Friday, March 8, 2013

daddy-daughter dates


Sean and Josephine have been on a whole slew of daddy-daughter dates this winter.  As my diet has grown increasingly restricted, I've been [rather easily, it seems!] replaced on outings by Sean's little apprentice.
Every time I see this picture I get SO hungry, 
and they're not even at one of the GOOD pizza places!
Who knew that gluten and dairy owned so much of my soul??


I'll admit, it's less that I've been replaced and more that my incentive for juggling the kids through a restaurant meal has simply diminished dramatically.  The foods I can eat are not really worth the hassle.  Plus, my need for some quieter time is always ragingly high, so it tends to work out well all around.

Josephine certainly loves it.


I am, of course, looking forward to actually getting to go on mommy-daddy dates when we get back to Austin!  It's been one of the worse ironies of being here with two small kids.  It's been a blessing and a privilege, but it has not been (at least for me) what one might picture when you imagine living in NYC for nearly a year.  I've found that I simply CANNOT let myself think about how much I'm missing out on being able to do.  (It helps that there has still been much to treasure that I HAVE been able to do.)
Of course, the good thing about having been so restricted is that we would probably be flat broke by now if we could have gone about freely and engaged with whatever adventure struck our fancy!  


it's the little things, anyway.





two bookstores on Tuesday's marathon date (St. Mark's and Books of Wonder)



Cha-An Teahouse







Metropolitan Museum of Art




Central Park:








They also ate three meals out and went shopping that day-- be grateful that the iphone doesn't have a better camera on it-- you'd be seeing 5,000 more photos than what I have here!
She came home with fingernail stickers?  I don't know what to do with fingernail stickers!  I thought maybe they'd work like temporary tattoos.  The answer is they don't.  Advice?   I have told her she can wear them for her fourth birthday party, which we're celebrating as we pass through Bedford on our way back home next weekend.  It seems I have some "how to" googling to squeeze in...

and it kept snowing!



Pretty fabulous that we got one final accumulation of snow before we leave!  Went down this morning to play in it a bit.



This time the snow packed easily-- it's perfect for snowman making-- but for some reason Josephine wasn't all that interested today.  (She even knocked over my little baseball player above!  humph.  She was all keyed up because she'd had some chocolate that the guy at Rosario's gifted her when we were out yesterday.  Don't know why she had to take it out on my little snowman, though.  Jason?  Yes, that's what I thought.  10:84 is undoubtedly "Take out all aggression on Mom.")

betrayed.
Put me back under the awning, woman.


Seeing as how I boxed up my snow boots, gloves, scarf, and long johns several days ago when the forecast was showing sunny, upper 40's until our departure, my bare hands and sneakers didn't last all that long.  And Clement needed a nap.  So we filled up her tea pot with snow and brought it inside with us.  
I've heard of snow painting a few times this winter, and while I haven't actually read about how to do it properly, we improvised.  I figured it was a good way to use up the tiny, dried up chunks of water colors in her old set.  (One less thing to pack!)





She seemed to really enjoy the activity.  I'm especially glad for her sake that we had another good snowfall.  Many of her prayers revolve around asking God for snow.  More specifically, she asks him WHEN it is going to snow again (there's no "if" or "pretty please" about it).  This has led to many discussions about how we hear God answer our prayers because she never hears loud voices that boom down "IN TWO DAYS" or whatever.  As a side note, he does seem to be fairly prompt with his responses to her.

Of course, in the absence of real snow, there's always fake snow...

Flubber is another of her favorite table time activities.  The stuff I made is just white because I didn't have any dye for it... so it is frequently used as pasta or snow when she pretends.  

This particular creation was "Santa's house"... snow inside and out.  She eventually created a downstairs on the chair, where it was dry, so he could sleep.  

Alright.  Enough procrastinating.  Need to get stuff done.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Grug

embarking on our last adventure!

Josephine and I went this morning to see Grug, an Australian production geared towards kids her age.  It was tremendously adorable-- even the adults smiled and laughed through the whole thing.  The three performers/puppeteers did such an expressive, enthusiastic job, and the set and storyline were clever.
Also, you had to love that every time Grug appeared, the tiny girl next to me (maybe 1.5 years old) got all excited and squeaked, "GWUUUG!"


The kids wrote him letters ahead of time (Josephine drew him maps).
in the play area before going into the studio

mailing her letter to Grug

We couldn't take pictures during the performance, but afterwards, the kids were allowed to approach the set, have photos made, wish Grug a Happy Birthday, and talk to (or more accurately: stand and gawk at) the performers.

Matt and Ellen holding Grug and Cara

Hamish with the little worm


Josephine at her first show
 

It was truly a pleasant little adventure.  I'm so glad Sean had heard about this kid's show; it was absolutely perfect.  Plus, it snowed the whole time we were out -- just enough to add charm -- and we got a final dose of Manhattan since it was just a couple blocks from Times Square.



Truly an excellent note on which to end!


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

"Parent Rap" and Packing Update

This has been going around for a while now; if you haven't seen it, you need to.  They do a really cute job with it.  Every time I come across it, I love it.  I want easy access to it in the future, so I'm putting it here.

The packing is going well.  Current count: 26 boxes (some are small) packed, itemized, labeled, weighed (460 pounds, so far).  Sean took Josephine on an 11 hour daddy-daughter date yesterday -- I'm not kidding -- so that made for some good productivity around these parts!  Gets tougher as we get closer to the end... some stuff is just going to have to wait for the last minute.  I get my final hurrah with Josephine tomorrow morning: we're going to go see Grug, a children's show at a theater near Times Square.  In the snow, according to the forecast.  Apparently I boxed up my winter boots a hair too soon.
The "bittersweet" feelings about our time here coming to an end are getting more dramatic (at least for me; Sean shuns drama).  I need to coin a new word for this phase... something more extreme... let's take it up to "sobbingeager".  I see things that seem SO familiar, and I know it's the last time I'll experience/visit with/see them.  Like the clerks in the little shops, people at church, the way a gust of wind pulls at the purple cart, signs in shop windows that I've read a million times, the way I feel annoyed every time I see the two CVS shops right across the intersection from each other, smelling Astoria Fishery, Starbucks, bus diesel, floral shops, and cigarettes, drooling when I pass Rosario's (prosciutto) and La Guli (sweets), the noise of the train clacking along and braking on the overhead N/Q train, cats coming and going out of Jolson's, the colored lights in the church tower, the library, the laundromat, the cafe with best cuban sandwich ever... A lot of things keep causing the tears to well up when the finality sinks in.  (Okay, ZERO tears over the laundromat.  But the clientele and employees... yeah-- it's an experience.  It maybe gets one drop.)  These lows ebb and flow with the highs of EVERYTHING I so eagerly await back home.  Friends, family, community, conveniences...  Ohhhh, I'm SO ready to be home!!!  Up and down.  Up and down.  I see why they count "moving" as one of the main stressors in life.


Friday, March 1, 2013

perpetually 6 months old

I'm so glad that February doesn't have a 29th this year.  This means Clement doesn't have to turn 7 months, right?

NYC needs more Carhartts.

An update:

Over the last month, our routine has developed into the following:  Wake up about 8:30.  Breakfast.  Play.  Nap from about 10:30 until 12:30 or 1:00.  Lunch.  Play or go out.  Afternoon nap starting at 2:30 or 3... lasts 1.5 to 2 hours.  Dinner by 6.  Bed by 8:15 or so-- I try to be consistent.  He always falls asleep easily, it's just the resettling himself that's hard when he starts to stir-- sometimes harder than others.  There is a feeding that happens around 5.  (Sometimes this is what starts to creep up to 4 or 3 or 2:30-- and the lines get pretty blurry the rest of the night about who's expecting what.)  Then up at 8:30 the next morning. The days when he cooperates perfectly are total heaven.  I love it.  His afternoon nap aligns with Josephine's... it's glorious.  But to be honest, most days have at least one glitch somewhere-- and most frequently, it's a second overnight waking that I feel like I have to feed because he absolutely won't settle.

He eats a little food at each meal, now, too.  So far: rice cereal, green beans, peas, sweet potato, apple, banana.

Eczema... So the Vitamin D wasn't the miracle cure I hoped, though I do think it helps.  I'm now off dairy, egg, gluten (as of Feb 11), and soy (as of Feb 22).  I tried Dreft when we ran out of Charlie's Soap.  I've ordered a lotion containing neem oil at the suggestion of my aunt.  I have taken away his stuffed toys and sprayed the carpet with a vinegar solution (again) to combat dust mites.  His trunk, legs, and arms do continue to look better-- nearly clear... but they aren't soft again yet, and he does still scratch at them persistently, so I know he's still itching and miserable.  His cheeks have remained easily aggravated and chapped.  I suppose the next step would be to cut out all nuts, but that's being hard to do with so much else out of my diet.  I rely on almond milk, peanut butter, and several nut/seed based snacks to supplement what is otherwise a diet of meat/fish, fruits and vegetables.  With the stress of the next couple weeks, I don't know that I'll take on that additional challenge.  Might just hold out hope that some environmental changes with moving to Texas do the trick.

Clement has known his name for a couple months now-- that's something I keep forgetting to write.  I noticed he would look up at me if I said his name, even when I was just talking about him to someone else.  He also know's Josephine's name.  It's kind of like saying "LOOK, SQUIRREL" to my in-law's dog, who then excitedly focuses her full attention on finding the squirrel.  You can be sitting alone in a room with Clement and say, "Where's Josephine?" and he get's these big eyes, immediately turning to look at the opening to the room, first.  If she's not there, his eyes dart around to every other possible hiding place.  One must keep tabs on a threatening nemesis!
I think he might know who "Dad" is, too, but those reactions are a little harder to interpret.  I have seen him look over to Sean's side of the bed when I ask (we do a lot of hanging out on the bed-- it's the only place where we all have comfortable seating-- so that's a reasonable response).

He's at a busy age (for a kid that doesn't crawl).  The down side is that he's VERY distractible while nursing.  It's a major battle to keep him under the nursing cover in public, so I've pretty much given up on that.  And even at home, he hears every noise and thinks it means he needs to stop what he's doing and investigate.  Super annoying when you're trying to get through a feeding.
The flip side is that I LOVE his heightened levels of engagement.  He's got quite the bag of tricks.  One is where he shakes his head, waits for you to shake yours back, then returns the head shake.  He will play this forever.  Don't have a video of it yet.  It's just adorable how fun he thinks this is.
His latest is a punching motion where he holds his right fist out like a club and just pounds it down on whatever is around.  He's VERY proud of this skill and will show it off the second he has a captive audience.  Video here.



It's always fun to watch him play with his toys.  He sees one he wants and rarely just reaches for it-- he pounces.  He'll eye it for a few seconds, like a cat, and then suddenly lunge and grab.  If he misses, he pulls back, reevaluates, pounces harder.  Funnily, he gravitates towards the exact toys that Josephine had zero interest in.  This has been rewarding for me, because I had purchased a variety for Josephine when she was a baby, only to have her ignore them.  I kept them and feel very redeemed as they've now been wholly enjoyed-- just by a different baby.  I also see this as a further indication of my genetic influence on Clement: he likes the toys I like!  Just like his love for jumping mirrors the fact that I adored a johnny jump-up when I was a baby, too.  He's MINE!!  Not that he looks much like me... yet.


Speaking of looks, his hair is starting to fill in a little bit!  Still red!  Such a fair child.


Happy Never 7 Months Birthday, Clementude!