Baths and breakfast

Filed under: Anya,funny,moments,Sierra — by Lex on March 21st, 2009 @ 8:13 am

This morning, as Anya sat eating her breakfast (banana appetizer), I took out a bag to feed Charlie. “No, Daddy, I don’t want to eat dog food,” Anya said.

Last night, I had a first: I bathed Anya, and then Sierra, in rapid succession. I don’t think I’ve bathed both in the same night before.

They seem to enjoy baths in different ways. Anya has non-stop conversations with herself, the water, a couple bath toys, flips over to swim, and wants me to “make a faucet” (a game I accidentally invented a year ago, where I pour from her bucket to create a, well, fake faucet).

Sierra, though, likes to smile and kick. Kick kick kick, splash splash splash.

Good times.

Happy Brushing

Filed under: Anya,funny,moments — by Lex on January 20th, 2009 @ 6:33 pm

When we first started brushing Anya’s teeth, she had a heck of a time remembering to keep her mouth open. While I was on a trip to LA, Lauren found a cool way to get her to do so; namely, by declaring what the “O” says (hint: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”).

Nothing lasts forever, and that didn’t. But I soon got Anya to keep her mouth open for extended periods of teeth brushing by having her sing with me. We would sing songs — mostly “Happy Birthday” — replacing each syllable with “Ahhhh”:

Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh!

Ahhhhhnya finds this hilarious, and does a great job keeping her mouth wide open while singing during the brushing process. When I try to switch up the song, she says “NO! We have to sing Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh!”

Recently, I let her solo on the brushing tune. She sang as follows:

Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh AHHH ahhhh
Ahhhh ahhh AHHH AHHHH dear Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhh

The “dear” killed me.

Moments

Filed under: moments — by Lauren on January 2nd, 2009 @ 2:24 pm

My stupid moment of the week:  Getting my hand stuck in the Diaper Genie – so stuck that Lex needed to come help me get it out.  OUCH.

My restful moment of the night:  Waking up at 5 am to feed Sierra – for the first time since we all went to bed at 11 pm!  Sweet.

My gross moment of the morning:  When Sierra spit up all over me, with much of the output landing in my bra.  Did I mention that a good amount of this came out of her NOSE?  Yuck.

My peaceful moment of the afternoon: The sudden realization that it is 2:15 pm and the house is so quiet because I have two sleeping daughters.  Ahhhh.

When the hormones come down…

Filed under: baby's progress,moments,photos — by Lauren on December 15th, 2008 @ 9:45 pm

…the tears will surely follow.  I am not a crier by any means, but yesterday afternoon I bawled like the baby that Sierra is.  I had gone upstairs to get Anya after her nap.  Anya often takes a while to truly wake up, so I sat on her bed with her while she shook her groggies out.  She has this stuffed bunny; it’s one of those dolls that you can pull a cord (in this case, its tail) and it will play a short song.  I pulled the tail and as the music started to play, she said she wanted it.  She immediately cradled it in her arms and started rocking it like a baby, and that got me started.  Then she said, “She needs a friend!” and grabbed her Ernie doll.  When she began making them hug and hold hands, I completely lost it.  I know it seems silly and I’m doing a poor job describing what was so moving about the moment to me.  Here was this perfect little compassionate PERSON that I MADE, and now I have TWO of them!

In other news, Sierra’s umbilical cord stump fell off Saturday night, so expect pictures of her first real bath some time soon.  Also, after posting about Sierra only wanting to sleep when held in her one week update, she had two awesome nights in a row!  She slept mainly in the Co-Sleeper, and only woke to eat once between 11:30 pm and 7 am.  Both nights she ate quickly and went right back to sleep.  She probably would have slept even later than 7 am but we had to get our morning started.  I really hope this is the start of a trend.  I’m more rested now with a newborn than I was when I was pregnant!  Last, Sierra had her first bottle this morning.  It was just an ounce and half of expressed breast milk to see if she’d take it so I can go to Anya’s Hannukkah party at school on Thursday without worrying that Sierra will be hungry at home with Lex.  She downed it like a champ, and happily went back to the breast as soon as it was finished.

It’s not Halloween yet, but…

Filed under: baby's progress,funny,moments,photos — by Lauren on October 22nd, 2008 @ 7:07 pm

…I still had to post this picture.  I went to Babies’R'Us to exchange a few things yesterday and saw that all of their Halloween clothes were discounted 40% off.  I also had a 20% off one item coupon.  That made for a pretty good deal.  We were just going to have Anya wear her duck costume from last year since it still more or less fits, but I decided to check out what they had in the next size up.  There were two costumes I liked – a poodle and a pink monster.  I asked her which one she wanted, and she immediately went for the dog.  I tried to get her to pick the monster since I liked it better, but she was adamant.  She finally convinced me when she said, “I will wear the dog and I will say ‘Woof!’”

OOOH, just remembered this, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the post, but oh well.  This morning while I was combing her hair after her bath, she suddenly turned around, threw her arms around my belly, and shouted, “I love my baby sister!”  Let’s all hope this affection lasts once Baby Sister is actually here.  I think that aside from any normal jealousy that is bound to arise, Anya is going to be a great big sister.

Things Anya Says

Filed under: funny,moments — by Lex on October 15th, 2008 @ 7:58 am

(After she helps me put food in Charlie’s bowl, I suggest she go back to the playroom.) “No, I will stay right here and sit down and watch Charlie eat.” (She does.) “I’m helping Charlie do his work, eating his food. We’re doing it together.” 

Anya is big on collaboration.

In the morning, more than once: “I gave you a kiss; you can wake up now, Daddy!” (You can hear the semicolon when she says it.)

“Daddy’s making his nails so pretty! He can watch a video now.” (While watching me cut my nails. Anya, as you may recall, watches a video while getting her nails trimmed.)

(Discussing our recently re-painted shower ceiling.) “The man painted the shower, the– the– the– sky in the shower, just like I paint on the paper.”

“The sheep, he makes a sound like this: Baaaaaaaah!” (While singing along with Raffi.)

Anya’s first haircut

Filed under: moments,photos — by Lauren on September 27th, 2008 @ 10:42 pm

We took Anya to get her hair cut for the first time this afternoon.  She had gone to see her friend Rachel get her hair cut earlier in the week, so at least she was sort of prepared.  When we got there, Anya was pretty clingy and didn’t want to sit in any of the car chairs she had been talking about all day.  She eventually agreed to sit on my lap but was still a little scared until the woman got started.  Then Anya was fine and chatted away with us until her haircut was done.  It doesn’t look any different from before she got it cut, but it was a good first experience for her.

Daddy Daughter Day

Filed under: family,funny,moments — by Lex on August 14th, 2008 @ 8:01 am

This past Sunday, Lauren went into NYC to visit a friend. I told Anya that because Mommy was taking the bus to New York, that Anya and I would have a very special Daddy Daughter Day.

I had her at “bus.”

“Mommy take the bus! Mommy go to New Jork!” (Anya has an interesting accent sometimes.)

Now, spending time with one’s offspring isn’t a special event. I hate when it’s implied that because I’m home with Anya, I’m “babysitting.” No; I’m parenting. Spending an hour or a day solo with kid is part of Dadhood, and doesn’t suggest that I’ve achieved some milestone.

Still, with Lauren going away for the day, I thought it’d be fun to label the day as special and plan some activities, vs. just hanging out and playing at home. I also assumed that if we gave the day a special name, we could add it to Anya’s repertoire of stories she loves to tell and be told (e.g., “Anya Goes to Sesame Place,” “Anya Goes to the Park,” “Daddy Wakes Up Anya in the Morning,” “Anya at School,” “Anya at the Library,” and “The Great Gatsby”).

After we dropped Mommy off at the bus for New Jork, we started driving to the Sprayground. During the drive, amusingly, Anya asked me to regale her with some of her favorite personal stories — the ones listed parenthetically above. Over and over and over again. It was cute, but eventually we ran out of stories, although demand for stories continued to rage. The stories became more self-referential and less, uh, interesting:

“Once upon a time, Anya and Daddy were driving to the Sprayground at Doorbrook Park! Anya wanted Daddy to tell her stories, so Daddy told her the story of how once upon a time, Anya and Daddy were driving to the Sprayground at Doorbrook…”

Anya has a good time at the Sprayground. She’s not the most adventurous kid at the park by far, but she can have a great time. We started with one of the little mini-streams, and she pretended it was a sink. (This became a major theme of our time at the park.) After washing her hands for awhile, she suddenly became consumed with the need to find soap and ran around looking for some until I suggested we use pretend soap instead. With some of the bigger sprayers, Anya enjoyed having me swing her around, darting back and forth through the sprays. There are lots of ways Anya plays at the splash park, and it’s a joy to watch.

Note for the jealous who can’t see how we played: I decided I wanted DDD to be a day I experienced live, instead of getting tied up in taping and photographing. You lose!

We ate lunch on our blanket at the park. Said meal was eaten very nicely by Anya, and punctuated with bursts of enthusiasm from her: “The man has a dog! The dog’s walking! The man is walking, too! He looks just like Charlie!” (I assume she meant the dog.) “The girl is wearing a swimsuit!” “The baby is crying!”

Post-lunch, we drove home. I tried to keep Anya awake — it was too early for her nap, but it was also clear she was pooped. As I attempted to engage her (“What does a cow say?” “What’s Mommy’s real name?”) The answers got softer and softer and more drawn-out: “L-aurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrren.” She conked out about two minutes from the house. Attempts to rouse her — loud taking, Charlie barking as we walked in, etc — were futile, and she went down for her nap. She woke up too early, after just 40 minutes, and rather than attempt perhaps a better solution in the long-term, I went for short-term success and satisfaction: I sat in the rocker and let her sleep the next 30+ minutes on my shoulder. Good times.

Post-nap, there was book-reading in the playroom, than piano-playing in the family room. When we first sat down at the piano, Anya began plunking keys at random and singing Elmo’s Song. Hilarious. We played songs together for a surprisingly long time.

Then, when I suggested we make a project for Mommy to welcome her home, Anya thought it was a heck of an idea. She made a beautiful card for Lauren, and when we finished up, it was time to go get her!

(“Mommy on the bus to New Jork!”)

Daddy Daughter Day was great. I do regret not having enough accumulated wealth to stick around and play with Anya all day long every day. The requirements of work and needing to Get Stuff Done aren’t flexible right now. But frankly, work doesn’t pay as well as Anya does.

Halfway there and then some

Filed under: funny,moments,photos,symptoms — by Lauren on July 30th, 2008 @ 9:31 pm

I’m 21 weeks and 2 days pregnant today! More than halfway there. Baby Girl Friedman has been kicking, jumping, and rolling all over the place. At our ultrasound she was head down, but she must have turned again because most of the jabs I get are sucker punches straight to my bladder. She’s pretty active, especially at night. I love that I can feel her move, but truth be told, it can get a little annoying to feel those lighter pokes over and over again – it’s almost like being tickled from the inside.

I forgot to post this story from a few weeks ago: I had gone to Toys’R'Us one morning after dropping Anya off at daycare, hoping to find very low chairs to go with a table I had just built for her big girl room. I got there a few minutes before the store opened and was waiting outside the doors when a woman joined me. We stood there silently for a few moments, and then she turned to me and said, “You must be due any day now.” Shocked, I looked down at my belly and replied, “No, I’m actually not due until December.” She became very flustered (which I secretly enjoyed) and said, “Oh…well…uh…you’ve really popped!” I said something about how I showed early with my first pregnancy, too, and the conversation ended there.

Now, I know I carried very far forward with Anya and always looked farther along in the pregnancy than I was, and yes, it seems that I will be repeating that experience with this baby, but come on! I was 18 or 19 weeks along, and if that lady thought I looked nine months pregnant then, how big am I going to be when I’m actually nine months?!? Then again, she probably wasn’t the brightest light bulb of the bunch. I don’t think I look nine months pregnant yet, do you?

See even more belly pictures here!

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Tonight as I was putting Anya to bed, she asked, “Baby can hear it?” when I turned the CD player on for her bedtime songs.  I said sure, we could let baby hear the music, too, and I moved my shirt off my belly for her.  Anya put her head down on my stomach, said, “Okay, baby.  Listen!” and then started to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” (trying her hardest to sing along with the music, something I never noticed her do before).  It was such a sweet, tender moment, and it was hard not to get choked up.  I hope very much that she will care for her little sister as much as she does now when she is actually here.

MAD

Filed under: baby's progress,moments — by Lauren on July 27th, 2008 @ 11:37 pm

Tantrums and fits of crying are on the rise here – not surprising, as Anya nears her second birthday.  We’re trying to use a lot of the techniques you might read about when approaching these kinds of behaviors, including reflecting what we see and labeling emotions.  Tonight when I was helping Anya brush her teeth she got pretty upset because when she wouldn’t cooperate I made her lie down on my lap.  She kept fighting me while screaming, “Sit up!  SIT UP!”  When I finished, she was still crying, so I said to her, “You didn’t like it when I made you lie down.  You were mad at me!  Mad mad mad!”  She calmed down and we talked a little about how if she doesn’t open her mouth, I can’t brush her teeth, and then she can’t have a turn to do it herself like a big girl, blah blah blah.

Later, as I was putting her to bed, we went through our usual back and forth about how many books I was going to read (because if she had it her way, I’d read every book she owns – TWICE).  When I said that we were not going to read But Not the Hippopatomus because we’d already read two books and that it was time for her goodnight songs, she started to cry and tried to grab the book.  I told her she could go into the crib right now instead of music, so she yelled, “NO!” and sat back down but continued to cry.  Then she turns to me and says, “I crying.  I MAD!  Anya’s mad!” 

OHHHHHH, so hard not to laugh!

It’s good to know that she listens, though, and I was then able to go through the whole “You wanted to read another book and I said no, so that made you mad, that made you angry” thing.  She did finally go to bed easily and without tears after one more quick run to the bathroom.

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