Becoming the OMs

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Time to Pee!

As of this weekend, Isaac has been using the potty and wearing "undies" for two weeks, and we are really proud. I had planned to spend the February school vacation hunkered down with Isaac in potty training boot camp: on the potty every hour, no leaving the house, mop at the ready. However, Isaac took to using the potty like it was no big deal. My mom got us a book by Mo Williams called: Time to Pee. Isaac has it memorized (as do we) and the climax of the book occurs when a cartoon child, positioned over the toilet, smiles in relief, while a group of helpful mice cheer, "One, Two, Three, Pee!" Throughout these two weeks, Isaac has been largely accident-free and, what's more, he tells us when he needs to go (most of the time). Tonight, after a dinner with our friends, the Browns, in Back Bay, we were having ice cream at a Ben and Jerry's, and Isaac got "the look." "Do you need to go?" Anique asked, and Isaac, a worried look on his face, nodded. However, a wrinkle: no bathrooms at B&J's. So, Isaac and I ran across the street to Starbucks, where we jumped the bathroom line (the girl in front of us was sympathetic, and she seemed to grow more concerned when I kept repeating to Isaac "keep that poopie in, buddy"). Finally, we make it into the bathroom, I get Isaac's boots, pants, and undies off, he climbs up and, "One Two Three ... " Well, you can fill in the blank. The only trauma turned out to be a little tumble off of the potty, and the unnecessarily loud "flush." Isaac is also not a fan of the most modern hand-driers, which sound like jet engines. Now, he will cling to my leg or asked to be picked up when it comes time to walk past them. On the way home, Isaac asleep in the back of the car, Anique and I marveled that only a couple of months ago we both had the thought: "Isaac will never be out of diapers. He will be a five-year old wearing diapers." I am happy to report that our hyperbolic worrying was unfounded, and even happier that Isaac is becoming such a big boy.

Earlier in the day, Isaac and I (now AOM) played outside before Izzi joined us for the morning. Here's Isaac collecting sticks like Pepere:

From March 2, 2013

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Video of Josh's sing-along

On Saturday, we went to a friend's birthday party. Here's a video of mainly Josh and Isaac doing their thing!

http://youtu.be/I1M8rO-zvcU

Monday, January 21, 2013

Snow days

Isaac and I went to my parents' house in NH this weekend and had snowy fun (although there was only a little fun involving snow on Isaac's part). Jenn and Maya also made the trip and publicly announced the exciting news of Jenn's pregnancy to the world with the "pregnant" snow-woman in the middle of the the snow-family in the album below. My friend Mareshia and her twin girls also made the trip from MA. Mareshia had never been cross-country skiing before so we suited her up with my dad's skis--complete with his gaiters to help keep her dry--and the two of us headed out behind the house toward the trails. It was a perfect skiing day: not too cold, the snow was soft and not-icy and the snow mobile marks were a kind of trail-grooming. She did great and I really loved being in the woods where I've hiked and skied many times before but rarely with a non-family member. It was a real treat.

We ended up staying last night too so that we could celebrate Nicole's son Cole's birthday. Danielle + family made the trip too so our impromptu celebration ended up being very well attended. Everything was going great until the end of the visit. Suddenly I heard a cry from downstairs and I knew it was Isaac's voice. Zev carried him to me and said he wasn't sure what happened, but he was pretty sure no one hit him. I tried comforting him and asking what was wrong. Then Isaac opened his mouth and a dribble of blood came out. Ahh! I went to the bathroom to get a cloth and to have better light. It turns out that Isaac split his lip on his teeth when he fell on a toy. It's a good thing that Danielle and Zev are medical professionals and delicately helped me know that it was indeed a bad cut, but clotted quickly and didn't need stitches. Danielle had a non-anxiety provoking technique: she had Isaac make "apples" on her white paper towel (and on my white tee shirt). Isaac knew he was bleeding, but he wasn't freaking out. By the time we got home (three Popsicles later), he was in much better shape.

Once we got home, Isaac was VERY excited to see Josh. They read a million books and Isaac spent way more time than usual playing with his toys. It's fun going away, but sometimes more fun coming home.