

The TV remotes remain, of course, the holy grail.

Having just upgraded our Dish to HD, Mama and I are still figuring out the remotes and interface, so perhaps we would do well to give them to her and her brother. She could sort them out and dictate for him to write down how they work and give us instructions we can understand.

You know, a stack of 8 x 10 glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one…or at least a video.


Papa Bradstein is going to post a stack of 8 x 10 glossy photos as updates on his ride.

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  • The Remote Control, being a Holy Grail, means that once she can work it, she will start hiding it so no one else can get their hands on it.

    I know I spend more time looking for the RC than actually using it. But I can not change channels without it, and I can't even buy a store model that will work on the Cable box.