James is a much more difficult baby for us than Alma was. Not sure if it is because we are trying to juggle more this time around with more laundry, a bigger house to clean, a toddler to manage, I'm working from home, Joshua's work is taxing, etc. etc. James is continuously having more stretches of smiling and laughing but they are no where as consistent as they were with Alma. While she loved to have some independence from our arms, James would like to be held constantly. He is even starting to tire of the Mody wrap so I have to hold him in my arms most of the day.
The counter balance to this situation is that James is better about sleeping at night. While he wakes up every hour or two, he also goes right back to sleep with a few pats or a little nursing. In general, I feel more rested than I did during the first months with Alma.
Even through all this crying, I still am overly in love with him. He is the cutest little boy and I'm excited to see him continue to grow ... and (hopefully) calm down a bit.
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Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The Chisholm Scowl
We recently got a great email from Joshua's mother referencing the strong brow of Joshua and our children:
Hi Josh and Laura,
As you can tell, Josh, these are some very old photos of your Dad. I thought you'd appreciate seeing the first recorded evidence I have of that famous Chisholm scowl.
Love,
Mom
Hi Josh and Laura,
As you can tell, Josh, these are some very old photos of your Dad. I thought you'd appreciate seeing the first recorded evidence I have of that famous Chisholm scowl.
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Naming James
Naming babies seems to be my Achilles' heel. Or, more specifically, naming baby girls is just plain difficult. The entire pregnancy I assumed that I was having a girl, even though the
ultrasound tech and the doctor almost let it slip twice that it was a
boy. ("You don't want to know the sex? Then quickly stop looking at the
screen!" and "You have a baseball catcher based on how this baby is
situated in there!") It was just difficult to imagine going through a
pregnancy and not coming away with a girl in the end, since that is what
happened the first time around for us.
As with naming Alma, I spent a lot of time thinking about girl names for James (before he was born and we knew he was a he, obviously). We started off with the list of names left over from Alma -- names like Penelope and Jacqueline. But very early in the pregnancy the name Vivian popped into my head. The entire pregnancy I couldn't move past Vivian, a name I had never considered -- and may have even actively disliked in the past -- but it seemed to fit the child we were expecting.
I didn't give any time to thinking about boy names because James has been James since Joshua and I first met.
James is named after his grandfather, Joshua's father who passed away when Joshua was nine years old. Joshua's father went by Jimmy as a child and somewhere along the way went by Jim. Joshua and his father share the same initials of JAC and we knew that we wanted to carry on the tradition. Originally we thought that we would also wait for the third child to use those initials -- Joshua and his pop are both the third of four children -- but then we decided that if we were blessed with a son, regardless of birth order, he would get the title.
While pregnant with Alma, we confirmed with each other that we still wanted to name a boy James and keep up with the JAC tradition. We spoke a bit about how I wanted to keep the boy's name as James and not go the nickname route. Joshua disagreed, arguing that nicknames happen and we cannot fight it. (Comically enough, he fought Alma's South Philly nick name of "Allie" tooth and nail.) And we discussed at length a proper middle name that began with "A". On the day Alma was born, we were telling some family members what Alma's name would have been if she were a boy and we both announced a different middle name. Guess it wasn't fully decided at that point but we decided on Anchor as a middle name that day.
Once we became pregnant in 2011, we again checked in that James Anchor was our chosen boy's name and then never talked about it again. Honestly, we may have mentioned it one other time in passing. But I was so focused on girl names that we just didn't get into it.
So when James was born, he was easily named. ... And then we proceeded to call him other names by mistake. Baby Will and Baby Joey were heard more often than Baby James the first few weeks with infant James because those were names of babies we have been around recently and the names flowed out of our mouths more easily. Eventually, with some practice for our sleep deprived brains, we got used to the ring of Baby James. Of course, Alma is calling him Baby Buppee, I often refer to him as "Punky" (when it is just the two of us) and Joshua thinks that Jimmy is cute. Poor James, we will call you something yet.
The reasons we choose Anchor as a middle name:
* I love middle names that provide guidance or virtues. Anchor means "a person or thing that can be relied on for support, stability, or security; mainstay."
Since naming James, we have learned that the gospels of St. James are known for a focus on action over reverence, which is the core idea behind Joshua's work as a faith-based community organizer. And the awesome gifts that we have received that are anchor-related are too much. The old school sailor outfits and shirts that say things like "Mommy's First Mate" are just too cute!!
As with naming Alma, I spent a lot of time thinking about girl names for James (before he was born and we knew he was a he, obviously). We started off with the list of names left over from Alma -- names like Penelope and Jacqueline. But very early in the pregnancy the name Vivian popped into my head. The entire pregnancy I couldn't move past Vivian, a name I had never considered -- and may have even actively disliked in the past -- but it seemed to fit the child we were expecting.
I didn't give any time to thinking about boy names because James has been James since Joshua and I first met.
James is named after his grandfather, Joshua's father who passed away when Joshua was nine years old. Joshua's father went by Jimmy as a child and somewhere along the way went by Jim. Joshua and his father share the same initials of JAC and we knew that we wanted to carry on the tradition. Originally we thought that we would also wait for the third child to use those initials -- Joshua and his pop are both the third of four children -- but then we decided that if we were blessed with a son, regardless of birth order, he would get the title.
While pregnant with Alma, we confirmed with each other that we still wanted to name a boy James and keep up with the JAC tradition. We spoke a bit about how I wanted to keep the boy's name as James and not go the nickname route. Joshua disagreed, arguing that nicknames happen and we cannot fight it. (Comically enough, he fought Alma's South Philly nick name of "Allie" tooth and nail.) And we discussed at length a proper middle name that began with "A". On the day Alma was born, we were telling some family members what Alma's name would have been if she were a boy and we both announced a different middle name. Guess it wasn't fully decided at that point but we decided on Anchor as a middle name that day.
Once we became pregnant in 2011, we again checked in that James Anchor was our chosen boy's name and then never talked about it again. Honestly, we may have mentioned it one other time in passing. But I was so focused on girl names that we just didn't get into it.
So when James was born, he was easily named. ... And then we proceeded to call him other names by mistake. Baby Will and Baby Joey were heard more often than Baby James the first few weeks with infant James because those were names of babies we have been around recently and the names flowed out of our mouths more easily. Eventually, with some practice for our sleep deprived brains, we got used to the ring of Baby James. Of course, Alma is calling him Baby Buppee, I often refer to him as "Punky" (when it is just the two of us) and Joshua thinks that Jimmy is cute. Poor James, we will call you something yet.
The reasons we choose Anchor as a middle name:
* I love middle names that provide guidance or virtues. Anchor means "a person or thing that can be relied on for support, stability, or security; mainstay."
* Joshua and I met while rock climbing and I have a background in sailing; both activities require anchors.
* I'll admit it: it just sounds cool. Before I met Joshua, I daydreamed about naming future children Andrew Spyder, Jonathan Tyger and Erica Danger.
Since naming James, we have learned that the gospels of St. James are known for a focus on action over reverence, which is the core idea behind Joshua's work as a faith-based community organizer. And the awesome gifts that we have received that are anchor-related are too much. The old school sailor outfits and shirts that say things like "Mommy's First Mate" are just too cute!!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
James is Thriving
One month appointment ... weighing in at 12 lbs, 1 oz; 23 inches and 15.5 head circumference. All 97% for his age. Yup, we are going to have another hunky-monkey baby. Love it!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Zoo
Last Saturday, we braved the cold to walk around the Lehigh Valley Zoo. It made for a fun morning trip.
It was so cold that they didn't let the penguins outside -- yikes! To be fair, they are warm-weather penguins so it is a safety thing ... but can't it also be bragging rights?!
Thank goodness Patrick and Carrie showed me how to properly use the Moby wrap! We have been using it daily for our family walks. What a great way to carry a sleeping baby and keep us both warm.
Thank goodness Patrick and Carrie showed me how to properly use the Moby wrap! We have been using it daily for our family walks. What a great way to carry a sleeping baby and keep us both warm.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
A Christmas to Remember: James's Birth Day
I woke up at 3:30 a.m. with a contraction. After monitoring the contractions for over an hour, which were coming every five minutes and were intense but manageable, I got up and packed last minute supplies in my hospital bag, ate a bowl of cereal and called the doctor. Around 5:30, after only three hours of sleeping in bed (he fell asleep in front of the tv), Joshua popped out of bed and packed up his things while I woke my parents to tell them that we were heading off to the hospital. I may have inundated them with a bunch of information (i.e. which presents Alma could open from Santa) that I had been mulling over. It was exciting but we were a little unsure if we really were in labor or not. With Alma, my water broke at 4 a.m. and there was no denying that labor had started.
We got to the hospital at 6am and had to enter through the ER because the main doors were locked. Not wanting to be separated from Joshua, we parked in the garage and walked around the hospital to the ER, which was refreshing in the cold air. Joshua thought it was hilarious that I would pause (both walking and talking) for a contraction and then once it was over quickly return to my chatter again. He teased that they wouldn't need to put a contraction monitor on me, they could simply listen to when I paused my endless banter.
Once we got to the ER at 6 a.m., we were told that someone from the Labor and Delivery floor would be there shortly to escort us up. After a half an hour of steadily increasing contractions and a very nervous looking front desk attendant who was constantly calling up to L&D to see when the escort would get there, we walked through the winding hospital up to the L&D floor. In the triage room, I was found to be between 5-6 cm dilated and was official admitted to the hospital.
We were moved to a labor room around 8 a.m. were we hung out -- I was mostly on a yoga ball and Joshua was by my side massaging my neck -- for a relatively painless laboring process until 9:30 a.m. when the doctor arrived. She checked me and found that I was 9cm dilated. With her guidance, I broke my own water with a push around 9:45 a.m. and began pushing the baby shortly after. Pushing this baby was a bit more intense than with Alma and lasted a little longer. He decided to twist on the way out, which ... well, wasn't the most pleasant.
As soon as James came into the world at 10:22 a.m., they handed him to me bum-first so that I could see that he was a boy -- yeah, a little weird, I would have been okay with them just telling me -- before I got to hug him and snuggle with him. I couldn't stop repeating "Hello, Baby." I will always remember the excited look on Joshua's face as he kissed me and congratulated me on doing a good job. It was a very happy moment.
An hour later, my parents brought Alma to meet her little brother. Joshua went to the lobby to bring her back to the labor room and we had some time together as the new family of four. She was excited not only to meet James but also because she had been given a "Big Sister" sticker by the hospital staff.
Comically, when we asked Alma if Santa came that morning she said, "No." While we were confused at first, we realized that when we explained that Santa was going to come at night while she was sleeping, we forgot to mention that he would also leave at night before she woke up. She had been expecting to see him in the morning. Sure, he ate the cookies, drank the milk and left presents, but he didn't officially visit because she didn't see him herself!
Then my parents joined us and we had a nice visit while Alma snacked on pretzels. We were so blessed that my parents were visiting and they could watch Alma and celebrate Christmas with her while we were in the hospital. It was nice to not have to worry about her or juggle her around between friends while my parents drove out to Bethlehem from their house, as they were planning to do if we went into labor before their visit. Also, my brother's family, who were already planning on joining us at our house on Christmas for a feast, still came so Alma got to enjoy the holiday with her cousins.
We got to the hospital at 6am and had to enter through the ER because the main doors were locked. Not wanting to be separated from Joshua, we parked in the garage and walked around the hospital to the ER, which was refreshing in the cold air. Joshua thought it was hilarious that I would pause (both walking and talking) for a contraction and then once it was over quickly return to my chatter again. He teased that they wouldn't need to put a contraction monitor on me, they could simply listen to when I paused my endless banter.
Once we got to the ER at 6 a.m., we were told that someone from the Labor and Delivery floor would be there shortly to escort us up. After a half an hour of steadily increasing contractions and a very nervous looking front desk attendant who was constantly calling up to L&D to see when the escort would get there, we walked through the winding hospital up to the L&D floor. In the triage room, I was found to be between 5-6 cm dilated and was official admitted to the hospital.
One last photo of the baby bump while in the ER watching It's A Wonderful Life
We were moved to a labor room around 8 a.m. were we hung out -- I was mostly on a yoga ball and Joshua was by my side massaging my neck -- for a relatively painless laboring process until 9:30 a.m. when the doctor arrived. She checked me and found that I was 9cm dilated. With her guidance, I broke my own water with a push around 9:45 a.m. and began pushing the baby shortly after. Pushing this baby was a bit more intense than with Alma and lasted a little longer. He decided to twist on the way out, which ... well, wasn't the most pleasant.
As soon as James came into the world at 10:22 a.m., they handed him to me bum-first so that I could see that he was a boy -- yeah, a little weird, I would have been okay with them just telling me -- before I got to hug him and snuggle with him. I couldn't stop repeating "Hello, Baby." I will always remember the excited look on Joshua's face as he kissed me and congratulated me on doing a good job. It was a very happy moment.
An hour later, my parents brought Alma to meet her little brother. Joshua went to the lobby to bring her back to the labor room and we had some time together as the new family of four. She was excited not only to meet James but also because she had been given a "Big Sister" sticker by the hospital staff.
Comically, when we asked Alma if Santa came that morning she said, "No." While we were confused at first, we realized that when we explained that Santa was going to come at night while she was sleeping, we forgot to mention that he would also leave at night before she woke up. She had been expecting to see him in the morning. Sure, he ate the cookies, drank the milk and left presents, but he didn't officially visit because she didn't see him herself!
Then my parents joined us and we had a nice visit while Alma snacked on pretzels. We were so blessed that my parents were visiting and they could watch Alma and celebrate Christmas with her while we were in the hospital. It was nice to not have to worry about her or juggle her around between friends while my parents drove out to Bethlehem from their house, as they were planning to do if we went into labor before their visit. Also, my brother's family, who were already planning on joining us at our house on Christmas for a feast, still came so Alma got to enjoy the holiday with her cousins.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Twas the Night Before Christmas
In telling the birth story of both our children, it seems that starting the day before seems best. We spent Christmas Eve in a flurry of baking (Joshua), cleaning (Joshua again) and resting (Laura). Along with cleaning the entire house, Joshua baked all the holiday cookies (anise, biscotti, orange shortbread) and an amazing povitisia well into the night on Christmas Eve's Eve and Christmas Eve. He was an animal of productivity ... and probably a little sleep deprived.
Late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, my parents arrived much to all our delight. We attended the 4pm Christmas Mass and luckily someone gave up their seat for me because I don't think I could have endured the crowded standing-room only section along the pews. After Mass we came home to a fantastic meal of Omaha steaks and all the fixings. Before Alma went to bed, we put out cookies, milk and carrots for Santa and his reindeer. The adults spent the evening watching the Sound of Music. It was ideal.
We also spent some time dressing Alma up in her Halloween costume and taking silly photos of "Mary" (Laura) riding her "donkey" (Alma).
All of this was just a set up for the 3:30am-Christmas-morning-dream-ending contraction that started James's labor process.
The rest of the birth story will follow tomorrow...
Late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, my parents arrived much to all our delight. We attended the 4pm Christmas Mass and luckily someone gave up their seat for me because I don't think I could have endured the crowded standing-room only section along the pews. After Mass we came home to a fantastic meal of Omaha steaks and all the fixings. Before Alma went to bed, we put out cookies, milk and carrots for Santa and his reindeer. The adults spent the evening watching the Sound of Music. It was ideal.
We also spent some time dressing Alma up in her Halloween costume and taking silly photos of "Mary" (Laura) riding her "donkey" (Alma).
All of this was just a set up for the 3:30am-Christmas-morning-dream-ending contraction that started James's labor process.
The rest of the birth story will follow tomorrow...
Friday, December 23, 2011
40 Weeks
So many people I know (or at least keep in touch with through Facebook)
had babies last week and this week. Every day I seem to see a new baby photo on Facebook.
I have been (superstitiously, I admit) purposefully not been finishing important projects in hopes that the baby would want to arrive at an inopportune time. Obviously that wasn't working so in the last few days, I finally installed the closet doors in the baby's room, purchased a Christmas gift for Joshua, packed my hospital bag, wrapped the last of the presents, and finished up a load of other projects. Hear that, Baby? Baby? Hello?
Kate said that I need to act like her when she was waiting for Neal to propose ... once she decided that he was never going to do it and she became fine with the situation, then he proposed. So I was like, "I'm supposed to think that the baby is never going to be born and I'll always be pregnant and then the baby will come?" Ha!
Whenever the baby arrives is fine with me. Sure, it is still difficult to not want a great birthday for the little nugget, but I'm trying to be open to whatever happens. At the OB doctor's appointment this morning, we discussed scheduling an induction on New Year's Eve if the baby doesn't arrive naturally before then. What a fun birthday that would be!
I have been (superstitiously, I admit) purposefully not been finishing important projects in hopes that the baby would want to arrive at an inopportune time. Obviously that wasn't working so in the last few days, I finally installed the closet doors in the baby's room, purchased a Christmas gift for Joshua, packed my hospital bag, wrapped the last of the presents, and finished up a load of other projects. Hear that, Baby? Baby? Hello?
Kate said that I need to act like her when she was waiting for Neal to propose ... once she decided that he was never going to do it and she became fine with the situation, then he proposed. So I was like, "I'm supposed to think that the baby is never going to be born and I'll always be pregnant and then the baby will come?" Ha!
Whenever the baby arrives is fine with me. Sure, it is still difficult to not want a great birthday for the little nugget, but I'm trying to be open to whatever happens. At the OB doctor's appointment this morning, we discussed scheduling an induction on New Year's Eve if the baby doesn't arrive naturally before then. What a fun birthday that would be!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Bowling Shower of Awesomeness
While we were at my parent's house for Thanksgiving, Kate came to visit and take me out for a special night to celebrate the coming of the baby. It was beyond fun to get time with her -- eating good foods and BOWLING!
Here's Kate mugging it up with Alma. What a good impression of Alma's "cheeeeeese" face! I'm so blessed to have such a terrific bestie!
Here's Kate mugging it up with Alma. What a good impression of Alma's "cheeeeeese" face! I'm so blessed to have such a terrific bestie!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
22 Months and 30 Weeks
Exciting that Alma is almost two years old and I'm 3/4 of the way through with this pregnancy.
I'm not going to say that I'm feeling better because every time I do something else happens -- i.e. more nausea, a rash that covered most of my face and arms, killer heartburn, etc. Yeah, this pregnancy has been one thing after another and this time I won't be as sad to see it end. Plus, knowing first hand the awesomeness of the prize of a snugly babe at the end of this ordeal makes it totally worth it and makes me want to rush the process even more.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
21 Months Old
I'll admit it: I think Alma is pretty much the ideal child. I love spending my days with her and feel as if we have such a good rhythm to our days and that life is rather easy with her. In prepping for the coming of our next child, I've been trying to think of ways that I want to apply what I've learned with Alma to the next baby's upbringing. Sure, they will be different and we cannot replicate the process, but I just want to be mindful of the current successes and failures that we are experiencing. Here it goes...
Things I'm Happy We Taught Alma/Alma Does on Her Own:
* "All done"/"Not an option" We sign something that looks like so-so (shaking hands with palms open) to mean that we don't have something, something is completed or that something isn't an option. This has been invaluable for us as we don't have to say "no" all the time, but can instead convey that some things just aren't possible. For example, before she could say any words and was just barely signing, I could use it to tell her that at certain times I could not provide something (i.e. nursing, a snack, etc). And nowadays it is useful for telling her that certain activities aren't allowed (i.e. climbing too high on a fence that overlooks the ocean). Alma is great that she generally doesn't push the limits on this sign.
* To say please and thank you. I find that I cannot tolerate a toddler screaming demands at me. But add a little please ("peas" or "bee") and thank you (usually just the sign) in there and I can deal with any demand.
* To sit down when eating. This not only keeps the mess down in the house, decreases the odds of the dog snatching her food and keeps me from having to worry about her choking, but it also creates the situation where eating is something we do on a scheduled basis and not just on the fly. So many other mothers seem to spend all day chasing their kids around trying to get another bite into their mouths. Alma seems to respect the idea of meals and snack times, more by her own nature than my teaching. Although I think the fact that she has to sit down during the process helped to reinforce this.
* To clean up toys before moving to the next activity. She isn't volunteering do to this, but most days she easily jumps in on the suggestion if we help with the process.
* To say "nice". Alma has started using it to acknowledge things she likes. Like when she came into the living room after I hung some new curtains, when she was put into her crib with fresh sheets and when I gave her a cup of milk spiked with a taste of hot chocolate. It is such a sweet sentiment.
* To pray before meals. Alma loves to "circle up" (holding hands), bow her head and close her eyes for a moment of silence before meals. While this is actually something we feel a little bashful about at times -- we don't want to be those people -- it is such a great habit that she usually instigates. And sometimes, if dinner is especially tempting, she will nibble at it without the use of her hands, which is hilarious.
* The idea of "Only Mama's". This concept is applied to food that I don't want to share. Like cookies and miniature candies. When I tell her that certain food is only for me, she solemnly says something like "mama eat mouth" to acknowledge that it is just for me.
* To read books by herself. She will sit for up to an hour looking at books by herself before she demands that you join her and read the words. I love hearing her tell herself the stories that she sees. While I always hate not being a part of the process (the side effect of working from home is that I sometimes have to do some work during the daytime), it's easily one of my favorite things.
Things I Wish I Had Not Taught/Allowed Alma:
* To say "Yuck" This has become a recent favorite word of hers. A word that accompanies pointing at the offending object. Usually that object is whatever I'm eating. Imagine trying to enjoy a salad while your little one repeatedly points in your bowl and screams YUCK, BLAH, YUCK! It's hard enough enjoying a salad some days. Hence the miniature candies, right? Yesterday at the grocery store, the deli counter employee gave Alma a slice of American cheese, to which my darling little girl yelled YUCK. Charming. She also signed "no thank you" but all anyone heard was the yuck comment.
* I got in the habit of only singing "The Ants Go Marching" when putting her down for naps and bedtime and now she won't allow me to sing anything else. I'd like to change it up, but we seem to be too entrenched in the habit. Not such a horrible thing, but worth noting for me.
* While we don't watch much TV during the day -- maybe 30 minutes two days a week -- we have been using it for messy diaper changes. For awhile I just could not get her to sit still and started turning it on for the length of the diaper change to distract her. It started becoming norm. Makes me frustrated; but so does a wiggling bum smearing ... I'll stop there. I think that I've almost curbed this bad habit, but it's been difficult.
* Sitting on my lap when I use the computer. It is impossible to type with a squiggly little one on my lap -- my ever-shrinking lap as my pregnant belly grows -- and I wish that I had never allowed this to be an option.
There are a load of things I'm missing from both lists, but this is what is on my brain today and what I want to remember about my 21-month old.
Things I'm Happy We Taught Alma/Alma Does on Her Own:
* "All done"/"Not an option" We sign something that looks like so-so (shaking hands with palms open) to mean that we don't have something, something is completed or that something isn't an option. This has been invaluable for us as we don't have to say "no" all the time, but can instead convey that some things just aren't possible. For example, before she could say any words and was just barely signing, I could use it to tell her that at certain times I could not provide something (i.e. nursing, a snack, etc). And nowadays it is useful for telling her that certain activities aren't allowed (i.e. climbing too high on a fence that overlooks the ocean). Alma is great that she generally doesn't push the limits on this sign.
* To say please and thank you. I find that I cannot tolerate a toddler screaming demands at me. But add a little please ("peas" or "bee") and thank you (usually just the sign) in there and I can deal with any demand.
* To sit down when eating. This not only keeps the mess down in the house, decreases the odds of the dog snatching her food and keeps me from having to worry about her choking, but it also creates the situation where eating is something we do on a scheduled basis and not just on the fly. So many other mothers seem to spend all day chasing their kids around trying to get another bite into their mouths. Alma seems to respect the idea of meals and snack times, more by her own nature than my teaching. Although I think the fact that she has to sit down during the process helped to reinforce this.
* To clean up toys before moving to the next activity. She isn't volunteering do to this, but most days she easily jumps in on the suggestion if we help with the process.
* To say "nice". Alma has started using it to acknowledge things she likes. Like when she came into the living room after I hung some new curtains, when she was put into her crib with fresh sheets and when I gave her a cup of milk spiked with a taste of hot chocolate. It is such a sweet sentiment.
* To pray before meals. Alma loves to "circle up" (holding hands), bow her head and close her eyes for a moment of silence before meals. While this is actually something we feel a little bashful about at times -- we don't want to be those people -- it is such a great habit that she usually instigates. And sometimes, if dinner is especially tempting, she will nibble at it without the use of her hands, which is hilarious.
* The idea of "Only Mama's". This concept is applied to food that I don't want to share. Like cookies and miniature candies. When I tell her that certain food is only for me, she solemnly says something like "mama eat mouth" to acknowledge that it is just for me.
* To read books by herself. She will sit for up to an hour looking at books by herself before she demands that you join her and read the words. I love hearing her tell herself the stories that she sees. While I always hate not being a part of the process (the side effect of working from home is that I sometimes have to do some work during the daytime), it's easily one of my favorite things.
Things I Wish I Had Not Taught/Allowed Alma:
* To say "Yuck" This has become a recent favorite word of hers. A word that accompanies pointing at the offending object. Usually that object is whatever I'm eating. Imagine trying to enjoy a salad while your little one repeatedly points in your bowl and screams YUCK, BLAH, YUCK! It's hard enough enjoying a salad some days. Hence the miniature candies, right? Yesterday at the grocery store, the deli counter employee gave Alma a slice of American cheese, to which my darling little girl yelled YUCK. Charming. She also signed "no thank you" but all anyone heard was the yuck comment.
* I got in the habit of only singing "The Ants Go Marching" when putting her down for naps and bedtime and now she won't allow me to sing anything else. I'd like to change it up, but we seem to be too entrenched in the habit. Not such a horrible thing, but worth noting for me.
* While we don't watch much TV during the day -- maybe 30 minutes two days a week -- we have been using it for messy diaper changes. For awhile I just could not get her to sit still and started turning it on for the length of the diaper change to distract her. It started becoming norm. Makes me frustrated; but so does a wiggling bum smearing ... I'll stop there. I think that I've almost curbed this bad habit, but it's been difficult.
* Sitting on my lap when I use the computer. It is impossible to type with a squiggly little one on my lap -- my ever-shrinking lap as my pregnant belly grows -- and I wish that I had never allowed this to be an option.
There are a load of things I'm missing from both lists, but this is what is on my brain today and what I want to remember about my 21-month old.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Update: Gifty McRudolph
Making us laugh and feel better, Alma's Godfather Scott comes through with an email ....
Okay, I just read the blog, and I feel as if we really need to move you people beyond this sadness about #2 being born so close to Christmas!! As I will tell #2 a great many times (yes, I'll speak to the child even though I am not his/her godfather), being born close to Christmas is the greatest thing ever!!!
1. You never have to go to school on your birthday (if born on Dec 21 or 22, then maybe once every few years, but that's it)
2. You're more likely to see relatives during this period. Relatives who might only send a card if they lived far away, but because they're seeing you in person: Presents!
3. It's a very happy time of year. You'll associate that with your birthday, too... as if your big day is the true cause of all the joy!
4. You get to constantly shoot down the assumption that you get fewer gifts because your birthday is around Christmas. (This is because you have a family that will make sure no such thing happens!)
5. Being born at the end of the year is cool. For 99% of any year, you're the same age. "Ah yes... 1998. The year I was 20."
6. Apart from the fact that they usually come bearing gifts, it's super cool that there tends to be a lot of family around during this time of year. Oftentimes family that you don't get to see a lot. So instead of cards and phone calls, hugs and parties! (Oh yeah, and presents.)
7. Plenty of cool people were born on/around Christmas. Jane Fonda and Connie Chung come to mind. Also my host brother in Argentina, Italo.
8. Your parents will love it because you'll always be home for your birthday. (At least through college.)
9. You'll go 33 years before you hear the words "Gifty McRudolph." (If you take after your sister's godfather!) tee hee
10. Two words: Christmas Music! You'll LOVE it! It's your own personal birthday soundtrack!
11. You'll be one of the older kids in your class. Awesome!
12. Christmas break (excuse me, "Winter Holidays") will often be the occasion of a family vacation. That means birthday in an airport! Birthday in Hawaii! Birthday w/ Grandma and Henry! Awesome, awesome, and awesome.
13. When you're older, you can take birthday presents you don't like to the mall and exchange them for even better gifts, thanks to annual Dec 26 clearance sales!
14. Weirdly, not that many people seem to be born in December. You'll be part of an exclusive club!
15. You automatically get the chocolate in the Advent Calendar on you big day, even if the rule of alternating days means that it's your sister's turn.
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So there you go! See? Christmastime birthdays are awesome. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
Signed,
Scott Smith
Christmas Baby
December 21 (that's 21, bloggers!), 1977
Thanks Scott!
Okay, I just read the blog, and I feel as if we really need to move you people beyond this sadness about #2 being born so close to Christmas!! As I will tell #2 a great many times (yes, I'll speak to the child even though I am not his/her godfather), being born close to Christmas is the greatest thing ever!!!
1. You never have to go to school on your birthday (if born on Dec 21 or 22, then maybe once every few years, but that's it)
2. You're more likely to see relatives during this period. Relatives who might only send a card if they lived far away, but because they're seeing you in person: Presents!
3. It's a very happy time of year. You'll associate that with your birthday, too... as if your big day is the true cause of all the joy!
4. You get to constantly shoot down the assumption that you get fewer gifts because your birthday is around Christmas. (This is because you have a family that will make sure no such thing happens!)
5. Being born at the end of the year is cool. For 99% of any year, you're the same age. "Ah yes... 1998. The year I was 20."
6. Apart from the fact that they usually come bearing gifts, it's super cool that there tends to be a lot of family around during this time of year. Oftentimes family that you don't get to see a lot. So instead of cards and phone calls, hugs and parties! (Oh yeah, and presents.)
7. Plenty of cool people were born on/around Christmas. Jane Fonda and Connie Chung come to mind. Also my host brother in Argentina, Italo.
8. Your parents will love it because you'll always be home for your birthday. (At least through college.)
9. You'll go 33 years before you hear the words "Gifty McRudolph." (If you take after your sister's godfather!) tee hee
10. Two words: Christmas Music! You'll LOVE it! It's your own personal birthday soundtrack!
11. You'll be one of the older kids in your class. Awesome!
12. Christmas break (excuse me, "Winter Holidays") will often be the occasion of a family vacation. That means birthday in an airport! Birthday in Hawaii! Birthday w/ Grandma and Henry! Awesome, awesome, and awesome.
13. When you're older, you can take birthday presents you don't like to the mall and exchange them for even better gifts, thanks to annual Dec 26 clearance sales!
14. Weirdly, not that many people seem to be born in December. You'll be part of an exclusive club!
15. You automatically get the chocolate in the Advent Calendar on you big day, even if the rule of alternating days means that it's your sister's turn.
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So there you go! See? Christmastime birthdays are awesome. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
Signed,
Scott Smith
Christmas Baby
December 21 (that's 21, bloggers!), 1977
Thanks Scott!
Update: This Pregnancy
Thus far, this pregnancy has been difficult. Much more difficult than we were envisioning. From being sick all the time, to crazy stress coming from Joshua's work, to lots of sad news (the loss of both of our maternal grandmothers and the sudden/acute sickness of a close friend), it has been a lot to handle. While it is difficult to not enjoy a summer schedule that includes a happy, loving toddler, I have been feeling like we have been cycling quickly between highs and lows.
We only know two things about this new baby:
1. He or she is a healthy baby.
2. The due date is approximately Christmas Day.
Sure, it's good to know the first fact -- ruling out giving birth to puppies or veloceraptors -- but it is a little limited in scope. Girl/Boy? Redhead/Blond? Looks like Alma? Good sleeper? So much yet to learn.
The second fact is, I'll admit, a bit of a downer. We didn't plan to give birth to a Gifty McRudolph, as I've been calling the baby, so close to Christmas. It seems that no one beyond Scott (Alma's godfather) has given us encouraging or even neutral words about this impending birthday. Scott's birthday is December 22 and you cannot imagine someone who loves their birthday more. I am feeling that a child's birthday -- yes, while important -- isn't the most important thing ever. However, seeing as that is one of the only things we know about this child, it has become a critical point and, at times, it is difficult to see as a positive around it. Don't want to have "bummed out" feelings about a new member of the family, but have to admit that I have been stuck in that mire a bit. Granted, I've also been sick for the past four months, which just generally leads to bummed out feelings.
It helps to put the birthday out of mind by thinking about how that will only be one small part of the child's life. Moreover, I've been dreaming on family traditions that we can start for holidays -- birthdays and Christmas' included -- that go a little against the grain but also feel more natural to me.
In general, it is interesting where the mind goes when feeling a little run down by the rest of life. Soon enough I'll feel better -- to be honest, I've been feeling great during the day but still got sick two of the three past mornings -- and can start nesting. I struggle with being in a holding pattern of inactivity.
We only know two things about this new baby:
1. He or she is a healthy baby.
2. The due date is approximately Christmas Day.
Sure, it's good to know the first fact -- ruling out giving birth to puppies or veloceraptors -- but it is a little limited in scope. Girl/Boy? Redhead/Blond? Looks like Alma? Good sleeper? So much yet to learn.
The second fact is, I'll admit, a bit of a downer. We didn't plan to give birth to a Gifty McRudolph, as I've been calling the baby, so close to Christmas. It seems that no one beyond Scott (Alma's godfather) has given us encouraging or even neutral words about this impending birthday. Scott's birthday is December 22 and you cannot imagine someone who loves their birthday more. I am feeling that a child's birthday -- yes, while important -- isn't the most important thing ever. However, seeing as that is one of the only things we know about this child, it has become a critical point and, at times, it is difficult to see as a positive around it. Don't want to have "bummed out" feelings about a new member of the family, but have to admit that I have been stuck in that mire a bit. Granted, I've also been sick for the past four months, which just generally leads to bummed out feelings.
It helps to put the birthday out of mind by thinking about how that will only be one small part of the child's life. Moreover, I've been dreaming on family traditions that we can start for holidays -- birthdays and Christmas' included -- that go a little against the grain but also feel more natural to me.
In general, it is interesting where the mind goes when feeling a little run down by the rest of life. Soon enough I'll feel better -- to be honest, I've been feeling great during the day but still got sick two of the three past mornings -- and can start nesting. I struggle with being in a holding pattern of inactivity.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Loyola Reunion
The same day as CCOP's 25th anniversary picnic bbq celebration (also Joshua's going away party), my Loyola girlfriends had a baby gathering. Nine Loyola gals, some husbands and six babies == how fun! (Unfortunately, Alma and I had to leave early so we missed most of the fun. This picture is from Amanda, because I was so rushed that I forgot to snap any photos. I know, shocker!)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Baby Yoga
I am so grateful for my weekly Mommy and Me Yoga class. Having a group of supportive mothers and a chance to move my body is so important to me. Plus, our instructor, Ali is the "Baby Whisperer" ... here she is holding two formerly fussy babies who immediately fell asleep in her arms. She holds the babes (usually just one at a time) so that the moms can focus on their yoga practice.
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