Several times now, while my son was breastfeeding, I put my arm over his mother’s shoulders, and he, without changing his disposition or refocusing his eyes, slowly moved his little hand to mine, gripped my finger or whatever he happened to reach, and removed my hand — with a coldness and gravitas that were he not a 20-something pound baby, I would find downright frightening.
Apparently, my not-yet-two-year-old son has a not-yet-two-year-old girlfriend at nursery school. They hold hands, and go for walks to different corners of their classroom. I’m told that when he slipped and fell (no big deal), his girlfriend, frightened, ran to her mother and mimed falling down in an effort to communicate what had happened.
Family Friday. After an autumn rain. Looking for slender trees in the park, and shaking them to the delight of my 1.5 yo.
— Двадцятидворічний Ярослав Скасків загинув у бою з німецькими фашистами 19 липня 1944 року. Тоді фронт проходив через ці землі. У „Літописі УПА“ написано, що Провід ОУН перебував недалеко від Прибина в селі Старі Стрілища, а боївка оборони була в лісі поблизу. Відступаюча з фронту німецька частина перетинала село, тож ухилитися від зіткнення було неможливо. Намагаючись відступити до лісу, штаб прийняв нерівний бій, врятуватися в якому не було шансів. У результаті бою загинули два провідники — краєвий референт ОУН Юліан Гулян, псевдо Токар, і обласний провідник ОУН Ярослав Скасків, псевдо Моряк.
3 вересня 2017 року в селі Прибин на Перемишлянщині освятили відновлений військовий меморіал полеглим невідомим воїнам УПА — 11 пам’ятних хрестів. Серед тих поховань — могила студента-відмінника хіміко-технологічного факультету Львівської політехніки обласного провідника ОУН Ярослава Скасківа.
On September 3, 2017, a reconstructed military memorial was dedicated to the fallen unidentified UPA soldiers – 11 memorable crosses in the Peremyshlyan region in the village of Pribin. Among those burial places is the grave of the student-specialist of the chemical-technological faculty of Lviv Polytechnic of the OUN Regional Leader Yaroslav Skaskiv.
Twenty-two-year-old Yaroslav Skaskiv died in a fight with the German fascists on July 19, 1944. Then the front passed through these lands. In the “Chronicle of the UPA” it is written that the OUN’s wires were not far from Pribinka in the village of Stari Strilishka, and the combat bunker was in the forest near. The German side, retreating from the front, crossed the village, so it was impossible to avoid the collision. Trying to retreat to the forest, the headquarters took an unequal battle, to escape in which there was no chance. As a result of the battle, two leaders died – regional adviser of the OUN Julian Gulyan, pseudo Tokar, and the regional leader of the OUN Yaroslav Sakasov, pseudo Mariner.
We counted. Including animal sounds, my 1 1/2 year old speaks (or has spoken) about 40 words. Incomplete list:
kurka (chicken / bird)
xriu xriu (oink oink)
bliblibli (turkey noise)
how how (woof woof)
titsa (mother’s milk)
My son’s favorite keyboard key (so far) is Caps Lock – because it lights up.
Our son nearly floored his mother and me with astonished pride by pointing to the logo on our refrigerator and pronouncing the letter A. Then, as if to show it wasn’t a fluke, he did the same with the letter D.
I helped him with the rest — R, then O. Then the whole word: “A R D O”.
He spent the next few minutes saying “Ardo.”
It could be a television commercial.
First he played with his truck on the bed beside me. Then he drove the truck over my back as I still tried to sleep. And only then did he pry my eyelid open to see if anyone was home.
Thanks, little guy. I should have taken the hints. My bad.
My three and a half year old niece: “You should stop calling him baby Danny, because maybe he doesn’t like being called ‘baby’.”
My 10 months old son had a difficult day last Sunday. First he fell (nothing serious), then he bit down too hard on one of his toys, then he bonked himself in the head with the spoon which we have him as consolation. ( He sometimes prefers dinnerware to toys.)
On Monday, he woke up with a very serious demeanor. I imagined him to be contemplating the years ahead together with his discovery of how cruel unforgiving the world can be. To the surprise of my wife and I, his air of seriousness did not abate. He took no solace in toys or baby sounds.
Only in the evening, did bath-time finally break the spell, and he again started smiling and laughing.
My son bumped his head today. I’m not sure how aware he was that hard surfaces exist in the world.
Anyway, once he was in his mother’s arms, he babbled through his tears with such earnestness and intensity, he could have been describing all the injustices in the world. We’d never heard him go on like that. It was by far the most expressive proto-speach we’d heard from him yet.