Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Some kids don’t like maths
Some kids don’t like clothes
It’s something they oppose
Some kids don’t like peas
Some kids don’t like bees
Some kids don’t like fruit
It’s not something they refute
Some kids don’t like sneezing
Some kids don’t like teasing
Some kids don’t like veggies
It makes them very edgy
But I am a different kind of kid
One who rarely flips my lid
Worthy of the tallest tales
Unless you try to cut my nails
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Once there, you’ll notice that most of what I want is books. While looking through my pictures over the last several months, you may also have noticed that I am pictured with a lot of different books. True, I grab for a book to chew on before any of my other toys and true, I have a good library of books already, but I live with a group of veracious readers and am expected to keep up. Not a day goes by where I’m not read several books off of my bookshelf. With that in mind, I’ve decided to put up a list of what books I already have. I’m hoping that this will help those of you who see a book that you think that it would be perfect for me, but aren’t sure if I already own it. So without further adieu, here is My Library. That link is also now at the bottom of my Link section (lower left hand side) on this very page and links directly to my profile at LibraryThing.com. I will keep the list updated as much as possible and extend my warmest thanks to everyone who has already contributed.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My parents continuously remind me to experience as much of the world as I can. With that thought in mind, I touched down in Puerto Rico today and will be here through Sunday. It is my second trip to the Caribbean and my sixth plane ride of my life thus far. Last week I was in Atlanta, GA and the week before that I was in Holden Beach, NC. I find traveling to be enjoyable, both the trip and the destination itself, and hope to keep up this frequency for years to come.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Now I’m not quite sure what this meant to all of them, but to me it’s my first steps to being able to speak directly the people around me in a way in which everyone can understand and take pride in.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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Friday, November 14, 2008
As soon as it stops hurting.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I love it when friends and family take the time to read to me. And while most of it is of the ABC and 123 variety, they also read older kids’ books and occasionally books meant for adults. Dad tells me that the more I like being read to now, the more I will like to read when I finally learn. I keep trying to beg him to teach me now, but like many things, he doesn’t understand me. I cope by chewing on as many books as possible.
I am happy for now just listening, even though sometimes I surrender to sleep before they are through. But know that if you are reading to me and I doze off, I am not commenting on your inability to grasp Seuss’ intricate rhyming schemes. It just means I want to better imagine the worlds and characters in the books until I can read about them myself. So until someone finally relents to my pleas for reading lessons, I’ll listen as much as I can, and am happy with just about anyone who wants to take the time to read to me.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
This morning my Mom and Grandma Joan took me to meet some of my friends at the South Carolina Botanical Gardens that are at Clemson University. We met at the big red caboose that was donated to the park by the alumni. The older boys we climbing all over it and I can't wait till I am big enough to do the same. Once everyone arrived, I got in my stroller and we started walking. We walked under an arbor with a huge patch of gourds growing on one side. We also walked past many different kinds of trees like pine, maple and oak, as well as other plants like pansies, hostas, monkey grass and many others I don't know the names of. After we had walked for about an hour I got sick of being in the stroller and started to complain, loudly. Mom finally got the message and decided to carry me. She put me up on her shoulders for a little while and it seemed like I could see forever. After walking for a little longer we came to a pond that had ducks, turtles and fish. My friend's mom had packed some seed and bread so we could feed the animals and it was fun watching them all swarm around as we tossed the food to them. It had been two hours since we began our walk and I was tired and hungry. Mom fed me when we got back to the car and I slept all the way home.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
This morning as Dad and I were playing on the floor, he turned on something called Henryk Górecki and his Symphony No. 3. Mom usually puts on something like Barenaked Ladies or Queen. But no matter what is on, I love to listen. Music is what feelings sound like, and I want to feel everything!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Every day seems to be loaded with new things. Today we took a trip to the park and I got to go down a slide and ride on a swing for the first time ever. It got me thinking, I do a lot of firsts. In the last six months I’ve been to another country, driven across the US twice, and flow in four airplanes. There have been ponies, kitties, doggies (lots of them), and fish that I’ve met. A couple of weeks ago I moved from one side of the country to another. I’ve been to concerts, restaurants, the ocean, lakes, rivers, museums, pools, picnics, a wedding, parties, flea markets, the mountains, and a Greek festival.
Not to bad for a six-month-old. I wonder what firsts are coming in the next six months?
Monday, September 1, 2008
Here I am not able to fully communicate, working to comprehend everything, still losing my fight with gravity and balance, and they think that I’m “coming along nicely”. Who in the name of Mordor do they think that they are kidding?!?! I want to run, I want to climb trees, I want to read books to myself, and I want to explore everything now.
“Coming along nicely”
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Large organisms such as human beings have an average of about one mutation per ten gametes - that is, there is a 10% chance that any given sperm or egg cell produced will have an inherent change in the genetic instructions that determine the makeup of the next generation. These mutations occur at random and are almost uniformly non-harmful - it is rare that a precision machine is improved by random change in the instructions for making it. So as I look back and try to take stock of my last six-month journey to discover who I am in relation to the world around me, I’m struck by how much different I am from everyone else.
Yesterday I was diagnosed with SGS by my Grandma Joan - she is an expert on these things. The random 10% chance that I had in getting a mutation must have brought on my disease. My only hope at “normality” is to attempt to hide said disease from the world. It is either that or I buckle down and show the world that someone with SGS can be a productive member of society. I hope that over the next six months I can work to decrease how obvious my disease is and work to increase understanding of just how deadly living with Silly Goose Syndrome can be.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The upside to this (and it’s all upside for me) is that my parents finally are beginning to understand what it is that I want. They were previously horrible at comprehending my simplest vocal commands, but have since flowered in their ability to grasp my needs. I will have them completely trained in no time. Hopefully, before I have to learn any words or sign language.
Take the video below as an example. I clearly am expressing some displeasure about something. To an intelligent linguistically-able human being, it should be quite clear. What I am saying is so simple that even a baby can understand. But here, for those of you who can somehow read, but lack the ability to get my fully functional vocal prowess, this is what I am saying:
"To whoever is working that camera, I have soiled myself and have not yet developed the manual dexterity to properly replace my diaper with the grace and dignity that I deserve. So please put down the camera and change me, at once. If you fail to do so, I will reiterate my complaint at an increased decibel until your small mind is able to grasp my dilemma. Thank you."
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Tom, thank you for letting me fall asleep on you. You are extraordinarily comfy and I will miss your funny faces. Even when I was forced upon you by schedules and opportunity, you handled it gallantly. Kate, you were always there to entertain me and tried to get me to be happy as much as possible. If I ever have the honor of having you put me to bed again, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Elizabeth and Amy, without you, my parents would have left me alone in the house in a cardboard box, with only Lucy to look after me. You kept me safe, comfortable, and contented. I will hold on to your blankets and smiles for my whole life. And will forever be in your debt.
Monday, June 23, 2008
We have talked it over and we’ve decided that I am to occasionally get to try some solid foods. They see no reason to put my food in a blender, as I don’t quite have the coordination to move solid food from the front of my mouth to the back for swallowing. They told me that that I should make the transition to solid foods gradually and that I’m to try to stay on breast milk for as long as possible. I was also “informed” that I had to meet four criteria before they would do more then hold a piece of watermelon in my mouth for me to gum on. So before I get any solid foods I have be able to hold my head in a steady, and upright position, and sit without support. The other two things, eating at regular intervals and being interested in what they are eating, I soooo have down.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I’m now 17 weeks old and I’ve finally started to roll over. Within hours I plan on running, climbing, and, maybe, flying. We’ll see.
While developing as fast as I can to spite the enjoyment of my parents, I’ve noticed that most of you people have no idea what happens when as a baby such as myself develops. So as a refresher, here are a couple things that are happening to me now and will happen to me in the near future:
I can now distinguish several hundred different spoken words; many more than are in my parents native language. My brain has organized itself around the words heard most frequently and is beginning to create an auditory map to process the languages efficiently. And even though there is no research to indicate that one kind of music or another promotes early brain development, I do respond positively to music. Mostly, to my parents chagrin, opera.
While I am now living in a predictable world that has some order to it, I am also able to sleep for longer periods of time, can go longer between feedings, and am establishing a new schedule for eating, sleeping, and experiencing the world. My blossoming mental abilities are helping me organize what I see, hear, smell, touch, and taste. When I am in comfortable and secure surroundings, I am especially responsive to people, objects, and new experiences.
My parents help by holding me so that the world has a sense of predictability. They talk back to by coos, bubbles, and random attempts at conversation, but have yet to fully grasp the complexity in which I can communicate. Hopefully, in time, their brains will evolve enough to be able to communicate with me.
Over the coming months I expect to keep moving up in the world. At six months I’ll be able to switch a toy from one hand to another, my speech should become clearer to my slow parents, and I should be able to sit up on my own. I’m not rushing any of these, and if I don’t meet some and happen to do others early, that’s all right too.
By nine months I should be turning pages in board books, looking at familiar objects and people when named, imitating others, sort-of crawling, and my vocabulary will expand a bit. At twelve months I will finally be able to meaningfully use certain simple words, pulling myself to stand up and cruising along furniture. I might even stand alone and take several independent steps, but I’ll wait and see how I feel about it.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Before I only had my play mat and my vibrating seat to keep me occupied but over the last several weeks my parents have finally gotten their act together and bought me some toys. It took them this long because they have to research everything. They wouldn’t dare to purchase something for me to play with on a whim because apparently it could kill me. These toys (among others) will help me learn, explore the world and understand new concepts as I find them. My favorite toy now is “Sophie” the giraffe. I like her because she squeaks, has great contrasting colors and tastes so good. I also have two new rattles that I like. One is made of cherry wood that has a matching teething ring made of maple and the other is a soft green frog. With any luck my parents will do a little less research and a little more buying of toys.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
|Dad||The Ceiling Fan|
|Reads to me in three different languages||Provides endless hours of entertainment|
|Makes funny faces and voices||Reflects the light from the room|
|Changes my diapers and feeds me||Constantly spins above my head|
|Works to provide me the essentials||Is my friend|
So as you can see, there is a reason that I constantly ignore dad and stare at the ceiling fan - it’s just more interesting!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
This last week I went to Grand Cayman with my Mom and Dad, Aunt Marian, Uncle Justin, Grandma Joan, and Grandpa Edgar, along with Mr. Tom’s and Ms. Kate's friends and family. The purpose of the trip was so that Mom and Tom could attend their MD graduation from St. Matthew’s University at the Ritz-Carlton on the island.
Truth be told, I really needed this vacation. You have no idea how hard it is being a baby. Honestly, people just look at you and think that all you do is sleep, poop, and eat -- but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Just imagine trying to learn to do everything from scratch. I have to mentally learn a new language (or a couple if my dad has anything to say about it), verbalize said language, and then be able to comprehend what I am saying at real-time speed. There’s that, plus still trying to understand everything else that is coming at me high speed. I’m building a personality, finding emotions, exploring the world, working on my coordination... It’s really, really hard. So as I was saying, I needed this vacation.
Over the course of the week we went to a bunch of different beaches, toured Grand Cayman’s capital of Georgetown, visited the Turtle Farm, Hell (an actual place in West Bay), a bunch of restaurants, East End, the National Reserve, and a wonderful private beach where everyone stayed. It was amazing. There were lots of people who did a good job of making sure that I barely got any sleep at all. And it was an experience that I will take a lot from. I am now back at home trying to recover from the last week. I posted the vacation pictures in the Week 11 Pictures section.
Friday, April 18, 2008
The boy's name Sebastian \s(e)-bas-tian, seb(a)-stian\ is pronounced se-BASS-tian and is of Greek origin, meaning "venerable ". The original form of this name referred to those from a particular city or region of Asia Minor, whose Greek name was from the Latin imperial title "Augustus". Shakespeare gave the name to the twin brother of Viola in "Twelfth Night". British use since the 1940s may have been influenced by a character in Evelyn Waugh's popular "Brideshead Revisited". My parents choose it because it wasn’t overly common, wasn’t religious, and had strong literary credentials. They are weird.
The boy's name Thomas \th(o)-mas\ is pronounced TAH-mas. It is of Aramaic origin, and its meaning is "twin". My parents choose it because it was my great grandfathers (my father’s mother’s dad) name. He only had girls and wasn’t able to pass his name on, so it came to me.
The name Hamilton \ha-mil-ton, ham(i)-lton\ is pronounced HAM-ul-tun. It is of Old English origin, originally Hambleton, and its meaning is "flat-topped hill". It is the place name and surname of one of the great noble families in Scotland.
My family tree on both sides is well documented. On both the Hamilton Thomas side and the Tirado (my mother’s maiden name) Eubanks side, are known for over ten generations. Although they both assure me that there is nothing for me to live up to -- only that I am content in what I choose to be.
What does all this mean? Well, if you take all of the definitions, lump them together, you quickly find out that I am an old hill with two bumps. Nice, eh?
Sunday, April 6, 2008
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 157–158
My dreams are my own, but powerful. They consist of shapes, colors, faces, and movement; elegance in simplicity to understand the complexity of my world. Soon they will become more elaborate, with plots and subtext. For now, I’m happy to dream peacefully while people gently kiss my forehead and tell me I’m adorable.
Friday, March 28, 2008
There are so many new things that I am learning too. I have started smiling at Mom and Dad. I think they like it when I smile because it makes them smile more too. It is also kinda fun because when I do it they crowd around me and do make some really strange faces trying to get me to do it again. I have also figured out that I can uses my hands to reach for things that I want. I can make the toys on my vibrating chair move and rattle and one day soon I am going to be able to make the dog shaped one play its music.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Next, it means that everyone gets presents, mostly candy and other sweets. Unfortunately for me, I am too young for chocolate and cake so I got a great set of books called "Boynton's Greatest Hits: Volume I."
Thursday, March 20, 2008
My Daddy's favorite poem is In Waukesha Wisc. I think he liked it because it was really, really hard to read and he kept messing it up. He made me a promise to reread it a million times until he could get it right every time. Mom doesn't think he'll ever be able to read that poem without messing it up. See if you can read it out loud:
In Waukesha Wisc.
In Waukesha Wisc.
You take quite a risk
Whenever you go to the movies,
For there in the dark lurks the Double-Toed Vaark
And the man-eating Scale-Faced Scoovies.
There are Gobble-Eyed Gohrks
And Slimy-Tailed Borks
And Hunchlings, and Broggy-Beaked Byzes
And Gumboons and Grobs and Globamabobs
And Creelzies of various sizes.
There are Bony-Backed Bleaks
And Razor-Toothed Kleeks
And Wailees and Glumpaching Gorkle,
And the shivery shrieks from the Gaiterings Geeks
Are worse than the snort of the Snorkle.
There are Glumgurds and Speem,
And the Grizimy's scream
May awaken the Foul-Tempered Fisk
And the Scale-Faced Scoovies that dwell in the movies
Right here in Waukesha Wisc.
Friday, March 14, 2008
This morning I took my first 'real' bath! Sure, mom and dad have given me plenty of sponge baths and spit shines but today I was submerged. My bathtub is really awesome. It is a cool blue color and has a really comfortable hammock. When it is time, they fill the tub and then put me in. With the hammock in the tub I can just lay back, relax and enjoy the warm water while they rub me down. I could get used to this kind of service! (Wonder how long it will last?)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"
And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"
PS Daddy says that my old copy of A. A. Milne is falling apart and would like to see me get the one in the link above. If I do, he promises to read them to me whenever I ask. Unless it’s too late, then only one. And I have to be in bed first. And already tucked in.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
After my mom's water broke, I had a bowel movement. That stuff, we'll call it “fluid”, got into my lungs. It wasn’t until several hours after I was born before the doctors realized that there were some problems. I started coughing and breathing funny and they took me away from mom and dad. I spent the next four days in a little plastic box with tubes and stuff hooked up to me. During that time I was receiving oxygen and antibiotics while we waited for everything to clear and to make sure that there weren't any other problems. Gradually I was weaned off of them and did fine on my own. I am now clear of all tubes, drugs, and such and ready to come home. So in a couple of hours, a very short period of time, soon.. ..I'll be "home".