Four Things.

My friend, Sadaf, has tagged me on the subject of "four things." Since that's all I have time for lately, here it goes:

Four jobs I've had:
A babysitter
A bookkeeper
A bank teller
A financial accountant
Four places I've lived:
Ukraine
Bronx
Manhattan
Queens
Four places I've been on vacation:
Disney, FL
Las Vegas, Nevada
Paris, France
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Four of my favorite foods:
Chocolate
Cakes
Japanese (Sushi)
Thai Food
Four places I would rather be right now:
Anywhere in Western Europe
China
Japan
Dairy Queen (ice cream cafe)

Lionel Trains or Lionel... Hampton!?

One of the "games" that I play with David while in the car, is changing the radio station after David exclaims "no!" I believe that David enjoys having some say in the choice of music that we listen to. Nataliya thinks that I'm just giving him another reason to yell. In either case, the game usually ends when I give up on the radio and press play the pre-loaded kiddie CD.

After exhausting the presets on the radio, I decided to try something different, and pressed the search button instead of going to the CD. Station after station passed with David offering his usual "no" until we hit an unfamiliar station playing, of all things, jazz. With finger hovering by the search button, I stopped. There wasn't any objection from David. In fact, there wasn't any sound. This wasn't how the game played out, so something very weird was going on.

When I turned my head to check on David, I first noticed that David had an expression of awe and he seemed to really be enjoying the music. His eyes were elsewhere and a smile was apparent on his face. Noticing me looking at him, he looked back and his smile widened. "David," I asked, "do you like this music?" David softly replied, "like it!"

At nap time, I put on one of my jazz CDs for David to listen to. He was very quiet as the entire CD played, and he fell asleep without any fuss or argument. After his nap, he had no interest in leaving his room. Instead, he got up, pressed play on his CD player, and then went back to bed.

At bedtime, I put on another jazz CD for him, and again he went to sleep without a single complaint.

David gets in the mood as he listens to smooth jazz.

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Hmmm.... maybe I'll introduce him to rap next week! Won't that be the illezt!

Prison Break - Part 2

When we last left our hero, he'd escaped the confines of his personal cell towards freedom. It was a proud achievement, and even though freedom was so close he could taste it, his plans were thwarted by additional security measures. With escape so close and having to face the prospects of another time-out, it looked like David had hit a bump in the road. Does our hero have a trick up his sleeve, or will his escape plan fail?

Find out on this week's episode of Prison Break!

Rain, Rain, Go Away.

Although it snowed yesterday, we didn't get a chance to play outside. I was hoping we'd get an opportunity today, but it's been raining non-stop. Fortunately, David rediscovered his love for puzzles and it kept him preoccupied for a good half an hour. Since Julia follows him everywhere, she kept him company at the table, playing with her own shapes and numbers puzzles.
Next, I decided to use our garage as a play area. Although a bit messy, it is spacious but still enclosed. I took out two tricycles for the kids, and a ray of sunlight immediately shone through David's rainy day. Julia had been expressing an interest in riding a tricycle as well, but she opted to push herself on the ground, rather than using the pedals. They chased each other through the garage, although David preferred crashing his tricycle into her hers.

After playing with their tricycles, I appealed to their artistic side with some chalk. Let's hope Daddy doesn't notice the graffiti!

Not understanding the concept of sharing, the kids next played kickball solitaire.

Then David turned to me and said "I wanna ride bigger bicycle." I brought out the bigger tricycle for him that he was too small for just one month ago. Now he not only was reaching the pedals, but was pedaling around the garage with ease! (Now I have to figure out how to convince him to wear a helmet!)

I Can Name That Tune In Two Notes

What I find interesting is that David has an interesting ability to not only recognize songs, but he can do so if they're hummed or whistled. He doesn't always know the names of the songs, but he will identify some lyric or word that makes it clear he figured out the song. For example, he may not say "Theme To Sesame Street", but he will rattle off the names of several muppets from the show.

For fun, I thought I'd push it a step further and sing (badly) the first two syllables of a number of songs. To my amazement, he was right on the money, nine times out of ten! Two notes were enough for him to show off a wide smile and belt out the answer! (When you take into account that I tend to be a bit flat when I try to sing, this is an even greater achievement.)

Then he did something unexpected. He proceeded to sing more half the songs from start to finish. Yeah, he would cheat a few words here and there, humming or babbling in the missing pieces, but he managed to sing entire lines of the songs as he accounted for every last note of each song. Here's a kid who barely puts nouns and verbs together, rattling off entire lines of songs.

Could we use music to help him learn in general? While there's not much to gain in clapping when we know we're happy, understanding how one merrily rows downstream, or why so much emphasis is given to a bus's rotating wheels, perhaps we could choose songs with a more educational value. Maybe if we sing to him about conjunctions, interjections, how a bill becomes law, or why three is a magic number ... maybe ... just maybe ... he'll pick up something of value!

On the other hand, it could simply turn him off to music completely.

A checklist of a perfect Sunday for me.

- Sleeping in late.
- A long shower.
- Having a hot pot of coffee ready before I even get downstairs.
- David and Julia running towards me screaming "mama! mama!"
- Having fun with the kids OUTSIDE of the house.
- Kids taking their naps.
- Running 6 miles.
- David having 5 tantrums an hour and not 20.
- The husband cooking dinner.
- Not overindulging at dinner.
- Not consuming an entire box of chocolate.
- Kids asleep.
- A bite of Seth's ice cream.

Today was one of these Sundays. Today's outside activity included a trip to Hoboken for Cabin Fever Festival (thanks, Sadaf) filled with a puppet show, arts and crafts, face painting, tattoos, bobbles, music and much more.

A Movie Night.

Seth had planned to take David today to the French Institute in the city to see a movie called "The Red Balloon" which was supposed to be followed by arts and crafts. We figured, it is never too early to introduce him to a foreign film especially since he perfected English language so well (sarcasm). Actually, this movie doesn't have much dialog. It is about a balloon that follows a boy around Paris. I suppose it sends a message of friendship and loyalty.
This morning we found out that all tickets for the movie were sold out. We knew we had to improvise especially since we had told David that he and daddy would take a train and a bus to see a movie. He's been talking about it for days now.
So, instead, we drove to a Ridgewood library and borrowed the "The Red Balloon" dvd and settled for a movie night at home.

David's inhaling the smell of butter in a popcorn package.

At first, he seemed disappointed not to use a stove to make popcorn. A wide grin appeared on his face as soon as we told him he could press a few buttons on a microwave.


And here they are: munching on an entire bowl of popcorn (they both finished it all before the movie ended) and enjoying a foreign film.

Once the popcorn was gone, Julia lost all interest in the movie, but David was glued to the screen for its entire duration. Nothing beats the comfort and convenience of a home. Did David understand the movie's underlying message? We shall see how he treats his sister tomorrow, but I doubt much will change.