We watched Abby blog and it gave me the idea to recreate a meme not worth discussing if you don't know what this post is eluding to. Anyway, here ya go Melissa:
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Table Blocks: A Drinking Game
What else does a new family do in northern CT, besides sitting around at home drinking? It's cheap, no baby sitter required, no packing up to go to "X", forgetting the all too important "Y" at home, and ultimately leaving early because baby is being too "Z".
So here's this developmental time's game. It's pretty easy:
Place blocks around a coffee table, let the baby loose to walk around the table, and replace the blocks before he can remove them all and realize you've replaced them. If you can't accomplish this small feat, then you, "Drink!"
Note: soft blocks ( like the ones he received for Christmas) are pretty important, especially when Baby is actually more like Babe Ruth. No babies were harmed in the development of this game.
So here's this developmental time's game. It's pretty easy:
Place blocks around a coffee table, let the baby loose to walk around the table, and replace the blocks before he can remove them all and realize you've replaced them. If you can't accomplish this small feat, then you, "Drink!"
Note: soft blocks ( like the ones he received for Christmas) are pretty important, especially when Baby is actually more like Babe Ruth. No babies were harmed in the development of this game.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Eves
Thanksgiving Eve, aka Scott's birthday, Stefan developed his "hunch back" crawl.
The Eve of his birthday, he started saying, "Dad"...a lot.
Christmas Eve....nothing.
But, 2 days later, he started eating on his own. Since then, I've relinquished the spoon, stripped stain-able clothing off of him, and let him go to town on what ever the special is for the night. Shepard's pie is still a fav. and now tacos are at the top of the list.
New Year's Eve, he discovered potato chips and played with a new cat. So nothing new, but he hung out fabulously well at our friends' house well past normal bed times:), which certain people can attest to being a great accomplishment.
The Eve of his birthday, he started saying, "Dad"...a lot.
Christmas Eve....nothing.
But, 2 days later, he started eating on his own. Since then, I've relinquished the spoon, stripped stain-able clothing off of him, and let him go to town on what ever the special is for the night. Shepard's pie is still a fav. and now tacos are at the top of the list.
New Year's Eve, he discovered potato chips and played with a new cat. So nothing new, but he hung out fabulously well at our friends' house well past normal bed times:), which certain people can attest to being a great accomplishment.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Pooh Corner
(A delayed post from November)
I had been camping out on the couch all week, battling my first sickness of the cold season, not likely my last either. Stefan was forced to entertain himself quite a bit over this time. He had just started standing while holing a few days ago, and now for the first time, practiced walking back and forth carefully along the coffee table. Now was the time where he'd be free of mom's hovering, although I think I was more excited about that than he was. He grew tired of this game and got himself to the floor (via Mom), and headed over to the fire place to bash something I'd rather him not bash.
A side note: a couple of days ago, mid "pulling up" to stand at the coffee table, he had gotten stuck. He was still not able to completely pull himself up alone yet, which worked out, because the random position in which he was stuck became his crawling pose; arms in a traditional way, one leg folded in front of himself, aligned in an odd perpendicular fashion, the other leg, straight with no knee touching the floor, propelled his weeble body forward from his foot. BASH BASH BASH!!!
Oh yeah BASHING...so Stefan was over at the fireplace doing dangerous things, Sean was on the couch next to me, not getting up to stop him from doing dangerous things, and I was too sick to be alive.
"Stefan, go get Pooh." I moaned. I had no idea where Pooh was, and nothing like that had ever worked to occupy him before, but I figured I'd give it a shot. I knew he knew what "Pooh" was, but don't know if he could see Pooh (although that would make this whole thing even more cool, as object permanence, what is needed to know something exists when it is out of sight, occurs around a year old or later, and he was a little early for that). He crawled away from the fire place and all I knew is that he stopped bashing, but not what he was off to do next.
About a minute later, I heard the high rattle of his favorite stuffed bear. I was ecstatic, he found Pooh! Thank you Stefan...it was the best cold medicine ever:)
I had been camping out on the couch all week, battling my first sickness of the cold season, not likely my last either. Stefan was forced to entertain himself quite a bit over this time. He had just started standing while holing a few days ago, and now for the first time, practiced walking back and forth carefully along the coffee table. Now was the time where he'd be free of mom's hovering, although I think I was more excited about that than he was. He grew tired of this game and got himself to the floor (via Mom), and headed over to the fire place to bash something I'd rather him not bash.
A side note: a couple of days ago, mid "pulling up" to stand at the coffee table, he had gotten stuck. He was still not able to completely pull himself up alone yet, which worked out, because the random position in which he was stuck became his crawling pose; arms in a traditional way, one leg folded in front of himself, aligned in an odd perpendicular fashion, the other leg, straight with no knee touching the floor, propelled his weeble body forward from his foot. BASH BASH BASH!!!
Oh yeah BASHING...so Stefan was over at the fireplace doing dangerous things, Sean was on the couch next to me, not getting up to stop him from doing dangerous things, and I was too sick to be alive.
"Stefan, go get Pooh." I moaned. I had no idea where Pooh was, and nothing like that had ever worked to occupy him before, but I figured I'd give it a shot. I knew he knew what "Pooh" was, but don't know if he could see Pooh (although that would make this whole thing even more cool, as object permanence, what is needed to know something exists when it is out of sight, occurs around a year old or later, and he was a little early for that). He crawled away from the fire place and all I knew is that he stopped bashing, but not what he was off to do next.
About a minute later, I heard the high rattle of his favorite stuffed bear. I was ecstatic, he found Pooh! Thank you Stefan...it was the best cold medicine ever:)
Friday, January 7, 2011
Our morning...
Music has always helped to soothe the savage Monster beast here, so we sat at the computer enjoying some today I guess you'll have to turn the streaming Stefan tunes off for this one! Enjoy our not so snowy morning concert.
We started with some fast guitar:
On to some faster cello:
His First youtube favorite from the summer:
And finally my favorite, a slow piece, equally intriguing to him. I thought it would lull him to sleep...but Rocking Bear was too enticing. It put him out the second listen though:)
So this is the Proms 2001 tribute performance of Barber, I think recorded on 9-15 of that year. This piece brings me to tears with out the extra significance of why it's played here. Stefan was really into watching the conductor, which makes him a step about most musicians 15 times his age;).
We started with some fast guitar:
On to some faster cello:
His First youtube favorite from the summer:
And finally my favorite, a slow piece, equally intriguing to him. I thought it would lull him to sleep...but Rocking Bear was too enticing. It put him out the second listen though:)
So this is the Proms 2001 tribute performance of Barber, I think recorded on 9-15 of that year. This piece brings me to tears with out the extra significance of why it's played here. Stefan was really into watching the conductor, which makes him a step about most musicians 15 times his age;).
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
1 Year
My biggest problem with not having time to get on here is all the little things you've been doing, that have been so cool to catch you doing, that I forget by the time I can get to a computer. Lets see if I can remember any, and hopefully I'll be better about getting these here.
At one year you...
are blooming a great little personality,
babble "dad" a LOT...and I caught you once babbling "mom" without crying or wanting milk, too!
are more independent than ever,
find all sorts of ways to play with all sorts of things, like, right now: pens and glue sticks (why do we bother with flashy toys?),
scribble,
love walking,
could crawl across CT if I let you,
love finding Daddy when I tell you...OK not that hard, we all know he's in front of the computer 22/07
love the cats, especially when they are involved in your crib, really love Sabrina, as she tries never to be involved with you,
refuse to brush your 6 teeth, though you used to love it,
insist on feeding yourself with our spoons, regardless of what actually makes it into your mouth,
have started eating dry foods more, and trying more solids recently,
love flipping the pages of your book, so gently as to not rip them, and watch my fingers point to the words I read you,
try to figure out every button, screw, random hole, and door on every little thing,
put toys "in"(!!!!!), with more regularity!!
wave "bye,bye" every so often,
have marvelous conversations with your hands (though that has been going on for a few months now),
have marvelous babble conversations with me:) you're going to be such a great talker!
point to what you want, and you want a lot, apparently,
added "r, s" to the "L,d,m" list of consonants, and long "i and e" to the "a, o" list of vowels,
Love hanging with Dad, especially when he walks all around with you.
...and I suppose that is all I can think of now, besides, it's time to play!!
At one year you...
are blooming a great little personality,
babble "dad" a LOT...and I caught you once babbling "mom" without crying or wanting milk, too!
are more independent than ever,
find all sorts of ways to play with all sorts of things, like, right now: pens and glue sticks (why do we bother with flashy toys?),
scribble,
love walking,
could crawl across CT if I let you,
love finding Daddy when I tell you...OK not that hard, we all know he's in front of the computer 22/07
love the cats, especially when they are involved in your crib, really love Sabrina, as she tries never to be involved with you,
refuse to brush your 6 teeth, though you used to love it,
insist on feeding yourself with our spoons, regardless of what actually makes it into your mouth,
have started eating dry foods more, and trying more solids recently,
love flipping the pages of your book, so gently as to not rip them, and watch my fingers point to the words I read you,
try to figure out every button, screw, random hole, and door on every little thing,
put toys "in"(!!!!!), with more regularity!!
wave "bye,bye" every so often,
have marvelous conversations with your hands (though that has been going on for a few months now),
have marvelous babble conversations with me:) you're going to be such a great talker!
point to what you want, and you want a lot, apparently,
added "r, s" to the "L,d,m" list of consonants, and long "i and e" to the "a, o" list of vowels,
Love hanging with Dad, especially when he walks all around with you.
...and I suppose that is all I can think of now, besides, it's time to play!!
Now is the perfect time!
Have you ever waited for the perfect time to do "x"...and waited...and waited...I've been waiting almost a month for that perfect time to sit here and expound on our oh so ordinary life, that muddles my brain so much each day, that I never have 30 minutes to sit here and expound on anything at all. That's OK, reading a book (I have a dozen waiting patiently) has been waiting since the spring, and worse, practicing has been waiting for this perfect time for over a year now. Actually, instead of blogging, I SHOULD be down in the workshop organizing...the music store is FIN...and I will soon own all the workshop stuff...as soon as I get down there and figure how much I'm paying for it and write the check. Some very trusting people needed me to haul the stuff away quick!
Back to my inability to accomplish. I had to go to the bank today, get gas and hit the grocery store. I was so psyched that I could accomplish all of this in one parking lot. PS I even got bonus points for being able to do my banking out of the car, which was totally unexpected! Once upon a time, I hated all these chores with a passion and tried my best to procrastinate over them until I absolutely needed gas, food, or money. Envision a bedraggled, hungry Lisa, humping it to the Burger King a block away, carrying pocket change I dug out of the couch, in hopes that it would buy me enough french fries to make it to the next meal...;) If I could go back in time, I'd grab PastLisa and shake the crap out of her because getting those three chores accomplished took like 30 seconds back in the day. Naps and feedings aside, it takes FOREVER to get out the door. I get us all fed, then him dressed, me dressed, find my shoes (impossible), find his (more impossible), get my coat, his coat, oh yeah it's cold...get his hat and mittens but skip mine because the car will warm up soon enough; don't forget the diaper bag, one last trip to the bathroom at this point (the other day I had 3 of these before official leaving, it took THAT long), and finally we make it into the car...and I sigh and think to myself, I bet it's going to be time for him to eat in a few minutes and we haven't even left! Given, he has a wack job of an eating schedule right now, but I'm really tired of going through a whole process to do something, only to have to repeat that process before the thing that needed to get done was even accomplished. Phew...there is my vent. I know, I know, welcome to the land of having children...it just seems like everyone else has themselves together, and I feel like at any moment everything here is going to explode! A few of my friends are heading into 2-child land...I can't even imagine!!
So needless to say, accomplishing more of a variety of "stuff" (that is stuff beyond cooking, cleaning, and playing with the baby) is my new years resolution (which I'm ready to break as I could sit here and type entries for the rest of the afternoon!). I even went and added a new hobby to the mix, just because I didn't feel bad enough for not getting everything done for the last year. So now there is knitting...HOWEVER, it can be done late at night, on the couch, in front of the mind-melting television no problem, so this one actually has potential. If you have a cat, and I know you, you'll soon have some knit cat toys from me:) Or a cat-dog, Melissa:)
Back to my inability to accomplish. I had to go to the bank today, get gas and hit the grocery store. I was so psyched that I could accomplish all of this in one parking lot. PS I even got bonus points for being able to do my banking out of the car, which was totally unexpected! Once upon a time, I hated all these chores with a passion and tried my best to procrastinate over them until I absolutely needed gas, food, or money. Envision a bedraggled, hungry Lisa, humping it to the Burger King a block away, carrying pocket change I dug out of the couch, in hopes that it would buy me enough french fries to make it to the next meal...;) If I could go back in time, I'd grab PastLisa and shake the crap out of her because getting those three chores accomplished took like 30 seconds back in the day. Naps and feedings aside, it takes FOREVER to get out the door. I get us all fed, then him dressed, me dressed, find my shoes (impossible), find his (more impossible), get my coat, his coat, oh yeah it's cold...get his hat and mittens but skip mine because the car will warm up soon enough; don't forget the diaper bag, one last trip to the bathroom at this point (the other day I had 3 of these before official leaving, it took THAT long), and finally we make it into the car...and I sigh and think to myself, I bet it's going to be time for him to eat in a few minutes and we haven't even left! Given, he has a wack job of an eating schedule right now, but I'm really tired of going through a whole process to do something, only to have to repeat that process before the thing that needed to get done was even accomplished. Phew...there is my vent. I know, I know, welcome to the land of having children...it just seems like everyone else has themselves together, and I feel like at any moment everything here is going to explode! A few of my friends are heading into 2-child land...I can't even imagine!!
So needless to say, accomplishing more of a variety of "stuff" (that is stuff beyond cooking, cleaning, and playing with the baby) is my new years resolution (which I'm ready to break as I could sit here and type entries for the rest of the afternoon!). I even went and added a new hobby to the mix, just because I didn't feel bad enough for not getting everything done for the last year. So now there is knitting...HOWEVER, it can be done late at night, on the couch, in front of the mind-melting television no problem, so this one actually has potential. If you have a cat, and I know you, you'll soon have some knit cat toys from me:) Or a cat-dog, Melissa:)
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