Category Archives: The Boy

Sure, The Thirteen-Month Post Is Two Days Away, But I Feel Like Sharing

Liam said “truck” on Friday while playing with his local grandparents. Later that night, when HRH told him that the dishes were swimming in the sink, Liam looked at him and said, “ssimmingsinsing.” Blink, blink. Okay, so now it’s officially time to watch what we say, because he’s at a point where he can echo it very closely.

Yesterday he finished the water in his cup, and held it out to HRH. When HRH had taken it from him, Liam pointed at the empty cup and made his “more”/”give to me” sign, which closely resembles the popular “bring it on” motion of closing fingers into a fist over and over. So HRH got up and went into the kitchen to refill the cup while Liam waited quietly in the living room. (This in itself is a big thing. Usually when we leave the room with an empty bowl or cup he gets very upset, as if we’re taking away a full one or something.) HRH came back and held it out to the boy, who reached up for it with a big happy smile and then drank noisily. “I thought my heart was going to burst,” HRH said later. “My son asked me for more water.”

And he’s using his Thomas the Tank Engine ride-on toy as a walking aid. He walks along in the living room pushing Thomas along in front of him. Of course, then he wants to see Thomas’ face, so he drops back to all fours to scurry around front and give him a kiss. But there’s definite walking.

So it’s official: we have a toddler. Yes, he’s taken a step here or there from hand to hand or from table to bookcase, but this is the real thing.

Days Five And Six

What do you know: three fish, still very alive.

We may have winners. The aquarium additives have probably helped a lot too.

If we get to Sunday with no losses, we will have a little fish party. There will be party hats. No, really. Noisemakers would be nice, but useless, because, you know, there’s that whole underwater thing.

Cellists Don’t Count

Last night I went out with some other Band People (TM) to the Montreal Musician and Musical Instrument Show. Since three quarters of the exhibitors were luthiers, I was looking forward to seeing, if not actually playtesting, some electric cellos. In particular, Vector Instruments, a Nova Scotian maker of electric instruments of the violin family, was going to be there. I’d been researching their stuff recently, and if no one else had anything, at least they would. And I was in the mood to mess about with one. This is a big thing — it takes me a while to psych myself up to test instruments, particularly in public places.

There were a grand total of — wait for it — zero cellos there. Anywhere, in any of the rooms or halls. Traditional or otherwise. There were violins (trad and electric), basses (ditto), but if you’re a cellist, you apparently have no place anywhere in or around the jazz festival.

I wasn’t as bothered about it there as I was by the time I got home. Thinking about it on the metro made it worse, for some reason.

On the other hand, there were a surprising number of saxophones, flutes, clarinets, and accordions among the other expected string instruments. There were bassoons, for heaven’s sake. And drum kits being played by four and five year olds who had better coordination than I could demonstrate in the same situation. I had fun watching them, and looking at the beautiful beautiful work-of-art guitars, and watching Jan and the Baron play pretty things, and hanging out with everyone’s mother’s favourite guitarist and Ceri until the show closed.

The one piece of information I gathered that was directly applicable to my instrument was from the reps for Schatten Design, Canadian makers of pickups for various acoustic instruments, specifically the cello pickup. The reps were informative and friendly, and promised me a money-back guarantee if I tried it out and didn’t like it. They also told me that if I ordered it within the next week and mentioned that I’d talked to them at the exhibition, they’d ship it to me free of charge. It’s fifty dollars more than the ubiquitous Fishman C-100 pickup, but I’m more inclined to test it because of the support offered by the makers. Part of my resistance to the Fishman comes from the fact that it’s what the local guitar salespeople try to sell me, and they know guitars, not cellos, so when I ask them for more details they can’t tell me anything but keep trying to sell it to me irregardless. (Yes, yes, I know, it’s my birthday soon, and I’m not buying anything for myself until it’s well past, just in case someone has taken it into their head to do something extravagant. More evidence proving that I can learn.) And the Schatten is Canadian, too; I like that.

And because I’ve had several less than stellar days in a row, here is a terrific picture of Liam that makes me laugh every time I see it. I hope it brightens your afternoon as well, in the last hour before the weekend arrives!

Liam News

New today: “Hi, duck.”

Well, it came out more like “hi, duh”, but it was very definitely a salutation to a bath toy I was using to distract him while I changed his diaper.

More sneaky standing alone when he thinks no one’s watching, and taking a furtive step from one piece of furniture to another without holding on. Sometimes I think that he waits to make sure no one’s directly observing before he does anything like this, just in case it goes wrong and he gets frustrated. It’s like he’s preparing a surprise or something: No watching! Not till I’ve got it right and you can clap for me!

And the new not-so-fun game: dropping toys over the child gates only to realise that he can’t get them back, which conjures up a minor tantrum because they are being Kept Apart, and No One Understands.

Swan Sister Update

Thank you, Liam, for sleeping a full two hours so that I could handle correspondence and news, brainstorm a bit on what I might do with the potential book I’ve been offered, and then spend forty-five minutes writing for myself.

Total word count, Swan Sister: 20,297
Total new words today: 1,605

And the story has just taken an interesting direction. Well, something had to happen before the next plot point. And it’s directly related to the theme and overarching plot of the second part of the book, so it’s all good. More rituals coming up, though. Sigh.