March 29, 2011

Waterworks

I really did have the best of intentions for a new post tonight. But it’s not done (going with the cooking reference here since not only is it not completed in written form, but some of the stylistic choices are still baking away in my very tired brain).

I’ve just wrapped up my first full week with the new gig. I’ve met approximately 875 gazillion new people. I remember (on average) four of them. I envision a lot of, “I’m sorry, what was your name?” in my future.

So, consider this “I’m still here” post your trailer tease. NICKNAMES is coming up next – currently scheduled to debut tomorrow.

Tonight was bath night. We’ve graduated to big boy seats now, since Destroy no longer fits in the infant tub.

Bath Buddies!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog reading…

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March 25, 2011

Because Crawling Isn’t Quick Enough…

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March 24, 2011

To Do It All

When the muppets first started eating rice cereal, we discovered tiny bites were key. (And then we discovered the key to a successful mealtime was anything other than rice cereal.) A heaping spoonful was just to big for their little mouths to neatly handle.

Try not to bite off more than you can chew. This is a lesson I often teach myself. Take, for example, the Pizookie at BJ’s Restaurant. It is a small dish of fresh-out-of-the-oven giant chocolate chip cookie topped with a mountain of melting vanilla bean ice cream. (The no-dessert Lenten promise has me dreaming of sugar plum fairies and triple scoop brownie sundaes.) It is so delicious that you crave an entire serving unto yourself. And then you don’t feel so good…

A perfect metaphor for life, really.

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March 22, 2011

Truegee

The muppets are babbling away. In addition to his standard greeting of, “Ai!,” Destroy has commenced growling. (Sounds odd – but I assure you, I am not alone in this experience.) Search continues to discover his voice, chattering, “bahbhabah,” repeatedly and (unfortunately for those within earshot) mimicking his brother’s shrieks.

Not only are the muppets conversing with us, they continue to share secret squirrel information with each other. I’m pretty sure they are plotting with the dogs too. (Search, the future e*Trade spokesbaby, is on a mission to ride the dog like a small pony in his never-ending quest to procure my iPhone.) Language skills are very important in our household.

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March 21, 2011

Wipe the Smirk Off Your Face

I had a fully zen moment after an afternoon spent at the spa. (A bit of personal relaxation enjoyed despite Scout’s best efforts.)

Destroy refused to focus on the actual spoonfuls of food in front of him. He’s currently exhibiting an odd fascination with the taste and texture of his bib. Unfortunately, this creates a very avant garde style: vegetable sleeves with pureed face mask. Jon’s patience is wearing thin with the secret handshake motions of pulling the bib away, wiping his face, turning to give his brother a spoonful, realizing Destroy has grabbed the bib again, attempting to scoop the dribbles of mashed baby food off the kid and then repeating the entire process.

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Catch Me if You Can

Search is crawling. I’d write more about his adventures – but I’ve got to go chase him down…

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March 19, 2011

Beware of Dog

For those of you concerned about our two large dogs biting the muppets: it appears your worries were reversed.

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March 18, 2011

Imagine

This poem is not mine. But it is the best I’ve found to sum up the experience of prematurity. Every line is accurate.

It can be found at the end of the book “Parenting Your Premature Baby and Child: The Emotional Journey” by Deborah Davis & Mara Stein (page 832).

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Heartbreaking Shadows

Life isn’t fair.

On Christmas Day, an acquaintance gave birth to twin boys – so obviously I was immediately partial. Then I learned her precious gifts were initially scheduled to arrive in the Easter Bunny’s basket instead of Santa’s sleigh. They were 24 weeks gestation – the minimum considered to be viable outside of the womb.

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March 17, 2011

In Honor of the Irish

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I have a warm spot in my heart for today, as I consider it my personal patron saint day. (Patricia being the feminine form of Patrick.)

Never a traditionalist, I do not celebrate my holiday with tepid green beer, corned beef or cabbage. (For those wondering why – yuck.) I do, however, wear green. For many years, I also had a cute little button featuring a leprechaun stuck in the ground proudly proclaiming, “I’ve got Irish roots!” And I do.

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