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Things Walter says, morning edition

18 May

Just a few months ago I was worried that Walter would need speech therapy to figure out how to talk. People would say, “Oh, he’ll start talking and you’ll wish he wouldn’t talk so much!” I’m sorry, but, I love every word (even the frustrating ones) that comes out of his mouth. It is joyful to be able to communicate with him. And he really does say the most awesome things.

My husband has this tattooed on his arm:

I know. I felt the same way when I first saw it.

This morning as the three of us were waking up, Walter pointed at his dad’s tattoo and said, “Daddy has a band-aid. It won’t come off.” I asked him to tell me what letters it said.

N-A-S-C-A-R. It spells “Daddy”

Later we took Duggy on his morning walk. Walter has started singing “Walkin in the jun-gle” on repeat as he walks on any wall he can find around the block and through all the bushes. The boy loves to sing. Then he asked to sing some other songs with me. When we’d finish, say, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I’d ask him if he wanted to sing it again. He replied, “No, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star song is gone.”

I’m pretty sure he couldn’t make me a happier mama.


The Oscars, or Why I wanted Bradley Cooper to win

23 Feb

It has been a wild week, with the loss of the Marietta house, the possible sale of our intown house, and the feeling of being a little free-floating. The days culminated in a very creative-minded weekend.

Watching Walter learn things is so very cool. Much more fun re-learning with him, than it was learning all this stuff the first time around. I swear, the boy has gone from delayed speech to teaching himself how to read at 2 1/2 years old.

At dinner, we spoke of muses, and how to pull a poem out of you before it flows away. I also made my best pot of Killer Shrimp yet.

When I walk around with my phone in my back pocket, an album playing, it makes me feel like I have my own theme music.

I happened upon a spiritual healer, whom I plan on contacting. I am very interested to see what happens, what it is like to get a private reading or energy cleansing. I always love talking to people like that, card readers and other mystics.

I absolutely adored the Oscars this year. In years past, if I turn on the Oscars, I usually get hooked just because I am interested in which movies are nominated, as I normally don’t even have a chance to find out what movies are being released. This year, I felt like I had a stake in the game. I am a big fan of American Sniper and Chris Kyle. I find the story enlightening and heartbreaking, knowing that Kyle was murdered and his wife and children are currently undergoing their dad’s murder trial. I am reading his memoir right now and am basically learning all about Dave’s time in Iraq, as they were both in the Second Battle of Fallujah. Chris Kyle’s voice is unique, so much so that I am more compelled by him than almost any other book I’ve read, except maybe Margaret Mitchell in Gone with the Wind. And Sniper‘s story itself… there is such fodder in discussing a man who gets killed by the very weapon he so adores (and a deranged man, of course), after surviving four tours in Iraq. Clint Eastwood and Bradley Cooper brought the story to Hollywood superbly and with undeniable mastery of their craft.

I am also a big fan of Neil Patrick Harris. Dave and I both think that How I Met Your Mother is one of the most comedic and high quality sitcoms ever. I was amazed and delighted from the moment the Oscars started. Neil’s opening act was perfect. What a performance! The visuals were clever and stunning and nostalgic. And then he spent the rest of the show intelligently poking at the audience and the world, opening up even more intimate details of Hollywood. The speeches were wonderful to listen to. Political but not offensive. They hit all the high notes, such as gender equality and suicide, two subjects I’m passionate about. My favorite was the man who won Best Supporting Actor. I’ve seen him in a million movies but don’t know his name, even now. But he was the every-man, reminding us of family, and how we are an extension of the people who came before us. It was beautiful.

The show-stopping moment came when Lady Gaga performed a medley from Sound of Music, one of my top favorite movies of all time. I have never been a fan of hers, because I could never see past her gimmicks to the art. Sure, I heard a few songs on the radio, which might be catchy, but other than that I was not impressed. Gaga blew me away, however, with her simple yet glorious dress, makeup, and hair, on a beautiful stage, with the most exquisite and powerful voice. Thank you for that, my dear! I look forward to future such soul-awakened moments of pure art.

All in all it was an evening well spent. Onward and upward!


Walter’s Words

31 Dec


There was a great long time that I was worried about Walter’s words. I knew they were in there, but I was worried about when they would come out. He had reached two without really saying much. And I’m thankful for those of you who were supportive of him and me and said, “Don’t worry. He’s going to talk.” Because he sure did! And we love it! He’s gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye, and it’s kind of unbelievable to witness.

Some of my favorite things:

“Mama, come play!”

“Help mama help”

“Pwease mama pwease”

He walked in to the kitchen one morning saying “Purple da-da-do” over and over again and I was confused until he held out a purple “W” letter magnet.

“Quesada” is quesadilla.

“Oopsala” which he learned from his German aunt and cousin.

“Alright that’s enough”

“Oh no, what happened?”

I sneezed this morning and my polite son said “Bless you”

Walter’s Christmas present to me (besides letting us sleep in til 9:30 during vacation) was at a family dinner. It was loud and he was saying something repeatedly. I leaned in and asked him what it was that he was saying. He said, “I love you mama” unprompted for the first time! There really isn’t anything better than that, or him.

I hope your New Year looks as bright with new possibilities as mine does.

Mountain Bling

28 Oct

Walt and I went to music class last week after Dave and I got home from our retreat in North Carolina. I found out our music teacher, whom we love, was also in Black Mountain while we were there. She was at something called the Leaf Festival, where they play music, camp, join in on drum circles, and artists sell their wares. Sounds like a lot of fun, actually.

Adina brought back this very cool instrument that a man named Jonathan Rose had made out of used propane tanks. It makes a most beautiful sound. Who knew?

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I always love the small world feeling you get when you see all these coincidences in your life. My father is on the board of Blossman Gas, a fantastic family-owned propane business in the Southeast. I plan on at least attempting to connect these people together for retail purposes; it could be fun for them both!

And while Walter loves music class and has really blossomed there, Adina has played an even bigger role in our lives. I was struggling with Walter’s lack of talking and looking into speech therapy, but unsure if it was really necessary to spend the money when Walter seems so bright. I was on the fence of “every child develops differently” and “maybe he needs some help”. I mentioned this to Adina and she pushed me again to teach him sign language. My response was: I’ve tried a million times and he just smiles at me! But I’ll give it one more go I guess!

That week was the magic week. He picked up on signing a few words, and it must have flipped a switch in his brain. He went from 30 to 60+ words in the last couple weeks, copies sounds and words we make, speaks in phrases, and uses signs without prompting. He’s really getting it and it’s really fun to watch. I knew it was in there (I wasn’t worried about that part of it), but I wanted it to come out!

The best part has been when we went grocery shopping the other day, without any prompting ever on my part, he pointed to the wine section and said repeatedly, “Wine! Wine! Wine!” … That’s my boy!

“The opposite of spiritual is not material, but impersonal.” – Peter Hobbie

When are you going to start talking, little boy?

9 Jun

We are still waiting on Walter to start talking. I have dreams at night where he and I have conversations (or at least ones that I can understand what he’s saying). It can be difficult to have a child that doesn’t fall into the “correct” timeline for something, but since we are not worried about developmental delays (except this one), and we are blessed with his good health, this is not that big a deal. I hope. He pretty much understands everything we say but only wants to speak Walter-ese, not English, though I feel like I hear words among all the gibberish sometimes.

Most of the time, however, this is how things go these days in our house:

Walter chatters all kinds of things all day long, then…

Me: say ‘baba’
W: dada
Me: say ‘lala’
W: dada
Me: say ‘mimi’
W: dada
Me: say ‘nana’
W: da-da
Me: say ‘papa’
W: daadaa
Me: say ‘mama’
Me: *sigh*


Me: say ‘mama’
W: dada *laughs*


Walter’s top words/phrases in order of frequency:

1. Dada
2. Quack
3. What is this?
4. What is that?
5. Mama

I don’t even get how he knows how to say (and use) “what is this” but won’t repeat anything I ask him to say… oh well. I’ve heard so many stories about kids talking after they are two (or even close to three). It’s hard to know what’s going on with him when he’d rather screech than say “Mama help!” Maybe we’ll just go see what a speech therapist has to say about it so I can quit worrying.