Some things that William Likes

One of the downsides to living an hour away from my girlfriend is that I do not get to see William every day, or even half of the week. I get to see him for two days, three if I am lucky, out of the seven. This has the unfortunate side effect of it being hard to track his every day growth, or to watch him learn and discover what he likes and doesn't like as it happens. I miss out on a lot of his favorite things because I simply am not around to see what he likes. There are a few things I have learned about his list of favorite things however, and I will share them with you.

Favorite Song: William has quite a few favorite songs, the most adorable being "If you're happy and you know it" and "Old McDonald" because he has found a way to sing along with them. The most bizarre of his favorite songs is "Rock of Ages" by Deff Leppard. I have no idea why. One weekend it had played on the radio and he pointed at my speakers and said "Button again." I asked him if he wanted the song again and he said "yeah." He will bob his head, move his arms, sing along, and (most adorably) put his hands over his mouth and laugh when the lead singer laughs at the end of the song.

Favorite Show: There are many people who claim a child should not have television until he/she is over two years old. My girlfriend and I have not had the option to remove it, but I've seen enough to know that the television has had an impact on him, and a largely positive one. When he does watch T.V it is almost always "Noggin", and only the shows we have approved of. (I despise Thomas the Train engine.)  His favorite show is Caillou, a four year old cartoon child who happens to have about as much hair as fuzzy wuzzy. I don't see the appeal, but it's had a huge impact on him wanting to be a "big boy" and he often mentions "Caillou pee pee" ("Pee pee like Caillou" from what I can translate.) when he goes to use the potty.

Favorite Toy: This is a tough one. William's two favorite toys are cars and balls. Give him any one of these and he will be content for a good amount of time. I would put a great amount of money into a toy that somehow combined the two. A big car with detachable balls for wheels? Would probably lose the wheels within a week. Never mind.

These are all I can think of at the time. He doesn't really have a favorite food, or color, or place to play. I'm sure I'll learn more as he continues to grow.

William's manners

As a parent I feel that one of my main lessons to William should be how to have civil interactions with other people in order to get things that he wants, live happily, make others happy, and coexist peacefully with anyone, even if they do not share the same civil code. Although I hope to achieve this by living by example quite often my girlfriend and I need to take him aside and talk to him, hoping his almost two year old mind comprehends the gist of what we are saying. At the moment our lessons revolve around the use and meaning of three phrases: Please, thank you, and excuse me.

Thank you was the first one of these that William learned, as usually we would give him things because he didn't know the words to ask for them. Most of the time his "thank you" comes out more of a "doo you" but we get the point. Somewhere along the way though he learned that "You're welcome" means that he needs to say "Thank you" again. This has lead to great car discussions where either his mother or I will give him something, he will say "thank you", we will say "you're welcome", then he will say "thank you" because we said "you're welcome" because he said "thank you", so we will say "you're welcome" because he said "thank you" because we said "you're welcome" because he said "thank you". Rinse and repeat until a car ride is over.

In theory please is the easiest form of manners to learn. If you want something you say "please", and then the other person shares it with you. In practice there are 2 ways this goes wrong. The first is that kids don't always want to share (and in truth don't need to share, if it is theirs it is theirs, not Williams) and then the lesson is that "please" doesn't get you anywhere. This is a hard lesson, as I have to teach William that in some cases it's ok not to share, because he doesn't have a right to everything, nor do kids have a right to everything of his. The second, and most challenging, way that it goes wrong is when William thinks please can get him away with taking things. Using the dreaded word "Mine" he will take something, and then proceed to say "Please" as if that will make up for the fact he took something that is not his.

The third, and final, lesson that William has learned is "Excuse Me." His first use of this was when we were in the mall playplace yet again. A older child (who was too old to be in the play place by the height chart) was playing with a ball game on the wall. It was a simple maze with three balls that you can move along the different paths. William went over to the boy on the opposite side and tried to play with one of the balls. The kid promptly moved in his way. William walked to the other side. The kid moved in his way. At around this time I went over to William and said, loud enough for the other child to hear, "Hey William, you should say 'excuse me' to the boy, and maybe he will share one of the balls with you, as he doesn't need all three to do what he is doing." William went over and said "Cooze me" in the most adorable voice, which caused the little boy to jump onto the game, his whole body covering it, and gave out a high pitched squeal. I decided I'd take William out for ice cream in order to make sure at least some of the lesson got through.

All of these lessons are still hard. William has had little interaction with other kids, and is used to having things be his. We went to Chuckie Cheese the other day and he was playing on a basketball hoop game. A little boy walked over within 5 feet and William stopped smiling, stared at him, screamed at him and shook his hand at him. We picked him up and left, telling him that until he learns how to at least share the air with other kids he wouldn't be going to play places like that any more.

William's Second Christmas Part 1

Woah, it's been a good bit of time since I've updated. I have a lot to write, but I suppose I will get to that in time. For now I will entertain you all with the tale of the first christmas I had with William: Christmas 2011.

William has grown quite a bit since the last time I have talked about him. He can speak with quite a few more words, and he has grown in his understanding of the world in numerous ways, including how to play with toys. For a few months he has been fascinated by cars. "Car" has replaced "Ball"on the list of things I can anticipate hearing at least 50 times a day.

Switching gears, but keeping in mind William's fascination with cars, our focus will change to the Holiday we spend two months preparing for: Christmas.

I'm not sure how much William knows about Santa. We've tried to explain it to him, but the concepts seem to be over his understanding at the moment. This detail would not distract him from his presents however.

At 8 Oclock the festivities began, with us telling William to go downstairs, and with William not really knowing to expect presents. We emptied his stocking in front of him and he immediately grabbed the Optimus Prime helmet, along with two straws. All of the other toys at the moment did not matter, as he wanted to wear the helmet and run around with the straws shouting "PEW PEW!" At his mother and I.

It was with some gifts that I learned the number one role of being a dad of young children during christmas: I had to build everything. No matter what it is, a car ramp, cardboard blocks, bike etc, it was up to me to put it together. On a completely unrelated topic, do you know a fully built toy to a toddler is like a red flag to a bull? It's like a siren call, a siren that is soon to be destroyed by a toddlers destructive grasp.

As the morning progressed, and more present unwrapping occurred, William became overwhelmed with the multitude of gifts that had come his way. He took to playing mostly with the big toys, and as we were playing upstairs I took this moment to bring the smaller toys down to his toy box. My plan was working perfectly until attention was drawn to me. Caught red handed, a rocking horse in hand, William stared at me and started to cry. Amidst his tears I took the toy downstairs, at which point he gladly went back to his rocking tricycle.

Wrapping up the first part of Christmas, which at the time of writing I am now two months late for, William did do one other thing of note. As my girlfriend and I cuddled on the couch, content in watching  whatever was on TV at the time, William came up to us and started beckoning us to play with his new toys, despite the fact for the greater part of the past 3 hours we had played with him. Of course how can you say no to this face?