Ocean Trip

 What a trip! Tyoma absolutely loved the ocean, but it was more than his tiny mind could handle! I spent most of my time trying to keep him from swimming to England. The little guy is STRONG! And determined.

Fontessa and Tennisfiend took a nice walk while I struggled with Tyoma and the issy-pissy stroller. He has outgrown it enough to be able to lunge his feet deep into the sand. This causes me to catapult forward, tipping the stroller to an angle where he can wriggle free and run laughing to the surf. After the third time, I tipped the stroller backwards and attempted to wheel him away.

No such luck! He was too heavy and the flimsy back wheels sank deep in the sand. And then the seat started to rip. So I picked the entire contraption up and returned to our beach towels.

I think that Tyoma was the most spazzed out kid on the beach.  I watched other toddlers play placidly in the sand or wade in the water, but T would drown his little self.  I guess it takes a few times to get a kid used to the immensity of the ocean.  When you think about it, it is this huge bucket of water that expands across the horizon.  What must his little mind think?  That it is a bathtub? A pool?  It's not as if he could tell us. Tyoma has no natural fear of the water. I fear that if he does get "too wet" he will not want anything to do with the ocean.

We took turns bringing T to the water to play, but it was exhausting wrestling with him.  E did most of the work, while I watched anxiously.  Fontessa was in her own world walking  by herself or with E.  I had to strap T into his stroller when we were finished with water play to keep him from running off. He really needed his baa and souska afterward.

The Indignity

Of a clean face....

Swimmy Swimmy!

  

The weather was so warm today, it was perfect for the pool!  The hard part is putting hot tap water in the pool to balance out the frigid water from the garden hose!

 

It's so funny that Tyoma stated to dump water over his head in the pool.  If you shampoo or rinse his hair, he screams non-stop.  But if you have icy cold water in a bucket he can't dump it on himself fast enough! 

 

I think that we'll be putting a swimming suit on him soon, this warm day was a good time for some birthday suit swimming!

Strawberries

Whooo-hooo! Strawberries!

We decided to have a little outing to pick strawberries with Tyoma. He didn't seem to quite get the point and somebody needed to be the "wait till it's washed" officer, but it was lovely to get out and see real fruit on a plant.

I think the thing that surprised me the most was the smell of the fruit. The whole field was fragrant, it seemed almost artificial, but there was some subtle tang that made it a natural fragrance.

We picked a basket of lovely fruits (below) that looked so delicious that it was slightly sinister. The strawberries themselves were not as sweet or flavorful as the scent would have you think. Tanya cooked up some preserves for E that he delighted in.

I was shocked since the jam was runny, but she did not dump chemicals on it so it was authentic Russian Jam. Along with the jam came some sort of foamy confection that Egor gobbled with relish. Personally, I was surprised how sweet it was, but in the old days you preserve with sugar. Half sweetened stuff just wouldn't last. I don't think that the jam will last either, E's really loving it!

Dr. Dobbins

I took Tyoma to meet his new pediatrician today.  He was pretty squirmy in the office as we waited, so I was glad to have brought books for him.  I chose Dr. Dobbins for her extended experience and pleasant face.  Does it make sense that she looked like a cross between Dr. Bass and my dear sweet Grandmam?

She was not a touchy feely doctor like Dr. Settles, she was a no-nonsense sorta gal. I liked her although she disparaged me calling her "Mam" all the time.  I will make it a point to call her "doctor" in the future.  It's odd what can get under a person's skin, I was nervous and trying to be polite.

Anyway, yes Tyoma has a speech delay, enough to be evaluated for speech therapy.  I was pretty shocked, actually.  she made it sound like no big deal.  She also said that the change in our living arrangements was what was causing the sleep problems.  She said to do what I always do, regardless of the mother-in-law.  He might scream, but he will feel more secure with a return to my way of doing things.  Boy, was I relieved to hear that. 

I was a bit surprised to hear of the self-care stuff that Tyoma should be doing. We still feed him, except for finger foods, and I'd only give him a real cup if I wanted to spend the day changing his clothes.  He can do many things, but some time he just won't and you can't force things on him.  Well, not easily.

Price Reduction

Well, we knocked some money off the price of our house again.  The pool is proving to be a pain in the ass, but I am glad that we have a handyman looking after things for us. Sigh.

OMG! Tyoma Counts!

This is the coolest!

Sprinkler!

Whee!!!!
 

I don't think I've ever seen him have so much fun!  He runs through the sprinkler, shakes, yells "whoo!" and does it again.  The amount of fun he is having is fearful.  After about twenty times I have to physically restrain him and pull him away from the sprinkler since he is so excited that I'm afraid he will run into the street. Well, definitely an awesome way to cool down!

Funny Book!

Tyoma with a cute book that mom and dad sent.  I've been doing lots of reading with him and he is fascinated by the page numbers.  He'll point and babble and I'll say the number.  I tried messing with him by saying the wrong numbers, but he knows better!!!

He'll pull books out of the shelves to look at page numbers.  An odd thing--he sorted his little foamy numbers into odd and even piles.  I don't think that he understands the concept of odd/even, rather he noticed that some page numbers appear on one side while the rest are on the other. Cool!

Russian Kettlebells

E has been talking about Russian Kettlebells for the past few weeks, actually since before Christmas in NM.  The 'bells are iron slugs with handles on them and you swing them to get into shape. 

TF's been agonizing over the purchase of a bell, specifically how heavy to buy it.  He wanted to get the 35 pound bell since it is closer to the type soviet athletes used to train with, but he was afraid that it might be too heavy.  The debate circled around for a few days and then he purchased the heavy one.

The exercises for this thing are crazy.  Basically you get fit by swinging the weight vigorously back and forth.  It's a wrecker-ball in motion. E really needs to be mindful of where he's swining his weight since Tyoma is silent around the house and I have horrid visions of a hospital visit and untimely funeral (for hubby if he hurts T).