Friday, March 26, 2010

Another night of bedtime FAIL! Tonight featured Mommy (Em) for the first period, then I nursed him for a second time, then Mommy again, then she took him for a walk in the Ergo in sheer desperation from 9:20pm to around 9:50pm, tried to put him in the crib once he was down, his leg got caught, then the cats were ridiculous and I had to try again and a third round of nursing and rocking and he finally went down at 10:25pm. My only hope is that this was a full 20 minutes earlier than last night, so if we keep up this trend, in just a short 9 days, we'll be back to east coast time. Sigh...

Coming back from the West Coast is such a disaster for children's sleep.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Is too much, let me sum up*

  • I am currently exiled to the bedroom because the first two times I tried to put the baby to bed this evening ended in such failure. This is try number two for Em and we have been trying for a collective 3 hours. I have decided to blame bedtime tonight on having arrived on a red eye from California yesterday morning and my kid believing it is 7pm right now and not 10pm.
  • Except for the above, I would say that bedtime and naps have been going really quite well, except for the whole Traffic Game problem, which means I can never ever say that.

  • X finally got around to learning to walk at 14.5 months, after 7 months of cruising. He apparently just didn't see any point in walking when he could get around just fine. Now at 17 months, he walks well, is trying to figure out running, climbs big people stairs only holding on to the railing with one hand, plays basketball (okay, so all he really does is throw a ball in a toddler basketball hoop, but he does it 20 to 30 times in a row and applauds himself after each shot), and is a big fan of downward facing dog.

  • He has acquired an obsession with balls (a.k.a. ballp. We have no idea why he has decided there is a p on the end. He is perfectly capable of saying ball without a p, he just chooses not to do so.) He has five or six different types of balls in the living room at any given moment and loves throwing them to us again and again. He also enjoys throwing them past the baby gate toward the kitchen and then begging us to retrieve them for him.

  • Which leads us to the next point, he has learned to say please. He has also discovered that smiling and tilting his head to the side while doing so gets an even better response. His first multi-word phrase was "ball please get". Now we are working on thank you once we get the ball for him.

  • My mother (Nana) taught him another important word/concept when we were visiting last month. I love her dearly but she will never be on time to anything in her entire life. After twenty minutes of us telling him that we would go to the museum as soon as Nana was ready, he proceeded to stand at her front door in his coat and boots, holding on to the knob, yelling "GO GO GO!" A new word for X, a familiar experience for his Mama.

  • He loves books. We are so happy. Our family of bookworms welcomes a new member. He brings books to us when he wants us to read to him. He also will pick up a book, sit down with it and turn the pages while talking to himself quietly (he's "reading" it to himself, just like his mommies). Last month, he fell asleep "reading" to himself for the first time. Cutest thing ever:

  • He is also obsessed with ducks, or "qacks" as he is wont to call them. He loves all images of ducks and all books about ducks. He is also willing to accept substitutions as long as they are close.

  • ....I return after my third and finally (!) successful attempt to put X to sleep. To sum up tonight's bedtime, five moms (Kate, Em, Kate, Em, Kate), four hours=sleeping child and bone tired moms. There is much else to say to sum up the last four months, but for now, this will have to suffice because it is 11pm and we haven't had dinner yet.
*title borrowed from The Princess Bride, by way of the awesome ladies at Two Hot Mamas

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Birthrights of Many Kinds

My mom was raised Methodist and my dad Jewish. When they had kids, my mom's mom (Grand Nana) said, "I don't care what you raise them, just raise them something." This was actually remarkably open of Grand Nana, a woman born in 1916 in southern Virginia, who to this day sometimes says things so not politically correct that all her children and grandchildren wince at the same time. My parents went with no religion until I (the older child) was in fourth grade. My brother and I had been attending a Quaker school (Religious Society of Friends) since Pre-K and my parents finally decided to take the leap and become Quaker, my father's comment being that it was the only non-organized religion he had encountered and that worked for him. My brother informed his first grade teacher that he was "signing up to be Quaker." This was actually fairly accurate, as we each were given the right to choose whether we thought this was the right choice for us. Quakers sit in silent worship, believing that God speaks directly to each person and there is no need for the intercession of a priest or minister.

Emily was raised Catholic. She was passionate about her Catholicism, the way she is passionate about pretty much everything in her life. She memorized the prayers, the psalms, the ritual. She very much wanted to be a priest when she grew up. She says that this was clearly the beginning of the end for her as a Catholic. She continued to become more disillusioned with the church over the years. When we met in high school, I began taking her to meeting (what Quakers call church). By college, she had chosen to be a convinced Quaker. I love that instead of "converting" to Quakerism, one is "convinced". Before we were married under the care of Brook.lyn, I transferred my membership and she became a member. X, as the son of two members in good standing of the Religious Society of Friends, is what is called a "birthright Quaker". The first in either of our families.

I have very little understanding of the Catholic ritual, so Emily tends to explain bits of it when we attend services. Today, at Great Aunt C.'s funeral, we sat in the sound proofed children's room in the church (an interesting invention, allowing babies to have fits and not bother the other parishioners) and Emily told X, "Look, honey, now the priest in going to do magic." And to our birthright Quaker son, I think that must be what the Catholic service looks like, magic. A man in a robe sings and waves his hand and waves smoke making machines in the air and informs people he has changed water to wine and bread to flesh. But Catholicism is X's heritage, just as much as Judaism is, so I had better start learning about it, so I can help teach our son his past so that it can inform his future.

Friday, November 13, 2009

You Show Up

We are away from home. For the second time in two weeks, we have driven upstate to be with members of Emily's family. Two weeks ago, we drove up to visit her Great Aunt C., who had been doing poorly. The day we went up, Em's mom called and told us that she had gone to the hospital, so we visited her for two days in the hospital before going home. The hospital staff let X onto the critical care ward, which they probably shouldn't have done, but we greatly appreciated them letting us bring him to visit. He cheered up Great Aunt C., who told Emily that he was beautiful and looked smart (the highest compliment).

Sadly, we are back this weekend to attend Great Aunt C.'s wake and funeral. She died early on Wednesday morning. We rented a car from the same garage and are staying at the same motor lodge (10 rooms down) but life is very different. She was a great lady, so smart and opinionated and passionate. I only knew her a few years, but I miss her a great deal. She and her husband didn't have children, so she was very close to her sister's children, especially Emily's mother. Grandma (Emily's mom) was able to be with her this past few days, which I hope was a comfort, although it was very hard for Grandma.

X doesn't understand what it going on, but brings a smile to everyone's face when he enters the room, which is a very good service he is providing. He slept for about half the wake this afternoon and was then quite content to have Grandpa carry him around the funeral home (which his Great Grandpa used to own) and discuss everything they saw. He has gotten to meet the last of his great aunts and uncles whom he had not yet met, which has been nice. We have tossed his schedule to the wind in the evenings, because it is really impossible to walk away from family early enough to start bedtime at an hour when everyone else is just starting to eat dinner. He is coping admirably and we will get back on the bedtime schedule horse when we get home on Sunday.

Everyone keeps saying how wonderful and thoughtful we are for coming to visit Great Aunt C. as often as we did (which really wasn't that often, just twice in the last year). And Emily and I just keep saying, "But that's just what you do. You show up." I really hope this is a lesson that X learns from us. When it's family (blood or chosen), you show up. It's an over four hour drive and we're broke and renting a car costs a lot, but that isn't the point. You show up.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Strange Searches

This past February, when I was in the middle of my first nursing crisis, I wrote a post about my lovely mother-in-law and her helpfulness in calming me down and sending me off in the right direction in order to address the supply problem I was having. Without even thinking about it, I called this post " and Bo.obs" except without the dots. This became relevant last night, when I checked out the report from Ana.lytics for the first time in many months and discovered that, in one form or another, " Bo.obs" was the most common search that lead someone to our blog. Two hundred and fifty-two times, random people searched for what I can only assume was slightly bizarre po.rn and found our blog instead. I think I'm going to go change the title of that blog post now.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Hark, There Be Wild Things

Emily informed me a few minutes ago that I should write about the movie we went to see this afternoon. So, here I am, writing about the movie we went to see this afternoon. I'm a very obedient wife!

Uncle very kindly took the baby for the afternoon, so we could have some time to regain the parts of our sanity lost over the last week of sick, cranky baby. We took a long walk, lay down in the park on our coats and stared at the sky (well, I stared at the sky, she read Foucault) and went to see "Where the Wild Things Are".

First off, it is not a kids movie, it is a movie about childhood. I really don't think I would take a child much younger than late elementary, early middle school to this movie. It has lots of scary bits. However, I highly recommend it to the older set. It is beautifully made and so well written. To be fair, I've had a bit of a love affair with Dave Eggers since I read "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius", so I was prepared to like the writing. I don't want to ruin the movie for those who haven't seen it yet, so I will just say it is definitely worth your time to go see it. Emily reflected at the end on the poor PA who had to vacuum the muppets during the shoot. I reflected on how I viewed it differently as a parent than I think I would have before X was born.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

One Year Molar for the WIN!

And just to make life interesting, Emily called down the hall this morning while changing his diaper. Guess who just had their first one year molar break through during the night? The poor baby, his entire head hurts.