radegund: (swans)
I don't know if you've noticed, but it is totally, utterly, ALL about dragons. They have actually ... are you ready for this? ... replaced trains in the hierarchy of Oisín's interests.

One of the things he clearly enjoys is Being An Expert. He was an expert on trains, and now he's an expert on dragons - which is easier, in many ways, given their imaginary status. For instance, he tells me that there are two types of dragon: Crickadid and Medellid. The difference is something to do with the anatomy of their wings (I'm not entirely clear on this, but he is).

Then there are rat-dragons.

Oyster: You think you see a rat, Mama!
Mama: Oh, my goodness. A rat! In my house!
Oyster: *solemnly raises arms*
Mama: Oh! You're not a rat at all! You have wings! What sort of creature are you?
Oyster: A rat-dragon! [pronounced, still, wat-dwagon, which IME pushes the cuteness to dangerous levels]
Mama: A dragon! Help!
Oyster: No, a rat-dragon. Don't worry, we're friendly.

The rat-dragon who visits us most frequently is Kol, who besides being friendly is vegetarian (at first he'd illustrate this for me: a sign depicting some vegetables, and a sign depicting a human with a diagonal line through it). When Unny is Kol, I am Looka, and Fiachra is my baby Tricka.

Kol lives in rat-dragon world [pronounced werreld], which is ruled over by the evil Lord Dragon, King of the Rat-Dragons, a normal (i.e. non-rat) dragon who subsists on a diet of sisters-and-milk. He arrives sometimes and threatens to eat my sister, but I refuse to tell him where she is. (He doesn't seem to have realised yet that my having a sister means I am a sister...) A couple of weeks ago Lord Dragon underwent a dramatic rehabilitation, wherein it turned out that he'd been under a spell, which Kol managed to break. It doesn't seem to have stuck, though. Recently, it has emerged that Kol is actually (or perhaps occasionally) Lord Dragon's wife.

Dragons eat curry, obviously. The dragon who arrives in the Winnie-the-Pooh world is called Inchy and gives the animals rides on her back while Kanga cooks her up a cauldron of curry. (Uncoincidentally, Oisín has become much more curry-friendly of late.) In a later story, Inchy helps to save Pooh from Lord Dragon, who has come to the Forest to hunt bears. They hide in a volcano and trap Lord Dragon temporarily until the Wood Dragon and the Leaf Dragon can come and make a tree around him.

When I can grab another few seconds, I'll post pictures of the Hallowe'en dragon costume (which turned out rather well, though I say it as shouldn't) and some choice examples of draconic art.
radegund: (swans)
Two conversations that I want to remember:

In the car, on a morning after far too little sleep
Unny: Mama, please tell me a story.
Mama: I'm sorry, love, I don't think I can tell you a story. I'm very tired, and I need to concentrate on driving so I get us home safely.
Unny: But! The airbags!
[Perhaps oddly, I kind of love this response. It seems to betoken a sense of trust, of there being a safety net, that I feel is very valuable to a four-year-old. That said, I did explain gently that airbags might not keep us totally safe, and that a crash might injure other people too...]

In which I fumble a textbook response
Unny: What will happen when I am eight?
Mama [mind whirring in search of Just The Right Thing To Say]: Oh, I think it'll be great when you're eight, because you're so brilliant now, and I'm sure when you're eight you'll be doing fabulous things, and I can't wait to see what they are!
Unny [after solemn consideration]: Mama, if I do things that I'm not allowed to do, will they still be fabulous?
Mama [copping on]: Well, whatever you do - allowed or not allowed - you will still be fabulous. Nothing can change that.
radegund: (swans)
I'm just going to type this and post it, and not WORRY about including everything that's occurred to me in the last, oh, six months or whatever since I last did one of these. Bah perfectionism.

About my boys )
radegund: (swans)
As usual, I've left this for so long that I have an overwhelming amount of material that I want to post, mainly for my own remembering. You're more than welcome to wade through it, if you're keen...

Here it is )
radegund: (swans)
An unprompted observation by Oisín: The level crossing (in the garden) started out muddy, but it will get dry because the wind will blow across the mud, evaporating the water and turning it into water vapour...

(we assent, impressed)

...so we can have more air...

(because, as we were discussing earlier today, there's usually water vapour in air)

...so we won't die.

(He has our best interests at heart.)

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Earlier, he had us pretending to be Americans, which meant (among other things) that we had to say "freight cars" instead of "trucks", and "caboose" instead of "brake van". The term "coal wagon", I am informed, is used in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

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There are too many snippets like this languishing in my notes. I mean to start posting them sooner after they happen.
radegund: (swans)
A few days ago, [livejournal.com profile] niallm said, as part of some hiding game, "Who's that?", and the Oyster said, "It's your wonderful son!"

AND NOW HE'S THREE!!!

(Currently engrossed on the living-room floor with his new track and Thomas characters, wearing his new handpainted sunshine T-shirt, asking how to spell words like "truck" and "giggling". He's fantastic. I can't stop smiling at him.)
radegund: (swans)
Oh, god, it's been SO LONG since I wrote an oyster report (got pregnant about a month after the last one) that I'm going to have to break this one into chunks. I'll start with some of the conversations and observations we've had since last time.

Wit and wisdom of the Oyster )
radegund: (swans)
It's time for an Oyster Report. This one is outrageously long, I'm afraid, so please don't feel obliged to read all of it - as I've said before, I write these mostly as a record.

No, really, it is unconscionably long )
radegund: (swans)
High time for another Oyster Report, I think.

Hold onto your hats )

Deixis

Sep. 28th, 2006 03:11 pm
radegund: (swans)
Set-up 1: The Oyster has been a little gorilla for much of the afternoon. Mama and K (his grandmother) are big gorillas. Great satisfaction is had from making statements such as "big gorilla putting little gorilla's wellies on", "big gorilla using a rake and little gorilla using a spade" (yes, we're still up to our ears in the garden project).

Set-up 2: The Oyster is beginning to use possessive adjectives, but he hasn't figured out deixis yet, so he tends to use "my" to refer to things that belong to the person he's talking to ("put it on my plate - no, MY plate" [points at Mama's plate]).

Oyster: Unny put the stone in my bucket.
Mama: Yes, that's right, you put it in your bucket.
Oyster: No, my bucket!
Mama: Yes, but the thing is, if you say "my bucket", I say "your bucket" - because thaaaaat's deixis, boy!
Oyster: Daa-day-igah-g'illa!
Mama: My apologies. You're right, of course. That's deixis, gorilla.

You've got to get these things right, you know.

[This is cross-posted to Who Teaches Whom?, [livejournal.com profile] ailbhe's and my child-led learning blog.]
radegund: (swans)
Click here for details of the greatness )
radegund: (swans)
Of course, I forgot a squillion things when I wrote my last post, but you'll be delighted to learn that I've scribbled them down on a piece of paper, and you shall have them with all due speed.

DELIGHTED. Capisce?

More pearls from the Oyster-shell )
radegund: (swans)
I should've known that tagging an entry "oyster report" back in February would lead to my classic procrastination pattern: Oisín does something that I'd like to write about, but I think no, I'll wait until I'm writing the next Oyster report, and then I don't get around to it, and the Oyster report grows in my mind to unmanageable proportions, so that I can't possibly sit down to write it, because it would just take too long.

Eff that. )
radegund: (Default)
Here are some things that my marvellous son is doing as he enters his third calendar year. (This is very long and rambling, and mostly for my benefit, but some of his fans might like an update too.)

[ETA: I've thought of a few more things I wanted to note and added them without comment.]

The Oyster Report )