It’s the seventh week of school for Randall, and he continues to surprise us with his new skills. He worked out his 9-piece vehicle puzzle all by himself on Wednesday. He was pushing his own stroller in the playground yesterday and couldn’t stop. He put himself in daddy’s shoes and reached for the doorknob. He didn’t even ask me for help, looks like he’s ready to go out alone:) He unzipped his jacket as soon as he entered the apartment. He took off his diaper to get ready for shower. He put his arm through one of the sleeves of his sleeper. Well, it was just the wrong one. And best of all, he gave his teacher, Liz a cheerful kiss goodbye and a big hug before leaving school. Read more…
Is it simply a matter of quantitative to qualitative change in his development, or is it the school that has accelerated the progress? There’s no way to know yet, but a whole of lot things did happen in just this one week. Nesting boxes, stacking rings, watering can, sand bucket, installing batteries, card insert in the wallet, and scooter! He had hardly played with his scooter since his unsuccessful try on the first day of getting it. Yesterday morning he just noticed it, got onto it and then “go”.
Oh, I forgot to mention that he had his first word. “What’s his name?” a girl asked me as we were playing together in the sand box, pointing to Randall. Just as I turned back to him and said “his name is Randall”, I heard a cheerful and loud reply “YEAH!”.
“Oh, no, he swallowed my ring.” I jumped out of the bed, screaming the words I never thought I’d utter. Randall had woken up a few minutes earlier and had started playing with my rings just as usual, by taking them off and putting them back on my fingers time after time. I wasn’t alerted when he put one of the rings into his mouth. We always thought he was not the type that would swallow such things.
But he did. By accident. He was lying down on his back, and the ring slid into his throat. He gagged, and for that one second I was hoping he would cough the thing out. But it was gone. He swallowed it.
Randall seemed just fine as we rushed to emergency room, probably just wondering why we had taken a taxi trip without his schoolbag. I was so scared that I even avoided searching google, usually the first thing I’d turn to whenever something new came up with my son. The online results could be comforting, or could be worrying. Then there came a relief when the nurses at the reception laughed, “he will pass it out”.
He would, the doctor confirmed, after the Randall’s first X-ray pictures showed that the ring was in his stomach. Sunday morning, as I was going through his fourth poop diaper in two days, I got my ring back.
Randall enjoys being at the playground a lot more now. He can climb up and go down the slide all on his own and often gets very excited and does it over and over again. Mum suggested going to Central Park on Sunday and was hoping that the trees there had taken on autumn colors, but unfortunately it was still too warm. Well, the fallen leaves were not bad and Randall looked absolutely gorgeous with his Columbia hat. Randall fell in love with this bottle. We haven’t seen him have so much water in a day since the end of Summer.
Randall also got a lot more verbal this week but was still speaking his alien language. He picked up a new body language though. When being offered things he doesn’t want, he has stopped pushing them away angrily. He would just shake his head, and occasionally with an unclear word of “no”. It was hilarious that after a 4-year-old girl talked with mum for a couple of minutes Randall burst into a long “sentence” as he was facing another kid.
We went to the Children’s Museum again this weekend, but Randall didn’t seem to enjoy it for long. We couldn’t figure out why but we did figure that when he looks for doors or exits or elevators it means he would like to leave.
We went to Children’s Museum of Manhattan for the first time this afternoon. Randall had great fun with the cave and a whole lot of other things.