Ivan is getting to be a very good walker.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Beautiful baby boy at breakfast
I think my Ivan is just about the sweetest boy who ever lived, and this photo captures a bit of that. Just looking at it makes me want to scoop him up and give him smooches.
Sunday breakfast
We all met for breakfast down at the Dana Point Harbor last Sunday morning. Annie was nice enough to share her eggs with Grampy, and Grampy was nice enough to eat them, baby slobber and all.
Blood test
Annie had a blood test today, which may have been harder on me than it was on her. She was happy as a clam in the waiting room, walking around, talking to herself, grabbing at women's purses and trying to turn over trashcans. Then we had to go to the back, where Carlos, the highly-recommended infant phlebotomist, got Annie ready. She caught on pretty quick and started to holler even before the needle appeared. Luckily Carlos was as good as I've heard, and the ordeal was over pretty quickly. But Annie was loud--so loud that all the people in the waiting room gave us sympathetic looks as we rushed out the door.
I gave Annie a cookie to eat in the car, which cheered her immensely. Grandi was at home taking care of Ivan while we were at the lab, and as soon as we walked in Annie was grinning and pointing and squirming out of my arms. Once she was free she toddled over to where Grandi was laying on the floor and happily sat on her belly. I took that as a sign that she was back to her old self.
We get the test results in 2-3 days. I'll keep you posted.
I gave Annie a cookie to eat in the car, which cheered her immensely. Grandi was at home taking care of Ivan while we were at the lab, and as soon as we walked in Annie was grinning and pointing and squirming out of my arms. Once she was free she toddled over to where Grandi was laying on the floor and happily sat on her belly. I took that as a sign that she was back to her old self.
We get the test results in 2-3 days. I'll keep you posted.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
What we do all day
Annie and Ivan have a favorite game; it's called "The Cycle of Destruction." We play it several times a day, and the babies always win. Here are the rules:
1. Everything in a container must be removed from that container and spread all over the floor. Bonus points for item(s) wedged under furniture or large appliances.
The babies generally start this part of the game by dumping their toys onto the living room floor and pulling the books from the bottom shelf of the bookcase. They then move on to the kitchen, where they quickly sift through the box of tupperware, the kitchen drawers, and any inadvertantly unlocked cabinets. Next they rush down the hall to dig through any baskets of laundry, handbags or diaperbags. This is not an exhaustive list; all containers are fair game and will be exploited.
2. All liquids must be liberated and dispersed across as many surfaces as possible. Bonus points for each article of clothing that must be immediately removed and put in the wash.
This means that all of the following must be dumped on the furniture and floor: bottles, sippy cups, mugs of mommy's coffee when she is still sleepy and not watching carefully enough, and the ultimate coup, Newton's water dish.
3. As many toys as possible must be thrown off the balcony.
I think this one is self explanatory.
Each round ends at naptime, at which point one or both parents rush around putting the house back together. Just when things get under control, and one sits down to read the newspaper or send an email, Annie and Ivan are up and ready to play again.
One evening, after a particularly stunning round of The Cycle of Destruction, I realized that it was physically impossible for the house to get any messier, and the only thing the babies could do was to move the mess around. I was tempted to just leave everything in disarray until the children got their own apartments. But I couldn't give up. I am clinging to the belief that one day I will win The Cycle of Destruction and reclaim my living room for my own.
1. Everything in a container must be removed from that container and spread all over the floor. Bonus points for item(s) wedged under furniture or large appliances.
The babies generally start this part of the game by dumping their toys onto the living room floor and pulling the books from the bottom shelf of the bookcase. They then move on to the kitchen, where they quickly sift through the box of tupperware, the kitchen drawers, and any inadvertantly unlocked cabinets. Next they rush down the hall to dig through any baskets of laundry, handbags or diaperbags. This is not an exhaustive list; all containers are fair game and will be exploited.
2. All liquids must be liberated and dispersed across as many surfaces as possible. Bonus points for each article of clothing that must be immediately removed and put in the wash.
This means that all of the following must be dumped on the furniture and floor: bottles, sippy cups, mugs of mommy's coffee when she is still sleepy and not watching carefully enough, and the ultimate coup, Newton's water dish.
3. As many toys as possible must be thrown off the balcony.
I think this one is self explanatory.
Each round ends at naptime, at which point one or both parents rush around putting the house back together. Just when things get under control, and one sits down to read the newspaper or send an email, Annie and Ivan are up and ready to play again.
One evening, after a particularly stunning round of The Cycle of Destruction, I realized that it was physically impossible for the house to get any messier, and the only thing the babies could do was to move the mess around. I was tempted to just leave everything in disarray until the children got their own apartments. But I couldn't give up. I am clinging to the belief that one day I will win The Cycle of Destruction and reclaim my living room for my own.
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