Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Sounds a bit dull for an active toddler, perhaps, but this can keep him occupied for a fabulously long time--often, a solid hour. Really.
It does sound like fun, and we certainly use enough digital photo memory anyhow... I'll plan on adding one this evening, as I have no photos yet for today and two napping boys.
Shall we give this new project three days, tops?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Hey, the belly doesn't look THAT big for this far along. I mean, 25 weeks? Not bad at all--
Oh...wait. There it is. Conveniently and coincidentally located near the latest ultrasound snaps.
Flattering camera angles make such the difference...now and for the next year or so.
Monday, December 6, 2010
And that was all this morning--before 11 a.m.!
And, of course, last week's incident:
Though perhaps I can blame his father for that one.
Yes, I can...at least partially.
I feel better now...but how will I feel in about 15 weeks, 1 day, when #2 is scheduled to arrive?
*With, yet again, apologies to The Simpsons.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, June 19, 2009
Most amazing of all: today marks the first day that Ben initiated play (as those child-rearing guys phrase it) before I left his daycare room. On Mondays and Wednesdays, he immediately sits down for his lunch, and on Fridays, he usually whines and/or cries and/or clings and/or looks absolutely stricken while I shove his food and sippy cups in the fridge. Yet, this morn, after the (cling-free!) fridge-shoving, I turned around to see him happily wheeling a toy shopping cart around the room. Shocking. He seemed content until the other Ben shoved him away from the cart and--insult to injury--stole the lone block that was inside. Of course, lead teacher reminded both Bens that "nice touches" were expected of them, which remarkably prompted Other Ben to look a bit ashamed and wander all of 16 inches away to play with Other Shopping Cart. And my Ben was still playing with his cart after I left the room (yes, I peek, every lovin' day).
Dearest Ben, have we turned over a new leaf with the daycare thing? Other Ben, where did you learn to glower like that?
Friday, June 5, 2009
And as for the word "e-mail": are we skipping the hyphen these days? Has it come to that, finally? At one point it was "electronic mail," and then "E-mail," and then "e-mail." Or is everyone else texting or twittering or whatever, and e-mail's just totally passe? I, for one, am sticking with "e-mail" and e-mail.
I think this is why I never took up journaling after 6th grade-ish. I think I need to get to bed...
I thought that I'd planned to post here more often, yet I see it's been (almost) 4 months since my last...and I'm only posting now because I likely will forget next Friday, when Ben is 15 months by the calendar. Ye gods...as Rob and I say nearly every day--as maybe most people with little ones think every day--where has the time gone? Walking, babbling, imitating, feeding himself...and Ben's really progressed as well (ha).
Well, Ben, you and I have a full (vacation) day tomorrow of garage sales and thrift stores, just in case your Da is laid off/fired soon; Guy must be fashionably dressed, and there are still a few things I'm hoping for that are a bit too pricey new (wagon, bike trailer, etc.). Oh, who am I kidding? If we earned triple what we do now, I'd still hit the ol' Value World and block sales...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
This child is 11 months old. ELEVEN MONTHS OLD. And looking less like a baby, more like a little boy lately. Just look at him:
Ben is quite the talented one. He says "mama" (to and in reference to Mama and Da and the kitties and anything else that pleases him). He eats finger foods (tofu and pasta and all manner of fruit and veg, taking what he wants and throwing the rest on the floor quite methodically and calmly). He grooves to music (big fan of R & B and the oldies station). He knows the meaning of the words "no" and "NO" and "NOOOOO!" (laughing and moving faster as soon as he hears any variation, of course).
Unfortunately, some bad habits persist: How dare we consider, even for the briefest of moments, that cribs are appropriate sleeping environments for babies? How dare we put him down to use the bathroom or brush teeth or put on socks? Yeah, he's coddled, and I'm wrapped...
Better get moving on the first birthday extravaganza...
Monday, November 24, 2008
2. What is appreciation for a brief day in the year on which we are encouraged--nay, obligated--to consider for what we are truly thankful, in the manner of a sitcom episode?
Here goes (please feel free to mentally make bulleted statements parallel; I haven't quite the energy.):
- a healthy baby (well, not at this particular moment, what with the ear infection and oozing nose and eyes and antibiotics...but, you get the big picture)
- a wonderful husband, who's a fantastic father, even if he can't (won't?) wash the diapers, do the non-stanky laundry, cook meals, bathe the baby, do the grocery shopping...but he does earn points for dealing so well with the whole vegetarian thing
- a loving family
- that Speck has healthy grandparents
- that Speck has a healthy great-grandfather!
- my own health (well, again, not at this particular moment, what with the horrendous colds that husband and I have gotten from baby and daycare, apparently)
- a good job that I enjoy
- affordable, reputable childcare, even if we aren't thrilled to need childcare
- sufficient health insurance
- a house, even if it isn't paid off quite yet (check back in a few decades)
- a reliable, fuel-efficient car that is paid off
- money enough for food, for utilities, for necessities, for some luxuries (eating out a mite too often, someone's unbreakable comic book habit, another someone's insistence that Baby only eat organic foods and be cleansed and anointed with only natural, expensive toiletries)
I suppose that's enough for this year. We hope for more, and not less, in the coming years...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Further proof that I take as good care of my virtual spaces as my physical spaces.
I need a housekeeper.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Whatever the cause, it's bliss. But also like waiting for the inevitable storm. And, yes, he's still in the itty-bitty bassinet each night. We did, however, retire the swaddler this week in favor of a sleep sack. In recent weeks, Speck had been wearing the much-adored, much-too-small swaddler in the manner of a toga, then of a tube dress (sassy!), then of a bellydancing skirt.
The next great concern and debate: where to drop Boy at night now that he's beefy (tofu-y?) enough to drag his bassinet around on a string like a pull-toy? His crib, you say? Ha.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
And, yes, I think of it now, even as Boy, sitting (writhing) in my lap, slams the keyboard and flings toys and squishes everything in reach with curious, pudgy little fingers...
Please, please, dear heart, don't disappoint your mother. We want a "Mama" or a "Da" or a "kitty" or a something distingishable from random babbling or squealing before your (fluid, ever-shifting, negotiable) bedtime. So get crackin', kid.
P.S. You WILL disappoint your mother anyhow if your first word/phrase is not some variation of "mother" or "Jamie." "Ma," "mommy," "yo mama," "Jay," "Mimi," "hey you," and "lunchwagon" are all acceptable. "Ayayay-yiyiyiAHHH!!!" is not. You can beat me at the talking game, as my first word was "daddy."
Kisses, sweet baby!!!