6/10 – Most of the recollections that exist of Otto have been mainly pictures with few words. I’ll write a bit more about the otto experience from this point forward.
Current observations of Otto. Like all new parents, each moment continues to surprise. The leaps in comprehension and communication that little boys and girls take in such a short time span are truly amazing.
Name association is a recent adventure. Traveling in the car last Saturday, I mentioned to Otto we were going to visit Chard at work. His quick reply was, “and Ang?” I was clueless that he had those connections together. I should know better. He can recite the whole crowd from daycare with the slightest provocation.
The brain processes many things simultaneously and creates new outcomes to match the situation. Words are synthesized to the most logical conclusion. The first word that float in the air are “Mama.” When that doesn’t have the desired affect, “Papa” is shouted. The determination in his voice is firm as he rattles off the third mythical beast in the series that will save him from the clutches of his current predicament – “MAAAAPAAAAA!”
Mama sings varying tones of no-no to Otto. The song twists and turns throughout most of the alphabet – po-po, mo-mo, co-co, bo-bo. The final salvo ends in lo-lo with mama dropping her voice as deep as it can go. Otto erupts with peels of laughter and she tones out the last phrase, descending deeper until her voice disappears.
Otto is on a mission to regain control from mama and papa when going to bed at night. The process has been mama and papa centric up to this point. A good deal of book reading, perhaps a little boob, a little rocking, and then sitting in the dark singing songs to the little man as he drifted off to the other side. But a trip to Albuquerque presented Otto with a new experience, little children manage to go to sleep on their own! Otto had tried to get us to do this earlier but he realized mama and papa were not quite ready for that step. But back from our journey to the south, Otto thought he would give us another try and see if we could work with him. Otto gets the benefit of books being read and songs being sung as we wind him down for the night. He sips on a cup of milk and begins to fall into the night. Otto gets whisked away to his waiting crib to read a few more books in his crib with his good friends, elmo, grover, and the lorax. The initial moments still hold some anxiety, but quickly fades away. I think it is more of an act to let mama and papa down just a bit easier as another chapter in his life moves forward.
Even now as I scribble on my paper, I try to remember the little events that slip through my mind. Maybe I’ll ask mama and write more about the past from the thoughts she throws out. Perhaps I will just focus on the future. A few more Otto tales before I move on.
Otto gets up in the morning and follows mama around as she gets ready for work. When the routine arrives back to the bedroom, he boosts himself back into bed next to me. He pulls the covers up, lies his head on the pillow, and says “night, night.”
The squeals of laughter echo through the house as bath winds down. I lift him out of the tub and envelope him in a towel dry him off. Released from my clutches, he goes stomping off to stalk the elusive mama in parts unknown. He turns the corner, spies mama, shifts the afterburners on with the right arm pumping, directly into mama’s arms. After a big squeeze, he wiggles himself free, turns around, and bolts out through the hallway. Arms waving above his head, little butt scampering away, screeching at the top of his lungs. Trying to simultaneously be captured and escape the evil clutches of papa.