Friday, February 25, 2011

I'm not a bad boy

Annette overheard Samuel telling Joshua this morning:
"Here's your boots Joshua. See Joshua, I'm not a bad boy. I help you"



Saturday, February 19, 2011

Not fluent yet

I've been trying to teach the boys some Mandarin, and hope Joshua will enroll in the new Chinese immersion school in Cambridge.
I prompted Samuel the other morning, "Say 'hello to Carmen [our baby-sitter] in Chinese.'"
So Samuel says, "Hello to Carmen in Chinese!"
Not fluent yet



Monday, February 7, 2011

First Monday back

Mondays are usually the days I spend with Samuel and today was our first since getting back from Hawaii.
In the morning, I watched in amazement as Samuel was navigating around my iPad. He intuitively knows how to navigate via tapping and swiping his finger. (He also tried this on a big video advertisement at the airport, expecting something to happen once he touched it). He was going through my Pandora playlist, and kept going back to groove to the Black Eyed Peas and Beethoven.
We were sitting on the train together and Samuel was just fascinated watching three young people speaking Spanish to each other. His eyes flitted from one speaker to another, as he was taking it all in. Samuel is such a people person. He is always looking to engage others, initiates play with other kids, and trying to make friends, especially with other girls.
We picked up Joshua from school and walked to the Children's museum, where I had a flashback to the first time I brought Joshua, when he was probably just around a year old and he hadn't even started playing with the Thomas train set. Now at five years old, he towered over all the other kids. He looked like a giant among the toddlers.
We visited one of the boys' favorite exhibit at the museum, the school bus. They made a dash for the driver's seat, and I was expecting another battle to see who would drive, but was surprised to see the boys actually willing to take turns on their own without fighting. Joshua got in the driver's seat first, and I saw Samuel patiently walk to the back of the bus, climb on a seat, and wait for his turn. I asked him where he was going, and he told me matter of factly, "to a meeting." Later as Samuel was driving, he turned to me and said, "We're out of gas!"