Let’s do a projeck!

IMG_3008We have ourselves a little artist. And I don’t mean just a painter. A true creative, artistic, dramatic character of a kiddo who loves to paint, draw, sing, tell stories, and throw fits (which is really a very understated term to give them). It’s so cool and cute and frustrating and challenging and rewarding all at once. Which is something I imagine every parent can say about every kid. To call Hannah unique wouldn’t quite cover it. We’re all unique, that’s really just a synonym for being alive if you think about it (don’t think too hard, these posts aren’t supposed to be that deep).

Hannah is a lot like most 3-going-on-14 year old girls – loves princesses, ponies, fairies, and dolls. She’s not totally a girly girl, she loves bugs and doesn’t hesitate to pick up a worm or ant or random unidentified beetle. We’ve always had “boy” toys for her too, and she likes playing with them to an extent, but she has an above-average attention span when it comes to the stuff I mentioned before. However, if you really want to get her excited and having fun, give her a “projeck” (that’s how she pronounces it). Arts and crafts, painting, drawing, gluing, stamping, stickering, sewing, cutting, singing, it doesn’t matter. Last rainy weekend we had a fun time drawing on each other with washable markers – we did that for almost 2 hours I think, so we may have to get her a little toddler tattoo kit!

She’s not really one to sit and listen to you read a book to her, which is something we’ve been doing sincIMG_2999e she was just days old. She’d rather take the book from you and make up the words herself.

One of the best memories I’ll ever have of her is the first time she told me a story off the top of her head. Not borrowing from a book she heard or a story I made up for her, but her own little parable with a beginning, a plot, and a happy ending. I don’t remember the exact specifics, but it was about two animals who weren’t friends at first, were doing an activity and didn’t like each other, but then ended up being friends. This was a couple months ago and lately she’s been more into making up songs about current situations. She isn’t always comfortable singing in front of people, but when she does you can tell she is paying attention to the sound and at the same time understanding the words.

You always want to think about what they’re going to get into when they get older, and Hannah could end up doing a wide range of things, but I thinkIMG_3106 we may have a performer on our hands if we can continue to build her self-confidence.

Hannah is a big sister now and the jealousy seems to be waning a bit. Sure there are moments when “baby brudder” has a toy that she wants or has one of “her” toys, and we’re teaching her not to snatch them away and to be nice and caring and sharing. And I think she gets it. The sweetest moments are when they’re playing together nicely and she says “here you go buddy” in her high pitched voice. Very rarely is he “Logan” around our house. He’s Logey, Rogey, Yogi, baby brudder, buddy, or the boy.

I haven’t written in a few months, so there’s probably so much more to tell that I can’t wait to share with her when she’s older, but for now this is what jumps out at me. Sam is doing an amazing job with Hannah and Logan when she’s home with them 2 days a week, and it’s nice that they have a mix of a few days of socializing and a couple days home with momma. Crazy to think that she’ll be in Kindergarten before we know it!

May 7, 2016. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. 1 comment.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

And the start of a whole new one. This just occurred to me. With Logan Jacob due any day now do I rename this blog, or start a new one for him? Feels like maybe he’s getting a raw deal. But considering the last time I had the combination of time, energy, and wits to write a post was last November, I don’t know how I’m going to keepIMG_2932 up with two blogs. Then again, that’s sort of symbolic, isn’t it, considering we’re soon going to be trying to keep up with two kids? Maybe that’s a little too deep for 12:30am on a school night.

So what’s happening with Hannah you ask? Well, when I last wrote she was on the cusp of mastering potty training. Or so we thought. Now it’s 3.5 months later and while she very rarely has a potty accident, her pooping, or lack thereof, has become the most talked about subject in our household. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I never thought I’d be so desensitized to human shit than I am right now.

We did have a bit of a scare a few weeks back, and we’re still not 100% sure what the hell was going on. Many of you know this, but she was having a really hard time using her hands for a couple of weeks. At first we thought she just had pins and needles from sleeping on them. Then we realized she was only using her pointer and thumb, first on one hand, then on both. Straightening her other fingers out caused immense pain, which as a parent is such a horrific feeling. This went on for a couple of weeks, we saw the family doctor, saw a neurologist, and finally it went away after a 10 day stretch of steroid prescription. It hasn’t come back so far, so that’s a good sign, but it was pretty scary and freaky for awhile here. That, combined with her being constantly sick all winter, and the fact that she’s back to waking up 2-3 times a night to insist Sam or I squeeze into her little twin bed, has made for an interesting 2015.

You hear people say all the time – “oh she’s at such a fun age” – and she truly is. Hannah is so quick to laugh at my dumb faces and noises, maybe she’s just humoring me, but I don’t care. I love it. It just tickles my soul that she cracks up at my flatulence, every single time. Cheap laughs be damned, I don’t care! She has a great sense of humor already, it’s amazing. Speaking of amazing, she’s become really good pals with a girl in her day care class named Amazing. I’m not kidding. It’s pretty damn cute watching those two dance, spin, and talk jibberish to each other.

It’s not all smiles and giggles though, as anyone with a toddler knows. Hannah will throw herself into a whining or wailing tantrum over the seemingly dumbest things – I dare anyone to give her a broken granola bar or piece of cheese, or God forbid you IMG_2637don’t peel her banana right. We have to pick our battles and we’re doing our best to not let her get her way when she throws a fit over something we deem minor and petty – but in her world it’s a travesty and she’s going to let you hear it for a minute or two. It’s fascinating to watch her mood flip 5 times in 15 seconds.

Like the title says, with a baby boy joining us soon life is going to turnIMG_2628 upside down. It’s such different feeling compared to when we were getting ready to have Hannah. That was a mix of nervousness and excitement, we read every book we could get our hands on, were completely prepared months in advance, and couldn’t wait for her birth day to arrive. This time around, I think because we know what it’s like having a newborn at home and at the same time know what kind of havoc Hannah is capable of unleashing on us at any time, I’d say that mix of nervousness and excitement are still there, but it’s like they’ve been thrown in a blender and it’s impossible to tell which we’re feeling at any given time.

I couldn’t love my daughter any more than I do, and I can’t wait to have a son, it’s a dream come true. But I know we have our work cut out for us. Luckily I’m married to an amazing woman and we are surrounded by a wonderful, loving support system, so bring it on. Just don’t hold it against me if these posts get reduced to bi-annual nonsense. Like Aladdin said, it’s a whole new world.

March 5, 2015. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

Can we have this to go please?

We recently discovered that an hour wait, a missed nap, and noisy, unfamiliar surroundings can quickly cause an 8 month old to go from happy and curious to agitated and restless to crying and pissed off in just a matter of minutes. OK, so we already knew that, but we’ve been smart and/or lucky enough so far to avoid such a situation…until recently, when Hannah made her first restaurant visit. We had a feeling that the long wait could be the first ingredient in a recipe for disaster, but the night started out just fine. The waiting area was packed and this lovely March weather pre photo IMAG0846-1_zpsb7b15e6f.jpgvented us from waiting outside, so we all (mom, Josh, Jill, Mariah, Monica and us) managed to carve out our own little section right in the path of the nice employees attempting to seat and serve tables. Hannah actually made it through the wait just fine, but we could tell she was getting a tired and hungry. The cute little squirt is a timebomb, and while Sam and I can usually cut the red wire before the timer hits zero, sometimes there’s stopping it. This was one of those times.

We had our bottle warmer plugged in behind the hostess station and it was ready about the time we were seated. Success. Then started my scavenger hunt. (Listen to this while reading the next few sentences) Head to the table with baby and baggage to help get Hannah seated in her high chair. Over to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. Back to the table to drop it off. Down to the hostess station to grab the bottle and bottle warmer. Return to the table to drop off the bottle. Go to the bathroom to wash of the pacifier that fell under our neighbor’s chair. Finally, I got back to the table and sat down to order with everyone. Hannah reluctantly took a few bites and sipped a little milk, but she was starting to get a little restless and wasn’t all that interested in refreshments. She didn’t finish the food or bottle, but she definitely wasn’t full. The fuse was lit and it was a quick burner. While to us it actually felt like hours, as I’m sure it did for our neighbors at surrounding tables, it was probably only 20-30 minutes of actual discomfort. Sam did her best to keep Hannah entertained, walking her around the restaurant in an attempt to distract and calm her. Meanwhile, I ate, cause that’s what I do best. In hindsight, we probably should have left the restaurant a little earlier and took our food with us. I finished mine, but Sam felt so bad for our neighboring tables that she barely ate…so hers came home in a container and she got to eat it cold a little later. Moms are the bomb. At the time, it was so loud in there that we could barely hear Hannah, so it didn’t seem like it could be bothering anyone. Sam begs to differ. We packed up and headed out. It was a delightful ride home, a screaming baby in the backseat and two flustered, frustrated parents in the front. All ended well though, we got her in her jammies and she took a bottle and passed out like nothing even happened. Short memory that one.

Lesson learned: baby’s first visit or visits to a restaurant should be when he/she is well-rested and during non-peak hours. There is a lot for them to process, all 5 senses are being stimulated at the same time. We had been avoiding doing too much in public for months with the flu being so nasty this year and Hannah only being half-vaccinated, so it’s something we needed to ease into. Well, that night was the equivalent of taking a high school freshman to a nightclub on spring break – too much to see, taste, hear, touch and smell for the first time. Luckily, Hannah didn’t get alcohol poisoning or fall off a balcony, she just shed a few tears and exercised her vocal cords a bit. No harm done!

March 31, 2013. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

Say Cheesepickles!

Sam and I have a super power. It’s not going to last forever, maybe months, hopefully years, but for right now we have this power and we’re going to abuse it. We can’t fly or bend steel or even shoot spider webs (though if Sam had that power she would probably cut off her own hands). We do kind of have x-ray vision, but it only applies to diapers, though that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m referring to our ability to get Hannah to smile simply by making eye contact. It isn’t 100% automatic. When she’s sleepy or hungry or gassy or distracted and/or just NOT in the mood. But usually when she sees one of our faces she gets the biggest grin, it’s 100% impossible to not return it. In the first few weeks of her life the only smiles we got were when she was about to fill her diaper with something smelly, whether it was a colorful collection of crap or a colorless, but certainly not odorless, gas. It’s always hard to pinpoint when she starts or stops doing something. I’m terrible with dates, but it’s quite possible Sam remembers the date and time of Hannah’s first smile. I do know that, despite the fact that she just went to the doctor for shots (she no longer hates us), for the past couple of weeks whenever she looks at us she cracks a smile. And we love it. Often it’s our favorite, a big ol’ toothless beam. We can never, ever get enough of those. We find ourselves making the weirdest noises and faces just to get another one. Occasionally, she’s smiling when we don’t want her to. Why in the world would you ever not want your child to be smiling, you ask? I’ll tell you when. When it’s midnight and she (and I) should be in bed, but instead she’s just staring up at me, playfully cheesing away. That means she’s wide awake and is either going to keep playing, or if I’m not cooperating, cry till her mom comes to the rescue. I try to avoid looking directly at her, because according to something I read, and I believe it, making eye contact with a baby is the equivalent of giving him/her a cup of coffee. But how can I not? So instead I try to outsmart her by keeping my head facing the TV or my phone, but peek out of the corner of my eye. Or, another “trick” I try so I can sneak a peak – my face is down toward her, but I’m squinting my eyes so it looks like I’m asleep. It doesn’t work. She just smiles even bigger and starts riding her invisible bicycle. Ever tried to smile with your mouth full? Well somehow she can even smile with her pacifier in, so it just hangs there like Winston Churchill’s cigar. When she pulls that it’s difficult to suppress a chuckle or two.

We are extremely blessed to have a happy, healthy baby, and we’re very grateful. Some updates: She’s up to 13 lbs and is long. According to the doctor’s chart, her head is not small. She’s managing to hold it up quite a bit though, she’s extremely curious and just wants to look around at everything. She recognizes certain voices and she really loves her Grandmas. We know these moments aren’t going to last forever. There is going to come a time when we she won’t smile at us no matter what we do. That being the case, please forgive me for not having written for awhile, I’ve got a baby to stare at!

September 17, 2012. Tags: , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

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