Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Theo - 15 months

Before we head into his doctor's office tomorrow for his 15 month check up and vaccinations, I thought I'd try and remember everything the little guy has been up to.

Theo is walking around quite well and tries to run now.  He can climb up onto things and climb down from the couch and bed. (He's also managed to throw himself over the crib railing, but that was my fault for not putting it all the way up. He landed on his butt though, which is quite properly chunky, so no harm done.  Bad mommy.)

He's trying to dress himself in little ways - like holding up his socks or shoes and trying to fit his foot into them.

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He loves going outside.  The swingset and slide in the backyard get a lot of use, despite their relatively deteriorated state.  The baby wagon we got as a gift for the other two years ago is seeing new use again, as Jordan loves to give Theo wagon rides (and half the other little kids in the complex.)

He knows when it's time to drop off Mina and Jordan to school and starts heading up the stairs; and in the afternoon, I will say, "It's time to go pick up the big kids!"  He gets so excited.   If I ask him, "Where are your shoes?  Go get them, and we can go."  He will wander over to the shoe cubby and bring back a pair of his shoes.

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It's reassuring to know he understands everything we say to him, because he isn't saying much yet.  He will shake his head, no, to indicate his displeasure with something (Time for nap?  Lots of head shaking no.)  But not a lot of words.  That's sort of odd, as I recall Jordan and Mina babbling on endlessly and Mina having full conversations with people at a very early age. 

Theo can say "up," "baba," "ga (meaning go,) "dada," "mama" and some sound that is like "dah" to mean downstairs, where the basement playroom is.

I know, you can't compare.  Of course we do though. 

That's what parents do - whether they are comparing their own kids with each other or one kid to a stranger's.  (I do that too.)  Theo goes to baby gym every week and loves it.  I on the other hand sometimes wonder why he isn't doing x, y or z.  I don't notice too many kids Theo's age talking either. 

This comparison issue is one more reason I refuse to join organized mommy play groups.  I am just over that stage in my life where new moms dissect their kid's milestones with each other ad nauseum.  Yes, your 15 month old knows his letters.. congrats.  Mine is still just babbling, and I refuse to stress about it yet.

(Sorry if you are a new first time mom.  I'm old and cranky, I admit it.  Please join mommy groups if you want to.  I did when I was younger and I am still friends with some of the women. But when you are my age, you just don't want to hear a young whippersnapper waxing eloquent on the joys of babywearing or breast feeding until the kids are driving or whatever new fad is making the rounds.  Older, tired moms like me just want to get through the day, keep their kids alive, fed, educated and independent enough to learn how to pour a glass of wine for their elders at dinner.  Yes, on that front, BTW. Go, Mina!  Parenting win. )

I will pause long enough to note that Theo is amazing.  Every time I take him to the store, inevitably someone will comment on what a happy baby he is.  I don't want to jinx it, but he seems like a pretty content little guy.  I was worried the stomach scare he had back in August would affect him, but he seems to have gotten over it.  Maybe third kids know they have to be cute in order to survive.

We've had to play around a bit with his diet, as too much milk was constipating him.  He eats pretty much everything though, or will at least try it.  When he doesn't like something (lately that seems to be most proteins) he will get this look on his face and push the food out of his mouth.

I've learned my lesson from Jordan though.  I am not sweating it.  He eats what I'm serving or he just goes to bed.  There will be choices, but unless the meal I'm making is too spicy, I don't make a lot of alternative dishes.  His current favorites are anything pasta, asparagus, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, soups, cheese, yogurt, strawberries, raspberries, pear, grapes.  I was impressed he handled tofu last night that was cooked in an Asian sweet and sour soup.  But who knows, a week from now he may hate it.

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The big kids really get a kick out of him too, especially when he's in performing mood.  At meal times, we try to talk to him and get him to point out his eyes, nose, mouth, belly.  He can wave and give high fives now.  He's also just learning how to "blow kisses."  His version is a little odd, but Jordan took a little video of it the other night.

 

He sleeps great, although he is an early riser.  He does one to two naps a day depending on what time he wakes up and whether there are things we have to do that day.  We are pretty much using sippy cups all the time now, as opposed to bottles, and he is trying to feed himself a lot (messy!) 

He loves to share.  That just kills me.  He will take a bite of something then hand it out to me or Jeff or the kids and say, "ygum?"  I can't tell if he means, "yum," as I am always saying, "yummy"" to him as I feed him.  The way he intones it as a question though makes me laugh.

Other random stuff - he's a tall one.  Another feature that's different than Jordan or Mina.  He's recently gotten into being read to, and will drag his favorite books over to me to read to him.  He's definitely more physical, in terms of trying to do things.  He's more adventurous, and thus less cautious about risks (throwing himself out the crib, leaping off the steps in the front of the house.)  He gets very attached, and will cry when someone he loves leaves him - thus making school drop off every morning so much fun.  He's got almost all his teeth!!  Including molars?  How is that possible@?  Unfortunately, he's prone to biting, which may be to alleviate the pain in his gums.  I'm working on getting that to stop, but he's resisting.  He still has a noticeable bilateral inversion of his feet.  Imagine a ballet dancer's feet turned outwards.  He doesn't seem bothered by it, and at his last check up his doctor said it would correct itself.  It hasn't yet though.

Not looking forward to the shots tomorrow but I'm glad to be able to go in and talk to his pediatrician here on the island.  She's wonderful, and I'm curious what she things about Theo's progress.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Life lately.

Just some snippets to end the week with.

Wow. These high chairs have come a long way since I needed them last.

Graduating to a high chair - 6 months.

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Trying to capture the elusive picture with all of them.

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Doing some art on a rainy day.

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A quick hose down in the sink.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Two American kids growing up, in the heartland.



It's that special time of the year again! Time for school!!

And not a moment too soon, as far as I'm concerned.

Because there's only so much...



Wii Dance kids revolution...



Orange smoothie drinkin' (yes, that is a bindi on her forehead... don't ask..)



"cardinal cupcake" making...



recipe development...



pool boogie-boarding



beach going..

one family can do!!

Well, maybe not the beach part.

But it's time for the monkeys to be back in school, darn it.

Here's to the start of a brand new school year!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

sick week.



Poor Bean. She's been under the weather since last Sunday. Eye infection, coughing, fever... She's missed all week of school so far; and I suspect Friday will probably be out as well. She's going to be crushed. Her class is having their end of the year picnic on the beach.

(yes, she is wearing ear muffs. Her request.)

On the other hand, the other monkey in the house has been having a blast. He's had all kinds of solo adventures:



Kayaking in the bays.



Daily morning rides to school with Dad on the scooter... Look at that grin! Jeff smiles bravely, but he's hiding his fear. Believe it or not, people actually do ride their kids to school on their bikes. I've seen many a kid even younger than Jordan sitting up front and holding on for dear life. I don't recommend you do this in the States; but here in Bermuda.. it's another world. Given the size of Jordan's helmet, and the fact that Jeff probably drove about 10 mph, I'm sure it's fine.

There's only a week left of school. This seems surreal. We've been here almost 9 months!! I'm curious to see what a full scale summer in Bermuda will be like. I've been warned that it gets so hot and humid at times, that all you want to do is stay inside where it's air conditioned.

Uh-oh. Time to start planning activities.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Bolder Boulder 2011 - Because it's cheaper than therapy.



I'm back from running the annual Bolder-Boulder 10k. I did a lot of training this year, including following a training program designed for a half marathon. I completed it, but skipped the half because of leg issues. I was nervous about running Boulder because I had to take several weeks off to heal. But, as any runner knows - this is a mental game more than anything else.



(For the record, I am 5' 5", but standing next to these two makes me look like a little, brown leprechaun.)

Highlights: Beating my time from last year by five minutes. YES!! This was a good run for me. I didn't push myself, the hills were a breeze, I was able to sprint the last quarter mile, including up the hill into the stadium, and I never felt winded or tired. I owe a big thanks to the running coach I worked with out here. Her class really showed me the difference between running and the slap-happy jogs I was used to doing. I'm not saying you'll see me sporting any Boston race bibs any time soon.. but still. I actually felt like a runner for a change.



Lowlight: Getting nabbed by immigration on return into BDA and fined $200 for having the wrong re-entry form. Boo.



In between, I had a blast. The Boulder run is very well attended. Why? Because running at sea level is for sissies. At least that's what the t-shirt I bought says. I'd much rather run at 6,000 feet above sea level. Apparently 50,000 other runners agree with me.



A few good men. These are the marines I shot a pic of as they passed me in formation. Their lead runners carry two full size flags on posts. Right before they they finish the 6.2 miles, they pull to the side in the stadium, drop and do twenty push ups, AND THEN finish the race together. That's hard core.

I just run in, gasp for air, and thank God I am still alive.

Most races provide water stops along the way. They do it differently out here.



They also provide supplemental fueling stations to replenish your electrolyte balance.



Of course, the best part of the race was running it with family.





I like this tradition, and I like how the group is expanding every year. Next big race is in Bermuda. I'm thinking this one. It's cheaper if we sign up early.

Who's in?

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Bolder Boulder 2010. The race report.

6:00. I've been up for hours, tossing and turning. I'm still on east coast time. But that's ok. The adrenaline is already flowing. I've been thinking about this race for a year.



Just about a year ago, my brother convinced me to run a race together. And this one, he promised, would be memorable



It truly was.



Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the Bolder Boulder 10k.

I've been running a year now. During that time, I have completed three 5K races. Enough to get a sense that runners come in all shapes and sizes. Boulder proved this writ large. With approximately 50,000 runners, spread across numerous starting "waves," you could see the running bug spares no one.



Some runners look like this.



And some of them look like this.


And some manage to keep their sense of humor. Hey good lookin'!



They come in every age.



aww..



and attire.





And each one has loads of support.





I had only the dimmest notion of what the race course looked like. I knew from the video I posted last week that the last stretch was an uphill heading into the University of Colorado stadium. The prospect of that hill loomed large in my brain. And the last stretch! That last stretch was about a half mile. I could hear the runners begin to murmur in the pack as we approached it... the more experienced ones warning others of what lay ahead.



And then I quickly realized, any hill can be conquered with a little help from your friends.

And when you reach the top, you're greeted with this. For every 50,000 runners, you can bet there are just as many supporters there to cheer them on. Running into that stadium felt about as close to rock star status as it gets. Short of being a rock star, I guess. Or when your kid hugs you and says I love you. That feels pretty rock star too.



A hearty thanks to my sister in law, Dallice, who faithfully watched for and took the majority of race pictures you see here. Osman and I approaching the finish line.



She tells me the Boulder Marine formation ran in just before us, approached the finish line, shot left into the grass, dropped and did thirty pushups, and THEN crossed the line. That's hardcore. And they ran in combat boots.



Here I am summoning my last burst of energy to cross the line.



We did it. Post race chilling with Bolder Boulder swag goodie bags.



Note to myself as I flew back home:

Hey girl. You did it. Remember when Osman suggested the race and you hesitatingly said yes? Remember how you felt just a little bit scared but thought you could train to do it within a year? Remember feeling slightly panicky, a little bit worried, a little bit afraid? Guess what?

You did it.

Best sign held by a spectator during the race:

"No 1 made you do this."

Osman turned and asked what that meant. You got it right away. No one made you do this race. No one makes you run. You and every other runner out there was there because YOU wanted to do this. You wanted to race at 5,000 feet above sea level on a hot and hilly course. You wanted to hit mile four and start to feel your insides hurling and lungs collapsing while they strained for more air. YOU wanted this challenge.

and YOU did it.

Yes - you. And any one else can do this too.

Yes - you too. I promise.

The numbers, by Garmin. I stopped my clock late, but this is close.


Needless to say, the weekend wasn't all about the running. There was also a ridiculous amount of food involved.







And we paused long enough to see some sights.



These could very well be related to our dog. Their names are "Oscar" and "Sprout" and they are also originally from Brooklyn - just like our own Oscar. Of course these two actually look like Brussels Griffons, which is the breed our dog claims to descend from.



Obama stimulus pizza. Loads of toppings!



Chilling at Saxy's cafe. I need a big comfy couch like that.

Back home now, and it's time to relax. Sort of. Annual town 5k July 4th weekend. Goal to beat - 30 minutes. Who's joining me? Loads of BBQ after.