Memory Grove

Hansen and I walked to Memory Grove a while ago. In fact it was the night of the last Jazz-Laker's game. So whatever day that was...weeks go by and it seems like two days to me. I got some pretty cute pictures of Hansen running around with his blanket. He went through a phase when he wouldn't put it down. I like that park because the sun goes down sooner because it's in a ravine. Plus there are dogs there for Hansen to admire. On the way back I got some pictures of lamp posts. I really like pictures of lamp posts and one day I'm going to get a copy of the Montmartre's steps in Paris because it's one of my favorite photographs. It looks a lot like this but without the people, taken from the left side of the railing, and in black and white. I want a really big print of it. Here are the pics of Hansen at the Grove and also my attempts at lamp posts. Sorry the pictures are not in order or in the place where they make sense. I haven't mastered picture placement on my blog yet. Some day...like most things in my life that I want. But don't worry they will all happen...some day. I'll talk about those things another time.

I got, forgot

This is a strange little phrase I would say when I was little.  I remember I couldn't just say the word forgot unless I said, I got, first.  I thought of this because I was thinking of some of the things Hansen says.  For ball he says galldy gall.  When he says more he says ma-more.  All gone is gall gie(rhymes with pie).  And my favorites are still goggie(doggie) and ka(duck).  He does say some things the way they actually sound like hi, go, show, cow, moo, choo choo, and key(monkey). He hasn't started saying two words together, with the exception of all gone, so he has a speech therapist that comes to our house.  Today was actually the first day she came and she played with him and showed us how we can get him to say more words.  She taught him to say please by signing in the half hour that she was working with him.  So I continued asking him to say please throughout the day whenever he wanted something.  He signs it really well and I think the hope is that he will eventually say it.  It's amazing how receptive kids can be if you will just spend the time with them. I know that one day he would probably talk on his own but he gets really frustrated with us because we don't always know what he wants and that ends up in him having core meltdowns.  I am hoping that with the speech help we can start to limit these ever so popular occurrences.   Oh and on a somewhat related note, I linked the Gub Chronicles to my page.  It is Hans' blog that he was required to set up for a school assignment. He called it gub because that is what I used to call bugs.

Bologna or baloney?

When I think of the food and the weird way it is spelled I also think of when we say it as a way to tell someone they are full of it (or baloney).  I bought some bologna the other day because it's probably been over 10 years since I've had any.  It's not too bad and it makes a nice snack sandwich when you are just staring into the depths of the fridge wondering what in the world you want to eat and when in the world you might figure it out.  I think another reason I bought it is because it is spelled so funky like.  It looks like ba-log-nah.  It's fun to say it the way it is spelled. I've always wondered why it's spelled that way.  If anyone can fill me in that would be awesome.  I bet Trestin might have the answer. For some strange reason sometimes he knows things like that.  And another thing-What do you all think of bologna?  Gross, good, or shouldn't really be allowed on the shelves?  There is no wrong answer.