Marshall 2.5

Dear Marshall,

You turned 2.5 years old on Christmas. Happy Half Birthday! You have changed a lot in the last few months, particularly in the way you speak. You are getting quite good at English, which is great, but that means Martian is well and truly on its way out.

Your father and I are sad to lose some of our favorite Martian words. For example, you no longer say “gockey.” You call gockeys “monkeys” now, like everyone else. Also gone are “la boolah” and “le boodan,” both now replaced by “bread.”

But you still use a few fun Martian words and phrases and, even when you use English, you say the most adorable things. Here are some of them.

  • You call your diaper a “biter” and triangles “trighingles.”
  • If you break something or make a mess when you’re in another room, we know because you keep saying “Brokit!” or “Make le mess!” or my personal favorite, “What hhhhappened?”
  • You can count fairly well when you’re serious about counting, but other times you just spout out strings of not-quite-consecutive numbers. You seem particularly fond of 14, because many of your strings end on it. For example, you often say, “One, two three, five, nine, fourteen!” Your least favorite number must be 8, because you almost always skip it.
  • If your father leaves you downstairs for a while, sometimes you’ll come upstairs by yourself (which you’re not supposed to do), asking in your cute, soft voice, “Where are you, Daddy?” You usually end up at my office door, so I let you in and keep an eye on you until your daddy comes back.
  • The cats’ food dish is located opposite your bedroom door. Every time you are in the upstairs hallway, whether coming or going, you always see the dish and want to feed the cats. You are quite insistent, so your father and I have pretty much delegated that task to you. You’ve gotten very good at it, too. You should see the exaggerated care with which you pour the food from the cup to the bowl. This morning you also treated me to a running commentary as you did it: “Feed the cats. In the bowl. Put back the cup. All done.”
  • You have dry skin so you often ask me to “otion legs” (put lotion on your legs). Sometimes you call the lotion “soap,” probably because the two products come in similarly-shaped containers.
  • You love the TV show Curious George. There are four seasons of the show on Netflix and you are now on your third time through them! When an episode ends, before the credits are even done rolling, you start demanding another. You say, “More George?” If we don’t put a new episode on right away, you repeat that phrase over and over and over again until we do. At least you know what you like!

Love,

Mom

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Cold Cash

It was very cold this evening, but I went shopping to buy Marshall a box for the play tools he got for Christmas. The tool box was cheap enough that I decided to pay with cash. I handed the money to the cashier and she said, “Your money is so cold!” I thought that was kind of funny, because isn’t money always cold, abstractly speaking?

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No Water

Dear Marshall,

Your father and I try to offer you choices as often as possible. “These pants or those pants?” “Juice or milk?” “Blue Puppy or Barney?” We think that even at your age you should be allowed to have a small amount of control over your own life. Plus, if you’re going to become an independent person, you need to learn to make decisions.

At first you would just echo one of the given options, not realizing that we were actually allowing you to choose. Now it seems like you’re finally getting the hang of it. One night before putting you to bed, I turned on your radio. It was set to play the sound of a babbling brook. I asked, “Marshall, do you want your radio on or not?” You replied, “No water.” So I turned it off, and you smiled, happy to be able to control that one little thing. Since then you won’t allow the radio to be on at night. You keep saying “No water!” until we turn it off. You have decided that’s the way you want it.

I hope life will always bless you with such easy decisions and that you will always be so happy with your choices.

Love,

Mom

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Happy Christmas Thought

My Christmas Eve and Christmas were very good this year. I did not once think of killing anyone, but I guess some people aren’t so lucky. Said Poirot,

The result of pretending to be a more amiable, a more forgiving, a more high-minded person than one really is, has sooner or later the effect of causing one to behave as a more disagreeable, a more ruthless and an altogether more unpleasant person than is actually the case! If you dam the stream of natural behaviour, mon ami, sooner or later the dam bursts and a cataclysm occurs!

from A Holiday for Murder

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Quick Like Lightning

Dear Livia,

You’re our second child, so a lot of your stuff is second-hand. Even some of your songs are. For example, I borrowed “Who’s the Cutest Baby?” from Marshall and changed it to “Who’s the Sweetest Baby?” for you.

But I don’t want you to think that you never got anything of your own. I certainly sing you some Livia-only songs. The one that really stands out is “Fast Moving Baby.” I wrote that one day while you were playing in my office. You were so quick to get into things, I couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second or you’d find something dangerous on which to chew. I started to sing…

She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She can move so fast,
She can travel to the past.
She’s a fast moving baby.

She’s quick like lightning,
Fast like the rain.
If you catch her once,
She will just do it again.

Cuz she’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
Look at that baby go!
Look at that baby go!

You’re much bigger now, but you’re still a fast mover and a quick thinker. I can barely keep up with you. This morning I left you in the dining room for a few minutes while I ran upstairs to get Marshall up. When I came back downstairs, I found you standing on the chair in the dining room, changing the settings on my laptop. You’re only 11 months old and already climbing on the furniture. Wow.

Look at that baby go!

Love,

Mom

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Stick to the Facts

One’s own personal reactions to people are singularly unsafe guides. One must go not by one’s feelings but by facts.

from Poirot Loses a Client

Yeah, I’m only starting to realize how true this is. I get feelings about people that turn out to be 100% wrong, and the results are not always good. But I’ll learn. Eventually.

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Christmas Is on the Way!

I’m getting ready for Christmas with this holiday Poirot quote.

You have said that Christmas is a season of good cheer. That means, does it not, a lot of eating and drinking? It means, in fact, the overeating! And with the overeating there comes the indigestion! And with the indigestion there comes the irritability!

from A Holiday for Murder

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Killing Time

I have 90 files pending upload to a website that does photo books, so I have nothing better to do right now than explain why I haven’t posted much lately. It’s because I’m working on photo books. First, I started one for Livia’s first year. That took forever—looking through folder after folder of great pictures, narrowing it down to just the best, copying all the “Dear Livia” posts over to the book, and then doing the typesetting/layout. It still isn’t quite finished, because I want to include Christmas pictures, but the basic framework is done. All I have to do is drop in those last few pictures (and posts, if any happen between now and then).

Then, worrying that Marshall might feel left out, I decided to do one for him, too. His would have to cover 2.5 years, though. That’s a lot of photos, a lot of posts, a lot of stories to tell. Oh, my. Thank goodness I had already uploaded so many pictures last year.

But part of my justification for doing all of this was to help get ready for the Christmas photo books that I’m putting together for family and friends. Once all the photos are there, it’s easy to import them to new projects. So, having gone through the bajillion pictures of the kids, and having narrowed down the selection to a manageable number, I started the download.

Only 72 files to go.

What should I do now?

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Jigsaw Puzzling

At Hercule Poirot’s elbow was a tisane prepared for him by George. He sipped at it and thought. He thought in a certain way peculiar to himself. It was the technique of a man who selected thoughts as one might select pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. In due course they would be reassembled together so as to make a clear and coherent picture. At the moment the important thing was the selection, the separation. He sipped his tisane, put down the cup, rested his hands on the arms of his chair and let various pieces of his puzzle come one by one into his mind. Once he recognized them all, he would select. Pieces of sky, pieces of green bank, perhaps striped pieces like those of a tiger…

from Third Girl

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True to Form

I think Poirot was probably right when he said,

There are not so many round pegs in square holes as one might think. Most people, in spite of what they tell you, choose the occupations that they secretly desire. You will hear a man say who works in an office, “I should like to explore, to rough it in far countries.” But you will find that he likes reading the fiction that deals with that subject, but that he himself prefers the safety and moderate comfort of an office stool.

from Death in the Air

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