Stephen's New Word


It sounds a little more like the "caw" noise that a crow makes, albeit quieter and less jarring to the senses. He points at vehicles on the road, in parking lots, or on television, emphatically proclaiming, "caw!" while looking very pleased with himself.

Yes, our boy is well on his way to joining the speaking world. He's got a small parcel of words at his disposal, though they require a little bit of translation every so often. He has words for his mother and I, but he rarely uses them. Also, he seems to have two versions of "no." The first is very definitely "no," perhaps being the first word that's he's uttered that is quite unmistakable.

The second "no" sounds more like "nay," which he repeats endlessly when under duress (such as if he's being chased or tickled by his parents). It is accompanied by much hysterical laughter on his part.

He says "Hastur," though the cat's name is reduced to "Ha-ha" in Stephen-speak. As has been the case since early on in his speech, "ing" is his word for any cat or kitten.

Stephen is familiar with temperature, and is able to express hot and cold by saying, "hah!" and "coh!" like so. When he wants an additional helping of something, he will ask for "moh," typically accompanying his verbal request with his baby hand sign of the same meaning. He also recognizes any structure, no matter how big or small, as a "how" (ie, "house").

Sometimes, he combines gibberish with words into scentences. The other day, it sounded something like, "Blah blah Ha-ha blah!" This was obviously something to do with Ha-ha (ie, Hastur), but we don't have a clue what he was saying.

I was worried for the longest time, because the boy wasn't talking very much (if at all) around the time of his 18 month check-up. Right now, it's almost like we have a new word every day. It's delightful.

As far as the new baby is concerned, she's growing ever larger and her mother is becoming ever more uncomfortable as the unborn burden's mass increases. Lots of kicking going on in there, too. We'd taken to pointing to Amy's tummy and telling Stephen, "There's a baby in there." He's got his wires crossed, though, because when we ask him where the baby is, he now points at his own belly.

What a wierdo.


We Have Big News

So, I can hear folks saying...where have you been? Why no updates?

It's been busy, I suppose. Getting back from PA, we had to go back to the business of getting back to our normal lives. Then, there was Halloween. Last year, the boy was pretty oblivious to the holiday. This year, he was totally appreciative of the multitude of candles that his mother lit around the house.

Amy's Jack 'o Lanterns in Action

His grandmother bought him two costumes, seen here. The first is a pterodactyl-like dinosaur. It's a cute costume, but it was a little on the large side.


The second costume is a frog. While it fit somewhat better than the dinosaur, Stephen hated the hood/head of the thing. He tolerated it for a few photos, and I drove him over to his grandma's so that Uncle Jimmy could take him to a couple of houses for treats. I guess the experience was somewhat unsettling, because Stephen was only able to tolerate two houses before he declared that he wanted to go back to grandma's.

Look out! It's Frog Boy!

Back home, Amy was all ready to give out treats to little ghosts and goblins. Only thing was, we didn't get a single trick or treater. Not one. Since we moved into this apartment (many, many years ago), the number of little ghosts and goblins has steadily decreased each Halloween. Still, I think this was the first time we didn't get a single hit.

Stephen Admires the Goodies at It's A Grind

So Halloween is behind us, but that isn't the big news I mentioned in the title of this entry. The big news is that we've got a second child on the way, due to arrive in March. We've also learned that the newest member of our family is going to be a little girl. Stephen is going to be a big brother.

Stephen and Hastur Relax While Watching TV

I don't suppose there's much more to say beyond that. Wish us luck.