Wordless Wednesday: Pack and Play to the Rescue Edition (aka We’ll be Back to Blogging Soon Edition)

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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Blueberry Milk Bubbles Edition

Wordless Wednesday: Tickle Toes Edition

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First visit to the Children’s Museum

On May 6th, we headed down to the Children’s Museum with buddies Claire and Sadie and their moms Katie and Kate. I had a bit of apprehension as I remembered past school field trips spent frantically counting heads as my charges became absorbed into the hordes of screaming, multi-age banshees. I had also recently spoken to my friend Julie who spent the whole morning preparing for her son Gabe’s first trip there, just to traumatically get stuck in the elevator for 45 minutes and turn around and go home.

Luckily, our visit was completely smooth sailing. I had forgotten this, but they have a separate section for babies and toddlers, and Sylvie took one look at all of the toys and other kids and took off like a shot without even looking back. There were dolls and a play kitchen and books and climbing structures and a train table, etc., etc. She *loved* it there. She held her own with the big kids, even giving a boy the evil eye and refusing to let go when he tried to snatch her train. After about an hour there, we decided to check out a Three Little Pigs play they were putting on in the theater downstairs. Despite the bare-bones set and slightly confused volunteer child actors, all three babies sat riveted for the entire 20-minute set. It was awesome. We were totally inspired to check out this place together sometime soon. Who knew babies like the theater?!

We concluded our trip with pizza for all (I love that we’re getting to the point where our kids can eat real food), and a fun ride back home on the train. And the best part? Sylvie wore herself out so completely, that she napped for an entire hour! Woo-hoo!

Check this place OUT!

Check this place OUT!

Cookin' up a little somethin'

Cookin' up a little somethin'

Quack, quack!

Quack, quack!

Claire loved this burger! It went with her everywhere.

Claire loved this burger! It went with her everywhere.

I really get to drive this thing?

I really get to drive this thing?

Well, would you look at us!

Well, would you look at us!

We tried really hard to get a group shot, and this was the best we could do!

We tried really hard to get a group shot, and this was the best we could do!

Wordless Wednesday: The Saturday Drill Edition

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How many big girls does it take to push one swinging Sylvie?

Hmmm, will one be enough?

Hmmm, will one be enough?

Nope. Definitely going to need at least two.

Nope. Definitely going to need at least two.

3?!

3?!

Nope, four is definitely where it's at!

Nope, four is definitely where it's at!

Woo-hoo!

Woo-hoo!

Look ma, no hands!

Look ma, no hands!

The end of a great playdate. Thanks for all of the pushes, ladies!

The end of a great playdate. Thanks for all of the pushes, ladies!

Happy birthday, Sadie Lady!

Sylvie’s friend Sadie recently turned one, and we headed over to her pad to celebrate. What felt like hundreds of babies and their parents descended on their little Somerville-sized living room. Sylvie had a great time clowning for guests, playing with other babies, and even eating some vegetarian pizza. The guest of honor seemed to have a great time being the center of attention and went to town on her very own cupcake. Happy first birthday, sweet Sadie!

All dressed up and ready to party!

All dressed up and ready to party!

Don't mind if I do.

Don't mind if I do.

The belle of the ball

The belle of the ball

Let the cake smashing commence!

Let the cake smashing commence!

Nice beard, Sadie!

Nice beard, Sadie!

Um, Sadie? I think you're supposed to eat that thing.

Um, Sadie? I think you're supposed to eat that thing.

Hey, why do I have to go in the sink?!

Hey, why do I have to go in the sink?!

Dear Sylvie (at 11 months)

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Dear Dina,

Look at that little cheese face! My little ham! You’ve figured out how to pose for the camera in recent weeks, and you’ve totally perfected that goofy-toothy little grin. It’s all about those bottom teeth and I love it.

Perhaps you noticed I called you “Dina” in my salutation. It’s pronounced “Dee-na,” and you invited that nickname on yourself with your recent emphatic repeated proclamations of words including that sound, such as “Dina,” “Dadina,” Dih-dih-dih,” and “Diana.” You were particularly enamored with your discovery of that last syllable combination and repeated it ad nauseum for a good week or more. It has since been replaced with “Isaiah,” leading us to believe you’re either trying to name your future siblings, or you are secretly reading the bible by the light of your crib aquarium. What’s next? Deuteronomy? Or maybe just some geography. This week’s happy syllable accident landed you on the word “Iowa.” You said that one several times before throwing in a few more “Isaiahs.” So I guess your first 5 words are as follows: Dada, “et” (cat), Mama, Diana, and Isaiah. Um. What are the chances that, of all the random pairings of possible sounds in human speech, you would spontaneously produce three unfamiliar proper nouns? It’s a little freaky.

And even when it’s not as recognizable as actual language, you are talking up a storm. You babble your day away with all kinds of inflections, gesticulations, and facial expressions. You copy me when I say “aye yay yay.” When I bring you into my room in the early morning, you look out the window and greet the sun by name by saying “dn.” You have recently figured out how to tell us off when you’re mad, and it spews forth in a dramatic “dih-dih-dih-dih!” while you cry and look at us angrily. The first time you did it, I had to cup my hand over my mouth and turn away to keep from laughing out loud at your dramatic little display of independence. We are well on our way down the road to toddlerhood already.

Speaking of toddling, walking will likely be any day now for you. You are easily balancing in the standing position for 10-15 seconds at a time, and you’re now cruising the furniture like a speed demon. You just discovered the ability to march in place and you do it every time you hear music. You love holding our hands and walking across the room, and you’ve even started to climb! One recent morning, daddy set you down next to the open ottoman and stumbled bleary-eyed back to his computer. After a few minutes of you playing by yourself, he looked over to check on you because you had gotten quiet. There you were, smiling back at him, from *inside* the ottoman. You were sitting up amidst all the stuffed animals inside, just as happy as could be. That ottoman is chest-high on you, and he could not possibly fathom how you got in there, at least in an upright position. Since then, you have divulged your technique, and it basically involves throwing your leg over your shoulder, pulling yourself up with your arms, and diving headfirst into the bin, pressing your forehead against the rim to keep you from completely flipping upside-down. You use your forehead like another appendage. You can also climb out onto the other ottoman, complete with a little gymnast’s dismount onto the rug. How can this be?! You were barely on your feet a month ago!

You are turning out to have a great sense of humor. One day, I left you in your room and went over to mine to get dressed. As soon as I got one leg into my pants, I heard you shrieking with laughter. I peeked around the corner and saw that, in your attempt to trash your room by throwing all of the clothes out of a basket, you discovered the cat was burrowed down at the bottom. You thought this was just about the funniest thing ever and could not stop cracking up. You think it’s endlessly hilarious to bonk your daddy in the head with various found objects (and why he continues to encourage this, I’ll never understand). You love chasing us around the living room as we crawl away in mock horror, and when you catch us, you pounce on top of us, shrieking with giggles as we cry “Oh, nooo!” You even seem to have a sense of humor about yourself. You were being particularly whiny one morning while Nana was here, and I recorded your crying on my iPhone. When I played it back to you, you looked puzzled for a moment, and then you laughed at the sound of your own voice. The more we played it, the funnier you thought it was. It completely snapped you out of your mood.

You’re also starting to really want to make others laugh, too. You are no longer fearful when new people come to visit, and you instead turn on the charm.  You shriek and blow raspberries and clap (a new skill this month!) and generally clown until you find the precise combination of silliness that makes each person smile. Then you do it over and over again. You’ve started doing a call-and-response type of communicating with other babies, and you get excited when they smile or laugh back at you. You also love our reaction when you give us kisses (i.e. open-mouthed slobber) and hugs. You are a turning out to be a goofy little ham. I’ve got to get some of it on video soon.

You’re still not really napping much, but I’m over it. After months of three-hour attempts that resulted in 30-minute naps, I’ve given up trying to strong-arm you into it and I’m letting you dictate your slumber times. I have no more delusions of a “nap schedule” or of getting a break or even time to shower during the day, so that if it does happen, I’m pleasantly surprised. Generally you’re now down to one, and occasionally two, but it’s rarely more than an hour total in a 12-hour period. You’re actually a better napper on the go, and often pass out in your stroller or the Ergo for a brief catnap on the fly. Now that summer’s nearly here, I’m just embracing it. We can stay out all day and come and go when we please because we are not bound by any routine or schedule. It’s nice, actually. And you are *zonked* by the end of the day, so we’re assured an awesome night’s sleep, which you have been consistently delivering for a couple of months now. Oh, and in addition to your beloved Softy, we have added a rotation of light blankets into your crib, and you love balling them up in your fists and snuggling with them as you drift off to sleep.

You are obsessed with your books now: reading them, but also pulling them all off the shelf, studying their covers, and then throwing them on the floor. Your favorite books this month include the following – Doggies, Boats, Animal Nursery Rhymes, and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? That last one was already a cherished one in the past, but now I can really see you processing and internalizing it. You’re loving the repetitive language and predictability of books like that. You’ve become an expert page turner, and you even turn the page in anticipation at the precise moment I say “I see a…(looking at me).” Clever girl.

Wow – we’re just about at the year mark, Miss Dina. For once, I’m not feeling a sense of utter disbelief, because you are undeniably evolving into a toddler and you seem light years away from your newborn self. I’m really loving this stage. You have so much personality now. It’s like I can already see who you’re going to be as a child: a fearless, messy whirlwind of giggles and strong opinions.  Just what I hoped for in a daughter. I’m so excited to celebrate your upcoming birthday with you and to watch your continued evolution unfold.

Love ya, love ya, love ya lots.

XO,

Mom

Wordless Wednesday: Oh, the Terror Edition

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Yard sale, yard sale, yard sale!

Anyone who knows me knows I love a good yard sale. The thrill of the hunt, the early morning weekend drive, the voyeuristic pleasure of picking through a stranger’s castoffs, the satisfaction of a score of something I didn’t even know I needed…all good stuff. Sylvie will be schooled in the ways of the scavenger soon enough, and will eventually be chanting “yard sales!” into her sleeping daddy’s ear at sunrise on Saturday mornings. I couldn’t have been more proud when my friend Danielle told me that her daughter Maggie (age 3) forced her daddy up out of bed at 7 a.m., lest he miss all the good stuff to be discovered!

However, sometimes even a scavenger needs to purge the excess, and this was one of those times. We held our own packrat extravaganza on May 1st with our buddy Andrew, and we managed to fill our backyard with a bonanza of stuff we didn’t even remember we had. For four hours, we hung out back there with Sylvie, and she gawked in fascination as people were streaming in, asking us how much things were, and giving her little smiles and waves.

The sale was over at 2:00, but we were having such a good time hanging out in the backyard that we decided to keep the party going with an “Everything’s a dollar fire sale.” We invited our friends Nancy, Chi-Yun, and Luke over, had some beers, and sat back as the babies scampered about the treasure-strewn lawn. At the end of the day, we had a nice relaxing time, came out about $200 richer and a lot lighter. We may just do it again in June!

Hey, Luke!

Hey, Luke!

Stuff, strangers, sun, and now my buddy Luke, too?! This day rocks!

Stuff, strangers, sun, and now my buddy Luke, too?! This day rocks!

Dun-dun...

Dun-dun...

...dun-dun...

...dun-dun...

dun-dun

...dun-dun...

...smile attack!

...smile attack!

Gotta go check out how much junk is left!

Gotta go check out how much junk is left!

The remnants of the fire sale (I *may* have reclaimed the giant fan)

The remnants of the fire sale (I *may* have reclaimed the giant fan)