A couple hours ago we returned from our short weekend at my parents' house in Barrington, NH and a stop-over at Nicole's in MA. We had a very relaxing time--lots of lounging around and eating homemade junk food (doughnuts, cookies, pie...yummy!). It was a small Christmas with only my little family and Danielle and Zev's family visiting with my parents. A couple highlights are that Isaac went sledding (initially hated it and then liked it the next day) and Christmas caroling. It was very special for him to spend so much time with his cousins and grandparents--I think he'll be disappointed not seeing them tomorrow morning. Please enjoy the pictures below.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
How to raise a crybaby
The first time I held Isaac in my hands, he was heavier than I expected. He looked different than the small, fragile, howling infant I'd prepared myself for. My just-born son, looking like a three-month old, came into this world with thick arms and pudgy legs. When the nurse put him on the scale, Isaac weighed in at 9 lbs, 3 ounces. Substantial. And safe. For the first six months of his life, Isaac maintained his place in the 90th percentile for height. Any father that tells you that he doesn't take pride in his son's height and weight is lying (especially any father who was small as a child). We keep his growth charts in a file cabinet, and, over the past year, Isaac has been trending back toward the middle. This was probably inevitable: Anique and I are not big people. No one in my family is over 6' 1". No doubt Isaac will have to make the NBA as one of those streaky combo-2 guards, with "quick hops" and a strong work ethic.
Though no longer larger than his peers, Isaac has shown a remarkable ability to bounce back from the various scrapes and skirmishes associated with life as a toddler. Last month, when his teacher at daycare told me that Isaac had been bitten by one of his classmates, she noted that "Isaac didn't cry. He never cries." This past weekend, Isaac was playing on our bed and fell head-first on the hardwood floor. Understandably, he cried this time, but only for a second. Then he touched his head, exclaimed "Ouch!", and attempted to climb back onto the bed. Again, I found myself feeling an absurd sense of pride. Not that I want to raise a child who does not feel it is OK to cry. But, a son who is strong enough to stand up, shake himself off, and get back to the business of jumping on the bed? That's the kind of son I want to have. Hell, that's the kind of man I want to be.
Last week, two things happened that made me stop and question this feeling. The first happened when I got a call last Tuesday from the director of his daycare. At some point during the afternoon, Isaac's elbow had become dislocated (the nontechnical term for this is nursemaid's elbow). "We don't know exactly when it happened," she said. "Isaac never cried." When I got to the daycare, Isaac was sitting in a chair at the table, looking at the ground. There was puzzle on the table in front of him, all of its pieces in their original places. He was holding his left arm. He was quiet.
Nearly seven months earlier, Isaac had dislocated that same elbow. That time the circumstances were also unclear: the accident seemed to happen during the night. Perhaps while he was sleeping, Isaac rolled over, pinning the arm under his body. We don't really know for sure. That morning, he had screamed off and on as we drove, first to our family doctor's office, where three times the doctor tried and failed to pop it back into place, and then to Children's Hospital, where the physician's assistant in the Orthopedics department manipulated his little arm, twisting his forearm past that point where you imagine the arm might break. Almost immediately, Isaac began to use his arm again, and it was over.
Last Tuesday, we repeated this process. Again, the doctor at our pediatrician's office tried and failed to pop Isaac's elbow into place. This time Isaac, becoming more verbal every day, sat in Anique's lap, alternately crying and repeating "I go! I go!" That night, after he had fallen asleep, we lied awake in bed, hoping that the elbow would shift back into place. It didn't. When Isaac woke up that morning, his left arm hanging there motionless, we made the decision to drive to Children's. Or, more accurately, Anique made the decision. I busied myself with the little things that fathers do: preparing his bag for the drive into Boston, filling up his snack cup. These were the actions I took to cover up the anger, the sadness, and the shame: the anger I felt that our doctors could not fix Isaac's arm; the sadness that I could not keep my son safe; the shame that I was a man who could not protect his son. At Children's, the ER doctor quickly popped Isaac's elbow back into place. Though he required a little coaxing to test out the arm again, Isaac was soon batting at a star-shaped balloon with both arms. It was over. But it isn't over, not really.
In the New York Times this past Sunday, in the Sport Section, there was a long piece about Derek Boogaard. For those interested, I've included the link here: A Boy Learns to Brawl.
Boogaard was a 28-year old NHL forward, most recently for the New York Rangers, who died of an overdose this past summer. Most reports cited the effects of a hockey career spent filling the "enforcer" role. At the time of his death the 6' 8" Boogaard, nicknamed "the Boogey Man," was one of the most feared fighters in the NHL. Most commentators assumed that his many fighting-related injuries, concussions reported and ignored, contributed to his depression and his (likely) suicide. However, what I found most upsetting in this profile of Boogaard's childhood, save the picture of Boogaard as a two-year old (see below), is this quotation from the first line of the story: "DEREK BOOGAARD was scared. He did not know whom he would fight, just that he must." The article goes on to describe how, in large part due to his size, Boogaard was cast as a brawler, was made into someone who had to drop his gloves in order to secure a spot on a team's roster. Google Boogaard and here's one of the first photos that comes up:
In the photo, Boogaard has both fists raised. He is acting out his role as the "Boogey Man." According to the Times, he told his mother after one particularly gruesome fight, "It's OK. It's my job now." But Boogaard's size could not keep him safe. Nor could his parents. The picture of Boogaard that sticks with me is this one from the article:
In the two-year old Boogaard, I see my son. In the two-year old Boogaard, I think we see all of our sons. As much as I want to I will not always be able to keep Isaac safe. He will get scared. He will be hurt. Sometimes he will fall and not immediately pop back up and try to climb back onto the bed. As his father, I want to him to know that in those moments there is no shame in crying. There is strength in seeking comfort. I want him to know that in those moments I will be there for him. And in those inevitable moments, I will try to heed my own advice: there is not shame in crying. There is strength in seeking comfort.
Though no longer larger than his peers, Isaac has shown a remarkable ability to bounce back from the various scrapes and skirmishes associated with life as a toddler. Last month, when his teacher at daycare told me that Isaac had been bitten by one of his classmates, she noted that "Isaac didn't cry. He never cries." This past weekend, Isaac was playing on our bed and fell head-first on the hardwood floor. Understandably, he cried this time, but only for a second. Then he touched his head, exclaimed "Ouch!", and attempted to climb back onto the bed. Again, I found myself feeling an absurd sense of pride. Not that I want to raise a child who does not feel it is OK to cry. But, a son who is strong enough to stand up, shake himself off, and get back to the business of jumping on the bed? That's the kind of son I want to have. Hell, that's the kind of man I want to be.
Last week, two things happened that made me stop and question this feeling. The first happened when I got a call last Tuesday from the director of his daycare. At some point during the afternoon, Isaac's elbow had become dislocated (the nontechnical term for this is nursemaid's elbow). "We don't know exactly when it happened," she said. "Isaac never cried." When I got to the daycare, Isaac was sitting in a chair at the table, looking at the ground. There was puzzle on the table in front of him, all of its pieces in their original places. He was holding his left arm. He was quiet.
Nearly seven months earlier, Isaac had dislocated that same elbow. That time the circumstances were also unclear: the accident seemed to happen during the night. Perhaps while he was sleeping, Isaac rolled over, pinning the arm under his body. We don't really know for sure. That morning, he had screamed off and on as we drove, first to our family doctor's office, where three times the doctor tried and failed to pop it back into place, and then to Children's Hospital, where the physician's assistant in the Orthopedics department manipulated his little arm, twisting his forearm past that point where you imagine the arm might break. Almost immediately, Isaac began to use his arm again, and it was over.
Last Tuesday, we repeated this process. Again, the doctor at our pediatrician's office tried and failed to pop Isaac's elbow into place. This time Isaac, becoming more verbal every day, sat in Anique's lap, alternately crying and repeating "I go! I go!" That night, after he had fallen asleep, we lied awake in bed, hoping that the elbow would shift back into place. It didn't. When Isaac woke up that morning, his left arm hanging there motionless, we made the decision to drive to Children's. Or, more accurately, Anique made the decision. I busied myself with the little things that fathers do: preparing his bag for the drive into Boston, filling up his snack cup. These were the actions I took to cover up the anger, the sadness, and the shame: the anger I felt that our doctors could not fix Isaac's arm; the sadness that I could not keep my son safe; the shame that I was a man who could not protect his son. At Children's, the ER doctor quickly popped Isaac's elbow back into place. Though he required a little coaxing to test out the arm again, Isaac was soon batting at a star-shaped balloon with both arms. It was over. But it isn't over, not really.
In the New York Times this past Sunday, in the Sport Section, there was a long piece about Derek Boogaard. For those interested, I've included the link here: A Boy Learns to Brawl.
Boogaard was a 28-year old NHL forward, most recently for the New York Rangers, who died of an overdose this past summer. Most reports cited the effects of a hockey career spent filling the "enforcer" role. At the time of his death the 6' 8" Boogaard, nicknamed "the Boogey Man," was one of the most feared fighters in the NHL. Most commentators assumed that his many fighting-related injuries, concussions reported and ignored, contributed to his depression and his (likely) suicide. However, what I found most upsetting in this profile of Boogaard's childhood, save the picture of Boogaard as a two-year old (see below), is this quotation from the first line of the story: "DEREK BOOGAARD was scared. He did not know whom he would fight, just that he must." The article goes on to describe how, in large part due to his size, Boogaard was cast as a brawler, was made into someone who had to drop his gloves in order to secure a spot on a team's roster. Google Boogaard and here's one of the first photos that comes up:
In the photo, Boogaard has both fists raised. He is acting out his role as the "Boogey Man." According to the Times, he told his mother after one particularly gruesome fight, "It's OK. It's my job now." But Boogaard's size could not keep him safe. Nor could his parents. The picture of Boogaard that sticks with me is this one from the article:
In the two-year old Boogaard, I see my son. In the two-year old Boogaard, I think we see all of our sons. As much as I want to I will not always be able to keep Isaac safe. He will get scared. He will be hurt. Sometimes he will fall and not immediately pop back up and try to climb back onto the bed. As his father, I want to him to know that in those moments there is no shame in crying. There is strength in seeking comfort. I want him to know that in those moments I will be there for him. And in those inevitable moments, I will try to heed my own advice: there is not shame in crying. There is strength in seeking comfort.
Monday, December 5, 2011
An Isaac Haiku. Composed 12/5/2011
He sees the playground
from his car seat. "Playground!!! Swing!!!"
so we pull over.
from his car seat. "Playground!!! Swing!!!"
so we pull over.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Isaac Reads
We haven't posted in a while as things have been quite busy this fall. However, dedicated readers of "Becoming Isaac OM," we promise more Isaac-content in the weeks to come. Here's a short video Anique shot this morning of our boy reading/reciting several of his favorite books. This kids loves books: often he tells us to sit and read one book while he thumbs through a different one.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Halloween friends
This morning we got together with our friends for a Halloween brunch. This is the same group I've met with somewhat regularly since we were all pregnant at the same time. Now all our kids are talking, climbing everything and stealing each others toys. Check out our little frog in the pictures that Anne and her husband Neil took:
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Monday, October 24, 2011
Apple-picking with Aunt Moracca
My sister Moriah is visiting this week from Tuscon and Isaac is loving the time with his aunt (so much so that he's currently refusing to take his afternoon nap). Because "Moriah" is a little hard to say, and because Isaac's attempts sound a lot like his "Maya," Moriah has agreed to go by the (awesome) nickname, "Moracca." Isaac has been calling her that all day.
This morning, we went apple-picking at Honeypot Orchards in Stowe. After a long year in the desert--were temps were 100 last week--Moriah has been appreciating the "grey skies," chilly weather and fall colors. We had a great time at Honeypot playing in the pumpkin patch, picking a few of the remaining Empire apples, sharing cider donuts and visiting with the farm animals. See for yourselves:
This morning, we went apple-picking at Honeypot Orchards in Stowe. After a long year in the desert--were temps were 100 last week--Moriah has been appreciating the "grey skies," chilly weather and fall colors. We had a great time at Honeypot playing in the pumpkin patch, picking a few of the remaining Empire apples, sharing cider donuts and visiting with the farm animals. See for yourselves:
Monday, October 3, 2011
Isaac at the playground with Grandma and Grandpa
Here are a couple of short videos Grandpa Bob shot of Isaac at a local playground. Yes, he's still in his pajamas even though it's almost 6 PM. Enjoy!
Friday, September 30, 2011
At the Cooper-Hall Lake house, Hillsborough, NH
Pictured (from left to right, babies in all caps): ISAAC, Anique, Jose, Bill, COOPER, Emily B-W, MAYA, Josh, NOAH, Emily W, Rebecca
Thursday, September 29, 2011
The official end of babyhood
Isaac is close to 18 months old. This past Saturday, after bath, PJs, and books, I nursed Isaac for the last time. I didn't know it would be the last time while it was happening, but it was. He was already down to just two times a day and while he probably could have gone on nursing for another year, I was ready. I've been looking for an out and on Sunday morning, on mistake, he gave it to me.
Normally, it was the first part of his day. On Sunday, we went downstairs and I started making coffee. At this point, he usually asks to nurse (a combination of sign, words and facial expressions). On Sunday, he didn't. He pointed at sippy cups drying by the sink and said "ba-tl." I said, "Bottle?" and then he said, "Elk!" He wanted milk and asked for it! I grabbed the milk from the fridge and filled up a sippy. I then watched in amazement as he downed it in under a minute or two. As the day went on, he didn't ask to nurse, but just to be safe, I had Josh put him down for a nap. At bedtime, he didn't ask and so I put him in his crib. As I shut the door, he cried out. As I walked down the stairs to ask Josh his opinion on what I should do, Isaac stopped crying.
Since Sunday, Isaac has asked a few times. Today while I was home for the Jewish New Year celebration, Isaac was really tired and really could have benefited from the wonderful cure-all that is breastmilk. But I held firm even when he spoke "nurse!" and pointed at the couch (our regular spot).
While I won't miss the presence of all those horrifying teeth or the sometime demanding nature of his requests, already I miss how calm my big walking, talking boy would get when we would nurse. Like an adult after meditation or a big work-out, Isaac slowed down when he was in my arms and relaxed completely. He'd look up at me when I'd tickle his feet and smile with his eyes. Afterward, he was happy and ready to play again (or fall asleep).
Many people choose not to breastfeed a big baby. They think it's disgusting somehow that a child can ask to nurse. I always remind those people that babies "ask" to nurse way before they can actually speak the words. But once they can ask, as Isaac could, why is that so bad? I know Isaac didn't need my breastmilk in the same way that he needed it right after he was born, but I know he liked it and I liked it too. Not in a weird sexual way, but in a, I'm his parent and I love him way. Some babies choose to end nursing on their own. A couple of my nephews were like that. You see, my sisters have always talked about nursing as a mutual relationship: it's wonderful until it's not for one of you. That's when it comes to an end--when it's not working anymore for both mom and baby. Like any break-up, there is one person who is a little happier than the other about that outcome. I guess in this instance, that was me.
So after almost 18 months of breastfeeding, Isaac's babyhood is over. I know he'll still be a "baby" to Josh and me, but now that Isaac walks, talks, eats with a fork, has his own wants and desires, I see that we've entered into a whole new phase of his development.
Normally, it was the first part of his day. On Sunday, we went downstairs and I started making coffee. At this point, he usually asks to nurse (a combination of sign, words and facial expressions). On Sunday, he didn't. He pointed at sippy cups drying by the sink and said "ba-tl." I said, "Bottle?" and then he said, "Elk!" He wanted milk and asked for it! I grabbed the milk from the fridge and filled up a sippy. I then watched in amazement as he downed it in under a minute or two. As the day went on, he didn't ask to nurse, but just to be safe, I had Josh put him down for a nap. At bedtime, he didn't ask and so I put him in his crib. As I shut the door, he cried out. As I walked down the stairs to ask Josh his opinion on what I should do, Isaac stopped crying.
Since Sunday, Isaac has asked a few times. Today while I was home for the Jewish New Year celebration, Isaac was really tired and really could have benefited from the wonderful cure-all that is breastmilk. But I held firm even when he spoke "nurse!" and pointed at the couch (our regular spot).
While I won't miss the presence of all those horrifying teeth or the sometime demanding nature of his requests, already I miss how calm my big walking, talking boy would get when we would nurse. Like an adult after meditation or a big work-out, Isaac slowed down when he was in my arms and relaxed completely. He'd look up at me when I'd tickle his feet and smile with his eyes. Afterward, he was happy and ready to play again (or fall asleep).
Many people choose not to breastfeed a big baby. They think it's disgusting somehow that a child can ask to nurse. I always remind those people that babies "ask" to nurse way before they can actually speak the words. But once they can ask, as Isaac could, why is that so bad? I know Isaac didn't need my breastmilk in the same way that he needed it right after he was born, but I know he liked it and I liked it too. Not in a weird sexual way, but in a, I'm his parent and I love him way. Some babies choose to end nursing on their own. A couple of my nephews were like that. You see, my sisters have always talked about nursing as a mutual relationship: it's wonderful until it's not for one of you. That's when it comes to an end--when it's not working anymore for both mom and baby. Like any break-up, there is one person who is a little happier than the other about that outcome. I guess in this instance, that was me.
So after almost 18 months of breastfeeding, Isaac's babyhood is over. I know he'll still be a "baby" to Josh and me, but now that Isaac walks, talks, eats with a fork, has his own wants and desires, I see that we've entered into a whole new phase of his development.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Uncle Paul!
Tuesday night, we left Isaac in JP with his Uncle Paul and cousin Maya so that we could go to the Red Sox game (tickets from Josh's colleague at the Journal). Paul had his game face on and seemed ready for anything--tantrum, tears, hitting... We left him and wished him well. A few innings into the game, we called to check in. Things were...perfect! The kids did great together and Isaac didn't fuss at all during bedtime. Great job Uncle Paul!
End of 2011 Summer
Although the weather today was humid and warm, we know the days are getting colder and we aren't looking forward to the day when the temperature is so cold that Isaac doesn't like "out-siah" anymore. So we are scrambling to enjoy these final warm days while we have them. Here are pictures of us at Walden Pond with cousin Maya, the apple orchard and visiting with friends in NH (Emily, Maya, Emily, Bill, Cooper, Bec, Jose and Noah--the group has grown!). As many of you know, I love using the self-timer on my camera and was busy setting up the final group shot at the lake house when my camera's battery died! Ugh. That's why all we have is my "test" shot with half the people missing. Below is an embedded slide show. If you don't see the pictures, or they seem weirdly formatted, click on the area below this text and it should send you to the Picassa page where the pictures reside. Enjoy!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
He speaks!
Here is an up-to-date list of Isaac's words, in no particular order, with philological context where appropriate:
Bubble
Tree: a particular favorite, Isaac began saying this word after an overnight stay in Barrington with Gaga and Pepere. Unlike Pepere, for now Isaac sees only the good in trees and not their house-wrecking potential.
Tiger
Puppy ("Pu-pey")
Outside: his number one favorite, almost always expressed as an exclamation of glee, as in "Outside! ... isn't it great?" or as a one-word imperative sentence: "Outside!" punctuated by wild gesticulations, and a hurried walk to the front or back door. Also often accompanied by whining.
Read ("eee-d"): also used primarily in the imperative.
Banana or "a-nana." Isaac tends to say "banana" when he sees one. This should not be understood as a sign of gastronomic interest. Rather, it should be understood as Isaac informing us that "yes, those yellow things on the kitchen counter are, in fact, bananas." Many a good banana has ended up on the floor because of our failure to perceive this nuance.
Ball: this word is used for any spherical object, including, but not limited to actual balls, peaches, nectarines, and apples.
Oats: a new word this week, said while contemplating bowl of oatmeal
Mama and Dada: sometimes used to identify said parents and sometimes used as expressions of intense feeling, happy and sad. Dada also said in response to picture of the Quaker Oats man. Unclear why ...
Josh ("o-sshhh"): already preparing for that time, a decade or so in the future, when Isaac the mouthy teenager will refer to his parents by their first names.
Chair
and, finally,
Aye Aye Aye: Originally sung as an echo to the chorus of Toots & the Maytalls' classic tune, "Monkey Man"; more recently spoken in mock-old-Jewish-woman exasperation (think: "Oy Vey!")
Bubble
Tree: a particular favorite, Isaac began saying this word after an overnight stay in Barrington with Gaga and Pepere. Unlike Pepere, for now Isaac sees only the good in trees and not their house-wrecking potential.
Tiger
Puppy ("Pu-pey")
Outside: his number one favorite, almost always expressed as an exclamation of glee, as in "Outside! ... isn't it great?" or as a one-word imperative sentence: "Outside!" punctuated by wild gesticulations, and a hurried walk to the front or back door. Also often accompanied by whining.
Read ("eee-d"): also used primarily in the imperative.
Banana or "a-nana." Isaac tends to say "banana" when he sees one. This should not be understood as a sign of gastronomic interest. Rather, it should be understood as Isaac informing us that "yes, those yellow things on the kitchen counter are, in fact, bananas." Many a good banana has ended up on the floor because of our failure to perceive this nuance.
Ball: this word is used for any spherical object, including, but not limited to actual balls, peaches, nectarines, and apples.
Oats: a new word this week, said while contemplating bowl of oatmeal
Mama and Dada: sometimes used to identify said parents and sometimes used as expressions of intense feeling, happy and sad. Dada also said in response to picture of the Quaker Oats man. Unclear why ...
Josh ("o-sshhh"): already preparing for that time, a decade or so in the future, when Isaac the mouthy teenager will refer to his parents by their first names.
Chair
and, finally,
Aye Aye Aye: Originally sung as an echo to the chorus of Toots & the Maytalls' classic tune, "Monkey Man"; more recently spoken in mock-old-Jewish-woman exasperation (think: "Oy Vey!")
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Our Anniversary
Just a couple days ago, Josh and I celebrated our 7 year wedding anniversary. We had an amazing time. We dropped off Isaac at my parents' house Saturday afternoon where "out-siah" (outside) became officially his favorite word. He loved wandering around on the grass, touching the trees, being on the "tam-een" (trampoline). Josh and I drove to Portsmouth, NH and checked into the fancy Hilton in the downtown. We wandered around the town, holding hands, checking out cute shops. Eventually we wandered over to the public garden area and bumped into high school friends. After that surprise meeting, we slowly went back to our room and prepared for our date night. We went to dinner at the Wellington Room (thanks Masons!). It's a small and very intimate chef-owned place that came up first when I Googled "romantic Portsmouth restaurant." After dinner, we wandered over to the public outdoor theater where they were showing Indiana Jones. The whole time, we called my parents only twice or three times. Isaac was doing great. He was happy and excited to be there.
The next morning, we went to breakfast at an outdoor cafe and eventually struck up a conversation with a nice couple with a toddler. It turns out they live in Arlington, MA and are new to the area.
Meanwhile, Isaac slept way late (6:50am), went to church and flirted with the people there. He ran up and down along the pews and waved at everyone.
Those were invigorating 24 hours.
The next morning, we went to breakfast at an outdoor cafe and eventually struck up a conversation with a nice couple with a toddler. It turns out they live in Arlington, MA and are new to the area.
Meanwhile, Isaac slept way late (6:50am), went to church and flirted with the people there. He ran up and down along the pews and waved at everyone.
Those were invigorating 24 hours.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
OM Road trip to Wellsboro, Lewisberg and Larchmont
We took off last Thursday afternoon for a three-night trip. Josh had packed among the bags, our favorite homemade dinner of quinoa-chicken and then picked up Isaac from daycare and then me from Brandeis. We drove for about 100 miles and then took a rest stop to eat dinner. Isaac was the mayor of the travel plaza: he approached every stranger, looked them in the eye, and then waved and smiled. He had a parade of fans. A Mcdonald's employee gave us a toy just because she thought Isaac was so cute. Unfortunately, when Isaac is in mayor mode, he doesn't want to eat. We eventually gave up on dinner, put him in his pjs and went back to the car. We drove until around midnight. We landed in Wellsboro, PA. What a sweet town! Josh's boss/professor lent us his home. It's a loft-style place and was very clean and comfortable. The next morning, we explored the Main Street area and admired the old-time feel of the place. It's all mom-and-pop stores. They even have one of the oldest diners in America. Of course we had to check that out! Then we went to the Rails and Trails path down the road--a railroad that was converted into a bike path. It was very lush in the "Pennsylvania Grand Canyon" as its called there.
In a very lazy way (very different for us!) we made it back to our little house to shower for the wedding that night (friends Jared and Laurie from Boston). The wedding was at Laurie's family farm in Lewisberg, PA (about 1.5 hrs from Wellsboro). Absolutely beautiful working farm! There was crazy thunder and lightening, but it all ended just in time for the ceremony. Isaac is always chatty, but was particularly vocal during the "moments of silence." Uh oh. Jared later said he loved it (phew). Instead of camping at the farm as we had planned, we piled back into our car and drove all the way back to Wellsboro with the idea that everyone would sleep better. I was really tired so Josh powered through and drove us.
The next day we packed up and got on the road to drove to NY. We hit terrible traffic and ended up 2 hrs late to visit my elderly aunt and uncle. Thankfully, they were very understanding and were just happy to see us. It was a fun visit and Isaac really enjoyed Aunt Sylvia's special Italian cookies and drinking out of a bought water bottle (another unusual thing for us).
That evening we stayed with Falmouth Road Race-pregnant goddess, Ali, and of course Jason too. We just hung out together that night. Having Isaac explore their fashionable glass coffee table and wine glass display cinched it for Jason that they need to change up their furniture for post-baby life.
On Sunday morning, after a quick walk to my all-time favorite bakery, Bradley's, we had a full breakfast at our other great friends', the Reists. The food was very good, but a highlight was sitting in the living room listening to Josh and Adam jam. Isaac squealed with delight when they played "Monkey Man"--a song Isaac loves to sing along to.
Late morning, we hit the road and felt so good from all the love and good times we'd had with our dear friends. Below are a few pictures (stupidly, we didn't do a good job remembering our camera this visit). There is also a short video of Isaac saying "Josh." Enjoy!
In a very lazy way (very different for us!) we made it back to our little house to shower for the wedding that night (friends Jared and Laurie from Boston). The wedding was at Laurie's family farm in Lewisberg, PA (about 1.5 hrs from Wellsboro). Absolutely beautiful working farm! There was crazy thunder and lightening, but it all ended just in time for the ceremony. Isaac is always chatty, but was particularly vocal during the "moments of silence." Uh oh. Jared later said he loved it (phew). Instead of camping at the farm as we had planned, we piled back into our car and drove all the way back to Wellsboro with the idea that everyone would sleep better. I was really tired so Josh powered through and drove us.
The next day we packed up and got on the road to drove to NY. We hit terrible traffic and ended up 2 hrs late to visit my elderly aunt and uncle. Thankfully, they were very understanding and were just happy to see us. It was a fun visit and Isaac really enjoyed Aunt Sylvia's special Italian cookies and drinking out of a bought water bottle (another unusual thing for us).
That evening we stayed with Falmouth Road Race-pregnant goddess, Ali, and of course Jason too. We just hung out together that night. Having Isaac explore their fashionable glass coffee table and wine glass display cinched it for Jason that they need to change up their furniture for post-baby life.
On Sunday morning, after a quick walk to my all-time favorite bakery, Bradley's, we had a full breakfast at our other great friends', the Reists. The food was very good, but a highlight was sitting in the living room listening to Josh and Adam jam. Isaac squealed with delight when they played "Monkey Man"--a song Isaac loves to sing along to.
Late morning, we hit the road and felt so good from all the love and good times we'd had with our dear friends. Below are a few pictures (stupidly, we didn't do a good job remembering our camera this visit). There is also a short video of Isaac saying "Josh." Enjoy!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Falmouth Road Race!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Summer 2011
It's been a busy summer--see our pictures below of us letting it all hang out (literally) at Walden Pond, celebrating the 4th of July, going to the Aquarium, enjoying cousins in Barrington and lounging at the beach with the Masons. We love summer in New England!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Isaac Walks!!
After many weeks of cruising and taking one or two steps, Isaac seems more comfortable with walking now. He still prefers crawling, but everyday he does more and more walking and seems to be really proud of himself. Special thanks to Mom for playing the red-ball game (also known as fetch!) with Isaac on Saturday. He loves it!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Isaac enjoying the summer
This weekend we bought a child bike seat and installed it on my (AOM) bike. This morning we tested it out and went on a family bike ride into Cambridge to visit friends. Isaac enjoys the ride, but dislikes wearing is helmet. Hopefully, he won't mind it so much as the summer goes on.
Another exciting thing is that Isaac LOVES being in water. He squeals when we swim in our condo pool and gets really happy when he's wading in the water at Walden. He crawls around in the water and splashes. It's very cute.
Check out these pictures of our summer so far. The first batch are of our trip to the Cambridge River Festival and the bus ride home. After that, I grabbed some shots of Isaac enjoying a homemade popsicle--simply pureed peaches and pineapple.
Another exciting thing is that Isaac LOVES being in water. He squeals when we swim in our condo pool and gets really happy when he's wading in the water at Walden. He crawls around in the water and splashes. It's very cute.
Check out these pictures of our summer so far. The first batch are of our trip to the Cambridge River Festival and the bus ride home. After that, I grabbed some shots of Isaac enjoying a homemade popsicle--simply pureed peaches and pineapple.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
California Trip 2011
Please check out the three albums below of our California trip. We had a great time! The plane trip was fine--Isaac got a little antsy, but didn't really cry. We hiked a lot (see the pics) and Emily and Andres's wedding was beautiful. We can't wait to see their professional pics because we didn't take our camera during the wedding. For those who didn't know, my dad was their celebrant and did a great job. Enjoy the pics!
Monday, May 16, 2011
13.1, stairs, Gaga, and Cali
It seems like we've had a bunch of big events lately for everyone in the family. For example, yesterday Josh rather unceremoniously ran a half marathon! He finished in under two hours and felt great. Later that day we had most of my family over our house for my mom-"Gaga"-'s 70th birthday party. It was a good party. Josh and I (mostly Josh) wrote a song for the occasion that made my mom cry. It was very special.
Meanwhile, Isaac has been crawling for months now, but only relatively recently did he discover that he even liked it and that it could take him places that are fun. I think it takes about 10 seconds for him to go from playing quietly on the carpet to dangerously climbing the stairs. Tonight he didn't even want to eat dinner because he wanted to play. That is a first! He loves food. He made his "more" sign and then pointed to the play area. So I took him out of his seat and let him play. He just seems so determined to climb the stairs and stand as much as he possibly can. I don't know when walking will happen, but non-walking feels enough right now. With sign language, Isaac has discovered how effectively he can communicate his needs to us. Sometimes when he's tired he'll make the "more" sign and I'll say, "more of what, Isaac?" Then I'll give him the options as I see it by speaking and pointing. He decides and then suddenly seems happier.
The last thing that is pretty big is that the three of us are going to LA for nine days. We leave this Saturday. I'm the matron of honor for Emily Hibbet's wedding and so we decided to make a trip out of the occasion. We plan on seeing some of our LA family and then doing a lot of hiking around Topanga and Malibu. If you have any suggestions as to what to do or where to eat, please email us so we can check it out. We're a little nervous about the long flight and about all of our bags. If you have tips for traveling with a 13 month old, please send ideas along!
Wish us luck on this big adventure. I'm sure it will be eventful, but I am really looking forward to spending that much time with Isaac and Josh. Even if we sit around all day!
Meanwhile, Isaac has been crawling for months now, but only relatively recently did he discover that he even liked it and that it could take him places that are fun. I think it takes about 10 seconds for him to go from playing quietly on the carpet to dangerously climbing the stairs. Tonight he didn't even want to eat dinner because he wanted to play. That is a first! He loves food. He made his "more" sign and then pointed to the play area. So I took him out of his seat and let him play. He just seems so determined to climb the stairs and stand as much as he possibly can. I don't know when walking will happen, but non-walking feels enough right now. With sign language, Isaac has discovered how effectively he can communicate his needs to us. Sometimes when he's tired he'll make the "more" sign and I'll say, "more of what, Isaac?" Then I'll give him the options as I see it by speaking and pointing. He decides and then suddenly seems happier.
The last thing that is pretty big is that the three of us are going to LA for nine days. We leave this Saturday. I'm the matron of honor for Emily Hibbet's wedding and so we decided to make a trip out of the occasion. We plan on seeing some of our LA family and then doing a lot of hiking around Topanga and Malibu. If you have any suggestions as to what to do or where to eat, please email us so we can check it out. We're a little nervous about the long flight and about all of our bags. If you have tips for traveling with a 13 month old, please send ideas along!
Wish us luck on this big adventure. I'm sure it will be eventful, but I am really looking forward to spending that much time with Isaac and Josh. Even if we sit around all day!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Celebrating Mother's Day with Music
For Mother's Day, Isaac and I worked on a song for Anique. We hope you like it. The words appear at the bottom of this post--though particular to Anique and Isaac, I think there's something in here for all mothers :)
Note: The video is from January, hence Isaac's size and short hair. Listen to the recording for Anique's backing vocals and for Isaac, who, caring little for the sanctity of the recording studio, decided to play with balls from his wack-a-mole toy.
In the next one is a short video of Isaac from today taking a major developmental step. You'll see what we mean. Enjoy and Happy Mother's Day!
lyrics to MAMA
Mama
Thanks for helping put on my pajamas
And even though I often cry when you pull my two arms through
That doesn't mean I don't love you
Mama
After lunch you always wash my palm-as
Making sure I'm nice and clean when mealtime is through
And for that I love you
For all the things you do for me
Like nursing, kissing, tickling
On Mother's Day it's right to sing
A thank you song
Mama
When I'm older you and I will samba
I laugh and scream when you dance with me
After bath time is through
That's how I show you I love you
Mama
Someday you'll show me how to use a comma
And teach me how to ride a bike and how to tie my shoes
For all the things you'll teach me I love you
(Political verse)
Mama
I'm so glad you voted for Barak Obama
If he'd only do more for undocumented workers and push single-payer through
Then I might even love him like I love you
For all the things you do for me
Like nursing, kissing, tickling
On Mother's Day it's right to sing
A thank you song
Mama
One day soon I'll learn how to say "Mama"
Until then I hope that when you hear this song for you
You will know just how much I love you
These are the ways that I love you
Note: The video is from January, hence Isaac's size and short hair. Listen to the recording for Anique's backing vocals and for Isaac, who, caring little for the sanctity of the recording studio, decided to play with balls from his wack-a-mole toy.
In the next one is a short video of Isaac from today taking a major developmental step. You'll see what we mean. Enjoy and Happy Mother's Day!
lyrics to MAMA
Mama
Thanks for helping put on my pajamas
And even though I often cry when you pull my two arms through
That doesn't mean I don't love you
Mama
After lunch you always wash my palm-as
Making sure I'm nice and clean when mealtime is through
And for that I love you
For all the things you do for me
Like nursing, kissing, tickling
On Mother's Day it's right to sing
A thank you song
Mama
When I'm older you and I will samba
I laugh and scream when you dance with me
After bath time is through
That's how I show you I love you
Mama
Someday you'll show me how to use a comma
And teach me how to ride a bike and how to tie my shoes
For all the things you'll teach me I love you
(Political verse)
Mama
I'm so glad you voted for Barak Obama
If he'd only do more for undocumented workers and push single-payer through
Then I might even love him like I love you
For all the things you do for me
Like nursing, kissing, tickling
On Mother's Day it's right to sing
A thank you song
Mama
One day soon I'll learn how to say "Mama"
Until then I hope that when you hear this song for you
You will know just how much I love you
These are the ways that I love you
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Singing at Barrington Elementary School
Last month, Isaac, my friend Jared, and I traveled up to Barrington Elementary School to play songs for several of Jane's elementary school classes. We came away very impressed. As you'll see from this video, Jane has taught those kids well (I think these students are all third graders). They love to sing. For fans of Isaac, watch as our boy falls asleep on my back. Despite the rather uncomfortable way that his head lolls back and forth, trust me, he's fine.
Quick Note: Despite the title of the movie, I'm not in fact Josh Olivier-Meehan :) But, kudos to the videographer for trying to get it right. That's what we get for hyphenating, right Anique, Nicole, Danielle and Zev?
Enjoy!
Quick Note: Despite the title of the movie, I'm not in fact Josh Olivier-Meehan :) But, kudos to the videographer for trying to get it right. That's what we get for hyphenating, right Anique, Nicole, Danielle and Zev?
Enjoy!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter 2011
Mid-way through Passover, we went to my parents' house for Easter. It was really great being home. Jenn, Paul, Maya and Tavi were there too. Poor Josh, while there were hot-cross buns and other delicious-bready items, but he ate his sad Matzah. He has made a very clever quiche using matzah-crumbs.
Here are some pictures of our weekend:
Here are some pictures of our weekend:
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
ONE!
Pictures of Isaac's party taken by me/Josh
More pictures taken by Becca/Jose
More pictures taken by Emily/Mike
On Saturday, we celebrated Isaac's first birthday at my parents' house. It was a wonderful party with mostly family and some friends there--you know, just our family alone is a big group! We planned on Josh's folks, Tirzah and Bob, joining us from PA for the occasion, but didn't expect our Oberlin friends from western NH and Brooklyn to come. We invited our NH friends, Emily B-W and Emily H W, thinking it was possible that they might come-- even though it's a couple hour drive to Barrington. Becca in NY wasn't even on our radar because she has a 10 week-old at home. She emailed us a few weeks ago and asked if we were having a party for Isaac and wanted to come! So all the friends +husbands +children came to the party and stayed overnight so that we could see each other in the morning.
My parents cleaned the house on Friday and got everything all set. I made the cake on Friday night and had gone to BJs earlier in the week. On Saturday morning, we piled all five of us into our Honda Civic and loaded in the food and bags too. It was a full car! Once in NH, my mom took charge with directing the rest of the cooking while the rest of us either entertained the babies or did other preparations. One important job was setting up the giant trampoline. With Jenn and Paul there too, we got a lot done and weren't too stressed. Jenn and I even did a little yoga a couple hours before people arrived.
At around 3 the party started and we ate the yummy lasagnas and turkey my parents cooked up just "in case." Kids and adults were on the trampoline and all around the house. At one point there was a game of volleyball being played and a group of people played some good music.
Isaac was in a happy mood and seemed to really enjoy himself. Josh and I felt so lucky to have such good friends and family and had a great day. I can't believe that our little guy is one year old!
Thank you so much to our friends and family who have really supported us over the last 9+12 months. There have been some low moments, but thankfully, not many. I'm so happy Isaac is with us and am thankful for all of your love and support.
More pictures taken by Becca/Jose
More pictures taken by Emily/Mike
On Saturday, we celebrated Isaac's first birthday at my parents' house. It was a wonderful party with mostly family and some friends there--you know, just our family alone is a big group! We planned on Josh's folks, Tirzah and Bob, joining us from PA for the occasion, but didn't expect our Oberlin friends from western NH and Brooklyn to come. We invited our NH friends, Emily B-W and Emily H W, thinking it was possible that they might come-- even though it's a couple hour drive to Barrington. Becca in NY wasn't even on our radar because she has a 10 week-old at home. She emailed us a few weeks ago and asked if we were having a party for Isaac and wanted to come! So all the friends +husbands +children came to the party and stayed overnight so that we could see each other in the morning.
My parents cleaned the house on Friday and got everything all set. I made the cake on Friday night and had gone to BJs earlier in the week. On Saturday morning, we piled all five of us into our Honda Civic and loaded in the food and bags too. It was a full car! Once in NH, my mom took charge with directing the rest of the cooking while the rest of us either entertained the babies or did other preparations. One important job was setting up the giant trampoline. With Jenn and Paul there too, we got a lot done and weren't too stressed. Jenn and I even did a little yoga a couple hours before people arrived.
At around 3 the party started and we ate the yummy lasagnas and turkey my parents cooked up just "in case." Kids and adults were on the trampoline and all around the house. At one point there was a game of volleyball being played and a group of people played some good music.
Isaac was in a happy mood and seemed to really enjoy himself. Josh and I felt so lucky to have such good friends and family and had a great day. I can't believe that our little guy is one year old!
Thank you so much to our friends and family who have really supported us over the last 9+12 months. There have been some low moments, but thankfully, not many. I'm so happy Isaac is with us and am thankful for all of your love and support.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Almost One
Here are a couple of videos that capture where Isaac is as that first birthday approaches. Check out the way he crawls toward Anique as she reads to him from his favorite book, Baby Boo!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Patience
I called my sister Nicole last week to ask for her professional opinion on something that had been nagging me. Isaac scoots, rolls over, says "hi" and waves, claps his hands and I swear says something that sounds like Isaac "Eye-ek". The thing is that he doesn't crawl. At first, I shrugged off that fact by normalizing his development and saying to myself--he seems so normal in everything else. But as the days have passed without any more progress toward crawling, Isaac's non-crawl has gotten to me. When I drop Isaac off a daycare, it's hard not to notice the children his own age and younger who are crawling all around him.
So I called Nicole, who is an occupational therapist and has worked with children with delays to get them to crawl, or do other normal baby things. She said Isaac was fine and that I shouldn't worry. There were a few exercises that I could do, but basically I just needed to wait for the inevitable thing to happen.
Since that conversation, I have put Isaac through "his paces" as Josh says. I put him on his belly with a toy in front of him and I lift his hips and pull his knees in. He hates this. Sometimes he tolerates it okay, but most of the time he cries and puts his head on the floor (like, "why are you making me do something that is so hard?"). It literally breaks my heart when we're doing this. I'm trying to do the right thing, but I don't want to push him too hard either.
I recognize that the way I feel right now--fear and anxiety about Isaac being normal--will not go away. When I imagine myself years from now (when Isaac can walk away from me whenever he wants), I predict I'll be fretting about something... his socialization or test scores or why he can't shoot a basketball like someone else. I know it won't end with crawling or walking.
I searched on Google "late crawler" and almost had a heart attack. (By the way, do NOT use Google about any questions on pregnancy or babies! People write some scary stuff). I did somehow find my way to the Berkeley Parents Network and read some really encouraging notes there. Some parents wrote about their babies starting to crawl at 12 months and being totally normal older kids. Some parents said their child was late to crawl, but was an early talker (that's Isaac). Others said that their baby seemed unmotivated and even lazy, but eventually got the hang of it and now is totally active and normal. Also, my sister Jenn told me that her daughter didn't crawl until she was 11 months and then waited a few months to walk.
The best piece of advice was in the form of a question: how many 5-year-olds do you know who can't walk or crawl?
I've never been good at waiting. I over-think everything. I believe that results eventually come with hard work. But Isaac isn't a project in the lab or a chore I have to tackle. He's my wonderful, happy, loving, little boy. He'll eventually crawl--this I know. In the meantime, I need to stop using Google and listen to my doctor who said just last week (during Isaac's sickness) that we shouldn't be worried and get a little patience.
PS--I almost simply put in a Guns'n'Roses reference here until Josh admitted he didn't know the song, "Patience" and I found that fact more interesting than the reference. He said he wasn't allowed to buy GNR albums and that I was cooler than him. How can this be? Josh is my pop-culture maven. Is this song a girls' song or was Josh hiding under a rock in 1989?
So I called Nicole, who is an occupational therapist and has worked with children with delays to get them to crawl, or do other normal baby things. She said Isaac was fine and that I shouldn't worry. There were a few exercises that I could do, but basically I just needed to wait for the inevitable thing to happen.
Since that conversation, I have put Isaac through "his paces" as Josh says. I put him on his belly with a toy in front of him and I lift his hips and pull his knees in. He hates this. Sometimes he tolerates it okay, but most of the time he cries and puts his head on the floor (like, "why are you making me do something that is so hard?"). It literally breaks my heart when we're doing this. I'm trying to do the right thing, but I don't want to push him too hard either.
I recognize that the way I feel right now--fear and anxiety about Isaac being normal--will not go away. When I imagine myself years from now (when Isaac can walk away from me whenever he wants), I predict I'll be fretting about something... his socialization or test scores or why he can't shoot a basketball like someone else. I know it won't end with crawling or walking.
I searched on Google "late crawler" and almost had a heart attack. (By the way, do NOT use Google about any questions on pregnancy or babies! People write some scary stuff). I did somehow find my way to the Berkeley Parents Network and read some really encouraging notes there. Some parents wrote about their babies starting to crawl at 12 months and being totally normal older kids. Some parents said their child was late to crawl, but was an early talker (that's Isaac). Others said that their baby seemed unmotivated and even lazy, but eventually got the hang of it and now is totally active and normal. Also, my sister Jenn told me that her daughter didn't crawl until she was 11 months and then waited a few months to walk.
The best piece of advice was in the form of a question: how many 5-year-olds do you know who can't walk or crawl?
I've never been good at waiting. I over-think everything. I believe that results eventually come with hard work. But Isaac isn't a project in the lab or a chore I have to tackle. He's my wonderful, happy, loving, little boy. He'll eventually crawl--this I know. In the meantime, I need to stop using Google and listen to my doctor who said just last week (during Isaac's sickness) that we shouldn't be worried and get a little patience.
PS--I almost simply put in a Guns'n'Roses reference here until Josh admitted he didn't know the song, "Patience" and I found that fact more interesting than the reference. He said he wasn't allowed to buy GNR albums and that I was cooler than him. How can this be? Josh is my pop-culture maven. Is this song a girls' song or was Josh hiding under a rock in 1989?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Isaac scoots forward to destroy block city
This morning, Isaac's passion for knocking things over led to a half-crawl, half-scoot forward. See the video below. We're very excited.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Isaac takes a tumble; Dad questions self, feels ashamed
Thus read the headline of the imaginary newspaper article I composed yesterday afternoon while I used my shirt to wipe away the blood and tears from Isaac's face.
In order to take off my sweater, I had put Isaac down on the couch. Mistake. Big mistake. I even knew it was a mistake while I was doing it. "But, I'll take off my sweater really fast. He won't have time to fall," I thought. Well, in the time that my eyes were covered by the inside of my sweater, Isaac moved to the edge of the cushion. Through the neck hole in my shirt, I watched him to do a swan dive directly onto the living room floor, his head snapping back. There was a momentary pause followed by the loudest, saddest, most accusatory (well, not really, but he would certainly have been justified) cry I've ever heard.
Immediately I picked him up and pressed him to my chest, holding his head, feeling his neck and the top of his spine, wondering if I would be able to feel the cracked vertebrae with my fingers. Lifting him up to look at his eyes, all I saw was the blood. In Isaac's mouth. On his chin. It was everywhere, all over the front of my white t-shirt. It was several seconds before I realized that he'd bitten his lower lip. His two perfect front teeth--thankfully, still in place--had left two tiny indents in the flesh of his lip, which was ever so slightly beginning to swell.
At this point, I started to cry too. Then I called Anique. She was on her way home, and I tried to sound calm when she picked up the phone. "Isaac fell off the couch. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. He bit his lip and there's blood, but I think he's ok. I'm so sorry. Will you be home soon? I can't believe I let this happen." On the other end of phone, Anique was calm. In my arms, Isaac had stopped crying and was using his fingers to inspect his wounds. I pulled his hands away and he looked up at me and wailed. "Fly's in the sugar bowl, What'll I do?" Undisturbed by recent events, from our computer speakers, Pete Seeger continued to sing. I opened the outside door and Isaac stopped crying as we watched the cars drive by and waited for Anique to get home.
Well, as veteran parents know, Isaac was fine. "He's already forgiven you," Anique said, after arriving home. From her lap, nursing lazily, Isaac looked at me. There was no hint of outrage, no plans for revenge, in his beautiful brown eyes. But, even now, I can still see him falling. Such a scary image. I know that this kind of thing, and much worse--a fall off the swing, a slip on the stairs--happens and that it will happen again, no matter how vigilant I am. And, in an effort to learn from my son's compassion, I have forgiven myself.
But, next time I want to take off my sweater, I will place Isaac on the floor. Or maybe I'll just be hot.
In order to take off my sweater, I had put Isaac down on the couch. Mistake. Big mistake. I even knew it was a mistake while I was doing it. "But, I'll take off my sweater really fast. He won't have time to fall," I thought. Well, in the time that my eyes were covered by the inside of my sweater, Isaac moved to the edge of the cushion. Through the neck hole in my shirt, I watched him to do a swan dive directly onto the living room floor, his head snapping back. There was a momentary pause followed by the loudest, saddest, most accusatory (well, not really, but he would certainly have been justified) cry I've ever heard.
Immediately I picked him up and pressed him to my chest, holding his head, feeling his neck and the top of his spine, wondering if I would be able to feel the cracked vertebrae with my fingers. Lifting him up to look at his eyes, all I saw was the blood. In Isaac's mouth. On his chin. It was everywhere, all over the front of my white t-shirt. It was several seconds before I realized that he'd bitten his lower lip. His two perfect front teeth--thankfully, still in place--had left two tiny indents in the flesh of his lip, which was ever so slightly beginning to swell.
At this point, I started to cry too. Then I called Anique. She was on her way home, and I tried to sound calm when she picked up the phone. "Isaac fell off the couch. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. He bit his lip and there's blood, but I think he's ok. I'm so sorry. Will you be home soon? I can't believe I let this happen." On the other end of phone, Anique was calm. In my arms, Isaac had stopped crying and was using his fingers to inspect his wounds. I pulled his hands away and he looked up at me and wailed. "Fly's in the sugar bowl, What'll I do?" Undisturbed by recent events, from our computer speakers, Pete Seeger continued to sing. I opened the outside door and Isaac stopped crying as we watched the cars drive by and waited for Anique to get home.
Well, as veteran parents know, Isaac was fine. "He's already forgiven you," Anique said, after arriving home. From her lap, nursing lazily, Isaac looked at me. There was no hint of outrage, no plans for revenge, in his beautiful brown eyes. But, even now, I can still see him falling. Such a scary image. I know that this kind of thing, and much worse--a fall off the swing, a slip on the stairs--happens and that it will happen again, no matter how vigilant I am. And, in an effort to learn from my son's compassion, I have forgiven myself.
But, next time I want to take off my sweater, I will place Isaac on the floor. Or maybe I'll just be hot.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Masons visit in Feb
Bob and Tirzah visited with us for the weekend and Isaac loved it. To show it, he started clapping! He also has started (finally) sleeping through the night--Josh and I are actually sleepier because of the extra sleep. Enjoy the photos below of us walking in Arlington and eating snacks at the local coffee shop there.
One Little Penguin
Here's a fun song that Josh wrote for our little penguin. Enjoy! (I copied the lyrics below.)
One little penguin on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a better day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Two little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a more fun day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Three little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a sunnier day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Four little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a sillier day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Five little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a crazier day?
A hundred more penguins here to play.
A 105 penguins on the ice
Crashing all around, asking is this nice?!
What could make for an easier day?
A few less penguins I should say.
One little penguin on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice
But what could make for a friendlier day?
My best friend here to laugh and play.
Two little penguins on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice
We little penguins love to play--
What a fun time we've had today.
One little penguin on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a better day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Two little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a more fun day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Three little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a sunnier day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Four little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a sillier day?
Another little penguin here to play.
Five little penguins ...
Skating all around, thinking this is nice.
But what could make for a crazier day?
A hundred more penguins here to play.
A 105 penguins on the ice
Crashing all around, asking is this nice?!
What could make for an easier day?
A few less penguins I should say.
One little penguin on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice
But what could make for a friendlier day?
My best friend here to laugh and play.
Two little penguins on the ice
Skating all around, thinking this is nice
We little penguins love to play--
What a fun time we've had today.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Isaac learns about the ups and downs of football fandom
After a fun family Sunday spent celebrating Cole (6), Tavi (4), and Seth (10)'s birthdays in Manchester-by-the-sea, the OMs headed home so that Josh and Isaac could prepare for the big AFC Championship Game b/t the Steelers and the Jets.
With Isaac asleep in his crib, and Anique at Brandeis working late, I watched the Pittsburgh run up a 24-3 halftime lead. Feeling pretty confident, I settled in for what I hoped would be a victory lap of a second half. Here's a running diary of the second half
8:15: Jets cut the lead to 24-10. They look like a new team, and the Steelers look flustered.
8:45: As if suddenly aware that the outcome of the game is now in question, Isaac wakes up screaming.
8:50: No. Poopy diaper.
8:55: While I'm changing Isaac's diaper, the Jets sack Roethlisberger for a safety, cutting the lead to 24-12. Isaac reacts by pooping in my hand.
9:25: Jets score a touchdown. It's now 24-19, with a little more than 3 minutes left. Trying to remaining calm, I bounce Isaac up and down while singing "Waters of Babylon." We can't lose this game, can we?
9:45: We can't! Big Ben makes two clutch first downs, and the Steelers run out the clock. Isaac, worn out from all the excitement, is asleep in my arms. All is right with the world.
With Isaac asleep in his crib, and Anique at Brandeis working late, I watched the Pittsburgh run up a 24-3 halftime lead. Feeling pretty confident, I settled in for what I hoped would be a victory lap of a second half. Here's a running diary of the second half
8:15: Jets cut the lead to 24-10. They look like a new team, and the Steelers look flustered.
8:45: As if suddenly aware that the outcome of the game is now in question, Isaac wakes up screaming.
8:50: No. Poopy diaper.
8:55: While I'm changing Isaac's diaper, the Jets sack Roethlisberger for a safety, cutting the lead to 24-12. Isaac reacts by pooping in my hand.
9:25: Jets score a touchdown. It's now 24-19, with a little more than 3 minutes left. Trying to remaining calm, I bounce Isaac up and down while singing "Waters of Babylon." We can't lose this game, can we?
9:45: We can't! Big Ben makes two clutch first downs, and the Steelers run out the clock. Isaac, worn out from all the excitement, is asleep in my arms. All is right with the world.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The very Hungry Catapillar
| Isaac has discovered his appetite! If he was a little finicky about food before, he's not anymore. He loves to eat now- especially when he feeds himself. In addition to Cheerios, I now give him pieces of toast/English muffin/pizza, cut-up frozen mango, frozen blueberries (see pictures below), peas, beans, and cooked carrot pieces all on his tray. I just monitor him very closely and don't put out too many pieces on his tray at one time. Right now I'm trying to get the size of the pieces just right because if they are too small, his new pincer grasp can't pick them up, but if they are too big, he could choke. Eating with Isaac is messy and a lot of fun. After every meal, he's a complete mess and we have to sweep the floor, but he's so happy and (I think) proud of himself. Why call this post "The Hungry Catapillar"? Because at lunch and dinner today I found myself feeding him one thing and then another and another. For example, it was homemade pureed green beans for lunch. After demolishing that, he was clearly still starving so I heated up a portion of sweet-potato-squash-barley that we made last week. Still hungry!--some of Josh's pizza... and Cheerios... and then finally he seemed satisfied. A similar thing happened at dinner too--I ended up running out of options for him then (unless I gave him foods that I gave him at lunch) so I fed him garlic mashed potatoes that I made for dinner last week for me and Josh. It was a little crazy. What's he eating for?--he's already our butterfly!  |
| From Hungry Catapillar January 2011 |
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| From Hungry Catapillar January 2011 |
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
New car??
For his entire life, Isaac has patiently let twist him into his car seat in our two-door car. Things may be changing soon.
This afternoon, I drove to a 2:30 yoga class and afterward wanted to drop off some Salvation Army stuff at the bin at Shaw's. I turned off Trapello onto Rt 60 when the car suddenly... died(!!). I was practically in the intersection, but safely made it to the side of the street and put on my hazards. Stupidly, I had forgotten my cell phone before leaving home so I couldn't call AAA myself. I jumped outside the car with my face still red from exertion and waved down a car. The woman inside the car let me use her cell to call Josh to have him call AAA. Soon after a police car drove by and I waved him down too. The officer said that if I was cold I could join him in his car. I said, "I'm so hot from yoga, I'll be fine" because Josh said it would only be 20 minutes before the tow truck showed up.
55 minutes later(!), and after exhausting every conversation topic I could think of with the officer (yes, I got in his car), the tow truck finally showed up. We had Pat, Cole and Owen visiting at our house waiting to eat dinner. I was so happy to be home, but now we have to deal with our stupid car.
Could this be our moment to get a luxurious four-door vehicle??
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On a completely different topic, here's a shout-out to babysitting exchanges: we swapped babysitting nights with Margot and Mike and had our date-night on Friday. Josh and I went back to our old haunting grounds in Waltham to see the film "The King's Speech." It's a great movie and made even better knowing that Isaac was home safe with our friend. This weekend, we return the favor. Babysitters can be so expensive so this is a nice way to keep our romance alive without breaking the bank.
This afternoon, I drove to a 2:30 yoga class and afterward wanted to drop off some Salvation Army stuff at the bin at Shaw's. I turned off Trapello onto Rt 60 when the car suddenly... died(!!). I was practically in the intersection, but safely made it to the side of the street and put on my hazards. Stupidly, I had forgotten my cell phone before leaving home so I couldn't call AAA myself. I jumped outside the car with my face still red from exertion and waved down a car. The woman inside the car let me use her cell to call Josh to have him call AAA. Soon after a police car drove by and I waved him down too. The officer said that if I was cold I could join him in his car. I said, "I'm so hot from yoga, I'll be fine" because Josh said it would only be 20 minutes before the tow truck showed up.
55 minutes later(!), and after exhausting every conversation topic I could think of with the officer (yes, I got in his car), the tow truck finally showed up. We had Pat, Cole and Owen visiting at our house waiting to eat dinner. I was so happy to be home, but now we have to deal with our stupid car.
Could this be our moment to get a luxurious four-door vehicle??
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On a completely different topic, here's a shout-out to babysitting exchanges: we swapped babysitting nights with Margot and Mike and had our date-night on Friday. Josh and I went back to our old haunting grounds in Waltham to see the film "The King's Speech." It's a great movie and made even better knowing that Isaac was home safe with our friend. This weekend, we return the favor. Babysitters can be so expensive so this is a nice way to keep our romance alive without breaking the bank.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Isaac Celebrates First Steeler Playoff Win
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| From Isaac's First Playoff Win |
Inspired by Pittsburgh's merciless defensive front, Isaac proceeds to sack my foot.
Today was a big milestone for little Isaac OM. He witnessed his first Steelers Playoff win. Well, technically, he only "witnessed" the first quarter, but he was in the house for the impressive second half comeback. (No doubt, the excitement was too much for him because he woke up at 9 PM with a shriek. Nightmare over a potential match-up with the Patriots next Sunday? I understand.)
And as these pictures indicate, Isaac knows how to celebrate a touchdown.
For those interested, here's a link to the game's highlights. While watching, turn down the sound, then imagine me screaming either"YES! YES! YES! YES!" or "Ah! C'mon! What the?!" depending on the outcome.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Huge Snow Storm hits the OMs
For those who don't know, starting last night and lasting until this afternoon, Boston got hit with about a foot of snow. I looked out the window this morning and realized there was little chance of going to lab and after seeing that daycare was canceled, Josh declared today a family snow day!
We had a lazy morning in which I made some oatmeal fruit bars while Isaac napped and then we decided to bundle up and go outside. We put Isaac in his new snowsuit and Ergo (both gifts) and braced ourselves for the cold and snow. It was a beautiful day, but I was a little paranoid about Josh walking in the street while carrying Isaac, "please walk on the sidewalk!"--even though the sidewalk hadn't been cleared yet.
We ended up wandering over to friends' Margot and Mike's house. They were also outside so they greeted us on the street and invited us up for a hot drink. As Isaac played with their daughter Roisin's toys, we sipped hot chocolate (with marshmallows!).
Eventually, we made our way home while Isaac napped in the carrier. Josh shoveled out the car and I prepared a dinner with wheat berries (a novel ingredient for me).
Here are some pictures celebrating today:
We had a lazy morning in which I made some oatmeal fruit bars while Isaac napped and then we decided to bundle up and go outside. We put Isaac in his new snowsuit and Ergo (both gifts) and braced ourselves for the cold and snow. It was a beautiful day, but I was a little paranoid about Josh walking in the street while carrying Isaac, "please walk on the sidewalk!"--even though the sidewalk hadn't been cleared yet.
We ended up wandering over to friends' Margot and Mike's house. They were also outside so they greeted us on the street and invited us up for a hot drink. As Isaac played with their daughter Roisin's toys, we sipped hot chocolate (with marshmallows!).
Eventually, we made our way home while Isaac napped in the carrier. Josh shoveled out the car and I prepared a dinner with wheat berries (a novel ingredient for me).
Here are some pictures celebrating today:
More about Christmas 2010
For Christmas, my parents took everyone to see the Christmas Revels--a theatrical, musical performance that included a huge sing-along. In the group shots, you can see the whole family except Jenn, Maya and Paul. They wisely left early: this was the night of the storm and Nicole's car was towed due to a "snow emergency" while we were in the Cambridge theater. The following pictures were taken with Nicole's camera and she just shared them with us. Enjoy!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Isaac in JP with Aunty Jenn after Christmas
Jenn sent us these pictures and this note:
Hi A &J-
We loved having Isaac here today (Maya loved it, she just didn't want to show it). These are the only shots I got all day. He grabbed for Maya's apple pieces and did a great job on them!
Love,
Jennifer (and Paula and sleeping Maya)
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Brandeis University
Molecular Cell Biology (MCB) Ph.D. Candidate
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New teeth and new sleep habits...
From about Thanksgiving until New Years, Josh and I basically threw in the towel regarding sleep training. Isaac's front teeth were painfully emerging and the three of us spent about a week sleeping in the same room at the Philadelphia hotel and then later at parents house. After so many weeks of being crazy with our routine, Josh and I weren't sure if Isaac would sleep in his crib again. I also got used to the change and enjoyed being with Isaac at night--even if it meant I didn't sleep more than a couple hours at a stretch. I think that if I wasn't working, I would be happy to continue living that way--because it wouldn't matter so much if I was sleepy. But because I do need to work night now, I knew I couldn't continue living in my foggy world, so for a little, I was trying to do both--be with Isaac through the night and have him in his crib. What that looked like was nursing/ holding until dead asleep (about an hour) and then sneaking quietly away or starting the process over again when he inevitably woke up while being placed in the crib. I felt dishonest sneaking out of Isaac's room--(when he woke up, he cried and I guessed that he was thinking, "where did she go??").
So last week, we did our normal routine (dinner, playing on the floor or bed, bath, dressing in PJs, more playing, nursing) BUT I put him in his bed awake the way I used to. He proceeded to cry for ~40 minutes--and I mean wail! He slept until about 3:30am. Then I nursed him and he slept until morning. The next two nights he cried for under five minutes after being placed in his bed. Since then though, he hasn't cried at all. He still wakes up sometime between 3 and 4 am and then sleeps until about 7 (except Saturday morning when he woke up at 4:30 and he was up for the day--that meant us too!).
So right NOW he is a wonderful sleeper. I'm not delusional enough to expect perfect sleep from here on. I am just content and thankful for what we got this week--pretty wonderful stretches of sleep.
On the teeth front, Isaac's four front teeth are now totally in and are super cute. His top eye-teeth are next. We see the white spots on both sides of his front teeth (are ALL of his teeth going to come in twos??) and he has been putting his hands in his mouth a lot.
As these teeth come in, are we going to go back to nursing all night long (and me being a zombie during the day)? I hope not.
So last week, we did our normal routine (dinner, playing on the floor or bed, bath, dressing in PJs, more playing, nursing) BUT I put him in his bed awake the way I used to. He proceeded to cry for ~40 minutes--and I mean wail! He slept until about 3:30am. Then I nursed him and he slept until morning. The next two nights he cried for under five minutes after being placed in his bed. Since then though, he hasn't cried at all. He still wakes up sometime between 3 and 4 am and then sleeps until about 7 (except Saturday morning when he woke up at 4:30 and he was up for the day--that meant us too!).
So right NOW he is a wonderful sleeper. I'm not delusional enough to expect perfect sleep from here on. I am just content and thankful for what we got this week--pretty wonderful stretches of sleep.
On the teeth front, Isaac's four front teeth are now totally in and are super cute. His top eye-teeth are next. We see the white spots on both sides of his front teeth (are ALL of his teeth going to come in twos??) and he has been putting his hands in his mouth a lot.
As these teeth come in, are we going to go back to nursing all night long (and me being a zombie during the day)? I hope not.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Recapping the day's events
A short video detailing our productive Sunday thus-far. Isaac's presence turns this otherwise mundane snapshot of daily OM living into must see video.
A Great Start to the New Year
On the morning of the first, we woke up early-ish (8 or so), packed a lunch and our yak trax, and headed out a for a winter hike in the Fells, a 2,000+ acre reservation area just a 15-minute drive from our place. It's crazy that we haven't taken advantage of this great, local hiking before. After a short walk in, we took the rock circuit trail and found a large flat rock: a perfect, if a bit-slushy picnic spot. After making a fine repast of PBJ sandwiches, clementines, and pureed peas and brown rice we hiked for another hour and a half before heading home for a lazy Saturday afternoon of napping, cooking, and playing on the floor. I only hope the rest of the year will be as good as this first day of 2011.
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