December & 14 Months

Mark, November 2013, Ottawa

Mark, Novem­ber 2013, Ottawa

On Decem­ber 12, Mark is cel­e­brat­ing his 14-month-old birthday.

When I look at last year’s pic­tures at the same date (like this one, that one or that one), I can’t believe it’s the same kid. But it really is—Mark has never been away from me long enough to be switched with another baby.

Mark is walk­ing every­where now, prefer­ably towards:

1) My lap­top (“non, Mark, non!”)

2) Any­thing colour­ful in stores (too bad it’s Christ­mas dec­o­ra­tions time… it makes our shop­ping trips very inefficient!)

3) Shelves and cup­board (and every­thing ends up on the floor).

We had a busy month:



And of course, Mark dis­cov­ered snow.

I told him about Santa Claus (and his French brother, le Père noël). The first time we went to the mall after that and that we bumped into a Santa Claus, he froze. For a sec­ond, I though “wow, that kid is bright, he under­stood every­thing I told him!” And then Mark moved toward the metal poles around Santa Claus and pro­ceeded to hug them for a good ten min­utes. That’s right, ladies and gen­tle­men: I have the only kid fas­ci­nated by metal poles!

Mark is very assertive these days and com­plains a lot if he doesn’t get what he wants. Drag­ging him away from those metal poles or what­ever he fan­cies leads to mini-tantrums. For a while, I put him in shop­ping carts but he no long likes it—he’d rather walk. And grabs any­thing within reach.

He eats a bit of every­thing (and throws some to the floor). He loves cereal bars (some crum­ble eas­ily, I keep those for when we go out, I ain’t clean­ing the kitchen floor again!), car­rots and pota­toes, rice and noo­dles and those pureed fruits pouches.

He dis­cov­ered “talk­ing toys” and likes them. Me, not so much. These “Peek­a­boo friends! We are going to see the beach and the deep blue sea…” and “Elmo’s got five crayons!” are invad­ing my sleep. But hey, what­ever keeps him busy…

Gen­er­ally speak­ing, Mark likes any­thing new. The portable heater we put in his room is his new best friend, and so is any­thing we for­get is within his reach (he’s got long arms!)—keys, remotes, etc.

His new trick is point­ing to the sky (or the ceil­ing) and go “oooh…” as if he spot­ted some­thing unique and mysterious—most of the time, it’s just the light, really. Or maybe he sees God and when don’t know it. I hope not. Poor kid, wouldn’t want him to turn mystic.

He still screams (very annoy­ing) and doesn’t speak much yet (not our lan­guage, any­way). I’ve heard it was com­mon for kids exposed to sev­eral lan­guages to start talk­ing a bit later. We mostly speak Eng­lish at home, but I talk to him in French and his in-laws speak Chi­nese. He under­stands the three lan­guages but he may be a bit lost in translation!

Over­all, he is grow­ing up fine. I think. Not that I know what I’m doing…


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


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  2. I had the several-languages-at-home con­ver­sa­tion with an acquain­tance once. He told me that his own kids didn’t seem to have spo­ken any later in his case (2 lan­guages) but his friend, whose chil­dren were exposed to 3 lan­guages (chi­nese, french and another euro­pean lan­guage I for­get) had spo­ken a bit later com­pared to the aver­age. Once it started though, there was no prob­lem at all.

    Maybe 3 is a big step while 2 is still rel­a­tively easy… but what is a few months now com­pare to the few years we need, later, to learn for­eign languages!!!

    To me the big ques­tion is: is he going to get the Québé­cois accent? I still can’t make myself accept that my chil­dren could get it! 😀

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