Tuesday, July 2, 2013

11 months!

Boy is THAT  a Josephine smirk. 
Clement hit the 11 month mark on Saturday!  It's SO hard for me to imagine him turning ONE at the end of this month.  That seems so OLD, and yet he still seems so NEW.

Sean and I recently discussed how the fact that the first 7 months of his life were in NY contributes to feeling disoriented... they were in a place so out-of-sight-out-of-mind that it almost feels like half of his life went missing!  I'm all, "But he's only been here 4 months!  How can he be turning one already?!?!"
When I really stop to think about the last 12 months, it blows me away and I start to feel like it's been the longest year EVER.  Distance, time, space in either dimension... it's weird stuff.  Hard to wrap your head around.

Clement's still a snuggle machine, with a strong[ly vocalized] preference for being held and carried.  His relative lack of interest in autonomous motion, combined with his separation anxiety, also contribute to making him seem so baby-like still... Not a month shy of being ONE.  Of course, I've been accused of spoiling him, so I suppose I have a subconscious desire to see him as a baby still.  I do soak up each snuggle and try to memorize the moment, knowing a day will come when he'll be all too independent!
Dad's birthday's an informal event, right?  Pants optional?
A couple weeks ago we started having him practice blanket time in a different room from everyone else, as we started realizing that he basically NEVER had truly independent play because Josephine was always around.  As you might guess based off the separation anxiety I mentioned, this had a rough start.  Thankfully, he has grown into it well, and I currently set the timer for 10-15 minutes, and he plays happily.  A side effect is that he's also learning to help put the blocks back in the bucket, or the toys back in the box after each blanket time.  I've been surprised at how focused he's stayed while doing this.

So that has been a good step in the direction of Clement gaining independence.

Trouble One and Trouble Two momentarily transformed into Cuteness One and Cuteness Two

He is still napping and sleeping well; nothing new with that part of our routine.  He continues to be a good eater.  Last week we began giving him goat milk kefir, to see whether it would cause his eczema to flare up.  I am accompanying Sean on a trip to Florida soon, and while the kids are with my parents, they'll need to have something to give Clement besides water.  Also, since it will just be a week or two shy of his 1 year birthday, I was hoping to wean him so I wouldn't have to pump on our vacation.  However, hypoallergenic formula wasn't working (his rash would worsen when we tried it), so the goat milk kefir was my last hope.  I am pretty delighted (while still acknowledging that maybe it hasn't built in his system enough to cause a problem yet) that it seems to be working!!!  I will be SO thrilled to be off the hook regarding all these endless diet restrictions and the guessing games over eczema flare-ups.  So last week, in conjunction with starting to add the kefir to his diet, I dropped his afternoon feeding, and just yesterday, dropped the late morning one.  We're down to a nursing session before bed and one upon waking up in the morning, which I should be able to whittle down before Florida.

I admit, despite the annoyance at all the restrictions and guessing and fretting, that I've enjoyed nursing Clement-- he's been more into it than Josephine was.  True to much of her independent nature as a baby, by the time she got to about 7 months or so, she seemed to have a take-it-or-leave-it ambivalence when it came to mama's milk.  I tended to feel like I was still nursing her out of sheer determination, to tick a box, because it was healthy for her-- even though she didn't really seem to want it.  Never thought I'd identify with women who felt guilty for weaning a baby if they'd fed him/her for a year or longer... but here I am, feeling precisely that way.  Clement, being far less independent and much more of a mommy-clinger, seems to really like this source of comfort and I feel guilty making him grow up out of it.  It actually makes me sad.

I suppose I can always drown my sadness in the rediscovery of cheese, eggs, seafood, nut butter, etc.  ;)

Because clearly I'm suffering in the diet department... see next photo...

Clement:  UUUHHhhhh, are we seriously taking a break from eating brisket to look at Dad's iphone?
 la barbecue

Not too worried about Clement's lack of crawling.  I've read that as long as the baby is making progress in moving places with his body, he's fine.  And he is.  He can pull up on stuff, and cruise along it both directions now.  He's not way fast, but he has certainly improved in strength and balance and endurance.  He also does some scooching along on his bottom, usually in circles or backwards, and has perfected a tremendous ratio of reach by leaning without losing his balance.  And he loves walking places with people holding his hands.

Occasionally I'll sit him in front of a youtube video of a baby crawling, just to make sure he understands that this is an OPTION -- that this is what he is supposed to be doing!!  However, so far the only thing he's learned from these tutorials is how to repeat the word "baby" back to me.

Other words added to his vocabulary since my last update...
"Dipe" sometimes announcing he has a dirty one, sometimes just mimicking me saying diaper as we change it.  I heard "that" for a while, pointing at just about everything.  Josephine really clung to the word "this" for a long time, so I won't be surprised if he finds a generic word like "that" and does the same thing.  Haven't heard it in the last week or so, though.  He knows duck ("duh") and will frequently say hi and bye to "duh" when I am hanging up and taking down the window curtain (really a quilt with a duck on it).  Sometimes when I'm chatting with him, I ask him questions like, "Hiiii, Clement, did you have a good nap?" to which he seems to know he's supposed to answer and will say "yeh/yay" back.  He can also say the word "no" and is PROLIFIC at shaking his head no.  (hmmmm... don't know where he got that from... I've even seen him shake his head at Josephine in kind of a parental, tsk-tsk way.  Good grief.)  "More" has improved, as has his sign for it.  "Bah" still indicates pretty much anything he really likes, especially "ball".  And he loves holding his brush during diaper changes, and talks to me about the "buh" while he's holding it.
He's finally used my name once, maybe twice, in a non-distressed tone, so that makes me happy.  :-)  Usually though I'm still his go-to word in moments of panic or heartbreak.

The cutest of all these interactions is the development of his hand wave with his "hi" and his adoration for giving high fives.  I love how tickled he gets when you clap your hand against his.

The little tike definitely has me wrapped around his finger.  I'm SO grateful to be his mama.  There is truly nothing that makes me happier than sitting across from Trouble One and Trouble Two at the lunch table and watching their precious little faces.

And here's the photo where I sacrifice all personal dignity, exposing two dozen
double chins, to demonstrate EXACTLY how big this boy's emotional snuggle cup is.
He laid there wide awake forever, quiet as a mouse while I dozed.  Played happily afterwards, cup filled.
Josephine didn't work this way.  But Clement's all "HOLD ME, WOMAN."
--No problem, DEAR CHILD.  As long as I can sleep while doing so.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

I cut a foot off my head.

Can't say that every day.

I did the chopping.  Birds did the styling.

And a picture of each munchkin, just because they're way more interesting.  


Stay tuned... Josephine says she wants her hair cut, too!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

a daddy in denial

Shouldn't he be TIRED?  He either doesn't want to admit it, or he thinks he can beat the tiredness [and the rest of us into the ground] on sheer willpower.  



I don't know if this is a gender thing or down to individual personalities, but your typical mom, for Mother's Day, requests things like sleeping in, a massage/pedicure, a dinner out... things generally revolving around RELAXING.   Something cute from the kids and a card from her husband are also appreciated.  Just a "thank you" and some sleep or peace and quiet.  That'd be perfect.

Father's Day, however, doesn't seem to carry the same theme.  I had the cute gifts in place and was mentally on board with the idea of making sure Sean had an easy, relaxing day.  (Not exactly aided by the temper tantrum Josephine threw before church... but I figured we'd just bounce back from that... the whole day was before us.)

The whole day was before us.

Indeed.

So forget RELAXING.  This is FATHER'S DAY!!  And that means, "Conquer the world!!!"  --at least to Sean.  

Church was great.  
From church we headed over to Buzz Mill, where we knew they had a flapjacks-for-fathers thing going on, with beer and bacon or something like that.  (By the way, if you follow that link, you'll see a picture of the bar.  That beaver head?  Apparently the first time Sean brought Josephine here, he looked down to realize she was petting it lovingly, prior to exploring its eyeball with her finger.  Lovely.  While we were there this time, a guy came in with his dog on a leash.  Dog was SUPER interested in that beaver head.  Quite the beloved beaver.)  
Anyway, it was already sweltering and we were out in the courtyard area, waiting, when we started to realize how drastically understaffed this production was.  Did eventually get some food, and we found out that the Blue Ox BBQ trailer back there has some AMAZING brisket.  Honestly, the best I've had in Austin if you want my opinion.  Better than Franklin's.  Maybe it was just a great chunk of meat, or an especially good day?  Don't know.  But I'm eager to go back and find out.

And so, with that sweaty plunge into hipsterdom tucked under out belts, we headed home.  Sean opened his cutesy gifts and read the book Josephine had picked out for him from Book People (see video here).   At this point, I thought we could all breathe a deep and restful sigh of relief... maybe take a nap...

But there was still so much of the day before us!!!

So back in the car we went.

wait.  what's happening now?




We drove an hour out to Granger Lake to embark on another hike... one that, admittedly, sounded good.  Dense hardwoods along the perimeter of the lake, wide paths, super shady, a cool bridge, etc.


Apparently the book we have on local hikes is dated.


This poor child was absolutely MISERABLE.  Don't know what happened to all the hardwoods, and the path was barely a foot wide in places, with itchy weeds that came up to Josephine's neck encroaching on the walking space.  We made it half a mile before caving to the intensifying soundtrack of a moaning four year old and giving up.  She was covered in those fuzzy (but scratchy) burrs and seemed about on the verge of disowning her dad, Father's Day or not.

Turns out "Toughen up!" isn't a phrase that goes over well with this one.

Like a truly heroic daddy, Sean saved the day, though.  He found a swimming spot (I remembered her swimsuit this time), and she got to cool off a bit.


She loved this and wanted to stay "all day" but her brother was weighing in with a different voice, having had enough character building for the day...



On the way home we graced Monument Cafe in Georgetown with our... er... rugged presence, and by the time we got back to Austin there was only a bit of time to scrub down the kids before bed.  

It was a day as fully conquered as possible.  Can't quite tell if that makes it a successful Father's Day or not, as his criteria are simply so foreign to me.  (I do know that when next May rolls around I'll be giving explicit instructions that my Mother's Day look NOTHING like this whatsoever!)



Well, except for this part.  I'll take some of this.


Josephine and Clement are truly lucky to call this man Dad.  
All that character he's building in them is on a mile-deep foundation of love.

Happy Father's Day, Sean!



P.S.  In other news, his birthday is this Sunday.  He has already forgotten how much conquering we did last Sunday, and is asking what we'll be doing for his birthday.  :-/  If a family member hasn't from me by the following weekend, please send search party!


Sunday, June 16, 2013

phone fill-in (May - June 2)

May 5.  Bastrop.




May 6.  Josephine and Clement on the rubber cow.

May 25.  Josephine with some of her first tomatoes.  Her plants have produced super well!

May 25.  Brentwood Park.




June 2.  Sean took Josephine out to the family land at Lost Prairie.

phone fill-in (March 17 - April 14)

I just downloaded half a year's worth of photos that Sean has been taking with his camera phone, so here are a few of those images.

March 17.  Driving back to Austin.

March 17.  In Austin.  Clement wanting to make up for lost time when it comes to bbq.

March 23.  Sean took Josephine to play miniature golf for the first time.



April 3.  Moving truck arrived.  We didn't hire United, much less a van with graffiti.
But everything was unbroken and accounted for.  
Didn't ask questions.

April 7.  Daddy-daughter date.




April 11.

April 14.  Playing with a beautiful dollhouse at Granny's house.