The Zog Blog

I don’t let Jacob watch much television, but lately he has been requesting Sesame Street. Watching it is a really neat trip down memory lane. They still use some of the little shorts from when I was a kid! (Although the ones I recognize are invariably pocked with film-marks and scratchy.) Cookie monster liking carrots isn’t as bad as I feared, and Oscar is still Oscar. Jacob is fascinated by the letters and the numbers. He’s clearly trying to figure out how to read, write, and count. (Of course, he’s light-years away from any of them. But it’s so much fun to watch the wheels turning.)

I’m sorry I haven’t posted much recently, we’re just having too much fun I guess. Here’s a general baby-update: Jacob is more of a little boy every day, and the first year is slinking into hazy sleep-deprived long-term memory. He feeds himself with spoons and forks, can drink from an adult glass under supervision, and loves to draw. The other day, he drew a few little squiggles and pointed at one of them, and said “Da da”. So I asked what the other one was, and he pointed at me! And then he informed me that the little one (I kid you not) was “Yaycuh”. I almost died.

He’s still kind of half-and-half with actually saying “Ma ma”, although he clearly knows who I am (and where my eyes, ears, nose, hair, etc. are). We’ve been waiting for him to talk for ages, it seems. But it looks like he’s going to follow the path that our friend Stacy followed, and simply wait until he can speak in complete sentences. The other day, out of the blue, as he was going down the stairs he beamed up at me, and said “Jacob go down!”.

On nice days, which we’re having a lot of lately, we like to go to this awesome playground with a fenced-in toddler area.

There are lots of places to climb, and music chimes to ring.

And stairs to climb down ALL BY HIMSELF, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

And yesterday, when he decided he’d had enough, and wanted to run around on the soccer field, he figured out that he could squeeze himself right through the grates in the fence.

God help us.

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