Toddler Obsessions

21 11 2009

Hugo has many obsessions of late. Sometimes they last a day, sometimes much, much longer, but they all seem pretty random to Juan and I. All of a sudden, he’ll look at an something and declare “I love [insert random object or idea]!” and that is the kiss that seals the deal.

Lately, Hugo has fixated on:

  • His toy cars. His box of cars, a medley of Hot Wheels, Lego cars, and some other Things That Go, brings him more comfort and joy than any other thing right now. It’s the first thing he wants to do when he wakes up in the morning.
  • Necklaces. Usually mine, but he also has some fetching mardi gras beads that he digs.
  • London. I think this came from his Paddington Bear book, along with fragments of conversations between Juan and I discussing a possible vacation in the Spring.
  • His pet snake Rick. He loved this snake hard and fast, and after a week of needing it with him at all times, it is dead to him now.
  • Tea. He loves to drink fruit tea, after which he always smacks his lips and say “How refreshing!”

 I can see that these things offer him comfort, even if  I don’t understand the genesis of the passion. Last night we were at a party where he didn’t know many people, the music was loud, and his attempts at socializing with the other kids his age were tragically unsuccesful. I was walking around with him for a bit, and he looked up at me forlornly and said, “I want my cars.” (Actually, he said, “I want my tars,” but I don’t want to mock his speech afflictions. Whoops, I just did.)



17 11 2009

We are once again woefully behind on the blog. We haven’t even told you about our Halloween!

Hugo was a dragon. A purple dragon. I bought his costume at a thrift store ages ago (July? August?), and was a little worried that he wouldn’t agree to wear it. His first two Halloweens, Hugo was fairly pliable and we had no problem putting him in whatever costume we chose. He now is in possession of many, many opinions and I wasn’t sure it would be so easy.

I turns out I needn’t have worried. Hugo loved his costume and loved asking everybody he met, “What you be for Halloween?”

First Ever Trick-or-Treat

For the past few years we have gone with friends to a local street that shuts down to cars and celebrates with haunted houses, music and a general carnivalesque atmosphere, but this was the first year that we actually took Hugo trick or treating. It was only on our block, with neighbors that we mostly knew, but it revealed something equally charming and disconcerting about our son. We coached him on trick or treat protocol in advance, hinted at the reward in his future, and let him knock away. As soon as anyone opened a door, Hugo dashed past them and straight through their house. Mind you, we really don’t know these folks that well. Everyone was understanding, but we definitely need to encourage a little bit of stranger wariness in Hugo.

The rest of the evening was spent doling out the candy he had collected. Hugo has had very little experience in the ways of candy and I could see the sugar rush hit him: all of a sudden he started jumping up and down and saying, “wow, wow, wow…” We managed to make it home in one piece, despite it all.

I’m wondering how many Halloweens we have left in which we get to pick his costume. I’m hoping at least one more!

Rainy Day

15 10 2009

Yesterday the storm hit San Francisco and we were housebound. Housebound with a toddler in scary indeed,  so it was time to pull out projects and games and all sorts of things I’ve been keeping up my sleeve during the warm months when Hugo was perfectly content to waterboard himself with the garden hose and shoo flies around the yard.

Part of the afternoon was occupied with a tea party, complete with muffins and scones. I don’t think he would even know the first thing about a tea party were it not for his beloved Max and Ruby. Ruby loves herself a tea party and so does Hugo:

Funny Guy

6 10 2009

I know that we have been remiss in updating here, so I wanted to share Hugo’s first joke. We were playing with his play farm, and we were putting everyone to bed in the barn.

I heard Hugo say to his Little People, “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the cows bite….”

Once he saw that his crack got a good rise out of us, he couldn’t stop himself from repeating it, ad nauseum.

Piñata Chronicles

6 08 2009

Piñata Part II

Hugo and I went for our yearly trip to choose a birthday piñata. The pickings were certainly slimmer this year and I was forced to choose from a selection of poorly designed simulacra of corporate licensed characters (Spiderman, Darth Vader, Thomas, Dora, et al.) The least offensive, the red car you see above, is, I believe a Pixar Disney character. Hugo didn’t recognize it as anything other than a big red car. A big red car he refused to relinquish the entire way home.
Piñata Part II

Last year’s model was tasteful and demure in contrast.

Piñata II

Happy Summer

3 07 2009

Summer Vacation

8 06 2009

We just arrived home from Mexico yesterday, all of us nut-brown and one of us (me) mosquito-bitten. We stayed in a resort that seemed to have been designed per the specific instructions of a focus group of 5-7 year olds. The kid’s pool was miles of water that reached Hugo’s waist, fountains, play structures, slides, wave pools, and well-positioned ice cream kiosks. I fear that Hugo has been spoilt for the San Francisco muncipal pools.

We managed to find some adventure and good food, despite the luxe resort living. A drive up the Nayarit Coast found us in a town we fell in love with, Lo de Marcos, and we’re tentatively planning a longer trip there. Shrimp, octopus and marlin were daily fare, and I think it will it will be a while before we cook seafood. We gorged on pineapples, mangos, and melons. But the highlight was definitely watching Hugo as his little head exploded with sheer fun.