A Nice Day At Floyds Fork

Cecelia and I went to the park today, got muddy, and had a blast chasing fish and throwing rocks.

Today was a gorgeous day in Louisville. A little windy for Cecelia’s tastes, but once we got out of the open areas, we were fine. She had a fun time learning about the outdoors and is super-adventurous and inquisitive. Afterward, we went and played on the playground, then went and watched people fly kites and dogs play. An ideal afternoon for a 1-year-old before coming home, grabbing a bottle and a nap.

Cecelia playing in the stream from Michael Musgrove on Vimeo.

So Much To Do

Quick update on SCM

Cecelia’s been a busy girl, as have her parents, so the website’s a little dusty. But there’s material to contribute, just not enough time.

Cecelia’s vocabulary is expanding noticeably now. She went through a brief period last week with a cold and a molar coming in that was causing some major distress, but other than that, she’s healthy as a horse. She’s getting stronger, which of course is good, and more strong-willed, which can be good and can be bad. Regulating it is the trick. She’s discovered “drawing” which is exciting to me because that leads to writing and artistry of other sorts. I’m eager to see how her mind works. She’s super-smart, which she demonstrates all the time with understanding what Casey and I say to her. I already thought she was pretty smart, but now I think I was vastly underestimating her before. If she got Casey’s brains, we’ll be in good shape.

She’s about to get a pile of Christmas presents and has been enjoying the Christmas season. Lots of reflective, shiny baubles laying around, to insert into mouths, and new, fun toys like manger scenes and snowmen and silver bells and all sorts of Christmas crap. A lot of Christmas cookies, too.

She’s in full-on toddler-mode now. She acts like a baby sometimes when it’s time for bed, but that’s a security issue that we’re addressing. Otherwise, she has the toddler all in her. I’ve been having a ball spending time with her, and she’s been in a fantastic mood, despite the vexation by the erupting molar. Lots of playing and learning and exploring. With the temperatures being as cold as they are we’ve been watching a lot of Peppa Pig together, which we both enjoy. It’s a funny show that transcends little kids, which is rare for that genre. Most kids’ shows are garbage. And they’re getting churned out like sausage with the technology behind them and the money that can be made. But if Cecelia grows up with a British accent, that’s where it’s coming from. And the oinking.

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Cecelia Report

What’s Cecelia up to?

It’s been a while since a post, and quite a bit has been going on with Cecelia. Nothing Earth-shattering, but some things worth noting. She still likes to call pretty much any animal a dog. Obsessed with dog. Which is fine. WAY better than “cat.”

Her cousins Drew and Henry visited for around a week last week, so she was busy playing with them and hanging out. A trip to the zoo, a hike I believe, and lots of activity. She stays busy, which is great. She’s super-curious and observant.

Something I’ve noticed is that she has begun emulating Casey and me doing things. After she eats, for example, we always have a routine of wiping her clean, her table area, getting her out of the highchair and then wiping the seat area and floor, and everything else clean with sanitary wipes that she’s flung around. She loves feeding Annie when she thinks we aren’t looking and saying “uh-oh.” She’s already trying to outsmart us. And addicted to chocolate. She has a sample of some Ghirardhelli chocolate we had, and now she’s hooked. Not that that’s any surprise. Same with her affinity for Coca-Cola, which is omnipresent in this house thanks to my bad habit. And cheese. But now after she eats, she’ll go get the kitchen towel from the oven handle, and go wipe up in spots, and even wipe Annie after giving her food, and then go hang it up. And when I finish pushing her in her Cozy Coup, she’ll get out and shut the door behind her. Impressive that she’s completing the job rather than just getting out and taking off.

She’s also interested in throwing balls, and picked up pushing a ball around with a putter quite naturally. I’m hoping she’s a better athlete than I was. Having a medium build like I do makes a lot of men’s sports a little more challenging, but it could work in her favor as a female, and she has the same build I do. In fact, she is the same size as most girls a good bit older than she is. So, note to self: she may like field hockey. Physically, she’s really strong, and she’s beginning to stretch out some, rather than being a chubby little baby. When I rock her to sleep, her length is noticeably increasing. She’s about to outgrow her changing table.

She has gotten better at communicating via affirmative and negative signals, and says no and (sort of) yeah. But her range of sounds is growing; she just needs to start learning how to connect them in the right order.

She’s deciding what clothes to wear, and clearly is opinionated about things, not surprisingly. Her moods can change spontaneously, but for the most part, she’s a very happy child. She just went through a small teething spell, which was rough on everyone. Getting all her molars at once. But she’s rebounded like a champ.

She loves boogieing down, and is a dancer. I’m still exposing her the guitar, and she can pluck individual strings now, which is the right direction. And she’s interested, so I have a lot of optimism about her being a way better player than I am. Not that that’s a very high goal. She has a tamborine and a little cymbal shaker and some bamboo sticks I made,and will pick them up and start jamming. So she’s already got Justin Bieber beat as an act.

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Hide Your Kids, Hide Your Wife, Cecelia’s Coming

Hide your valuables. Cecelia’s on the loose.

13 Months

Hide your valuables.

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Cecelia has been a busy little thing recently, keeping her parents busy. Which explains why there hasn’t been much media being posted. She’s teething, and growing and in a stage where she needs a lot of attention and entertainment. Quality attention I can provide. Quality entertainment for a 13-month-old can be a tough request. Her attention span is about 1 second. Some of her favorite games are “pick me up and put me down” and “point at items, then denounce them when obtained.” She’s being fussy, in other words.

That’s totally normal, and although I’m sure she’s in discomfort from rapidly growing and teething, she’s going through a lot of cranial and chemical changes too which can cause some turbulence I would imagine. Although we have a primitive language we’re using to communicate, she, of course, has no actual vocabulary yet. That makes communicating frustrating for her as well as anyone in that situation. Some adults find themselves there, too. And as a result, she sounds the siren.

She hasn’t been interested in eating solid food lately as she previously was, so that’s a development we’re watching. That’s also a shame because I’ve been making a lot of really good stuff lately. We offer solutions and aid her in every way imaginable for her teething, and she’s a good sport about it, but I know it must be tough.

She’s always been active, but she’s also become very, very inquisitive and driven. She’ll risk life and limb to achieve her goal, which is admirable, but unnecessary. For example, in my office she ran a gauntlet trying to get back in the corner in a little hidey-hole that would have scared Indiana Jones. She’s getting into everything and she reminds me of a gremlin that vexes aircraft and other machinery. The photo above has her dumping out a Raspberry Pi computer I’m building and distributing my small screwdriver set around the basement while savoring the disgusting flavor of one of them. Nothing is safe anymore.

On a positive note, she’s shown a continued and growing liking for music and dance. I don’t expect her to be Joni Mitchell or Beyonce Musgrove but she has an affinity for music, not surprisingly. I had her playing with guitars before she could crawl. And she can already pluck strings and knows to use a pick to strum. She’s smart. Plus with my brainwashing there’s no way she’s not going to be into music. But she’s no one-trick pony. She’ll also bob and shake her head around and bounce up and down when she hears some of her favorite songs, which currently include: Scarlet Begonias, the theme song for StoryBots, (theme songs are big), and lots of disco, unfortunately. But she’s becoming quite the dancer, which I hope to capture some video of.