Thursday, December 01, 2016
I was leaving the core when I overhear an (African-American) educator leading a group of young kids on a tour (they're in the history of migration part of the exhibition) saying, "Let's pack our things and schlep to Russia," and my first thought was, "Let's not and say we did."
Posted by kg at 11:50 AM
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
M. is about a week over 11 months, and it seems like in the last week or so, there's been some major breakthroughs -- she can comfortably take a few steps at a time and walk longer when supported, she is starting to show passive understanding of individual words (although that's still inconsistent, but she's getting interested in language), she's been "singing" back to us, she can point at things using just one finger, and she's realize the power of pointing at the thing you want. It's really remarkable to interact with her as she becomes more and more like a person...
Posted by kg at 11:40 AM
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Tonight's parenting milestone: feeding the 9.5-month old Agoo Baba goat brie cheese on sprouted tortilla for dinner and having her first true dance party (where she was clearly moving to the music) to "Gangam Style." A night to remember!
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Sunday, September 11, 2016
A testament to Maya's desire to stand -- I brought down an empty plastic bin, but was tinkering with the lid, so Maya couldn't use it to rest her weight. So she pulls the bin down and I think was working on putting the bin down so the solid bottom would be up -- I helped her out with that. She proceeded to stand up with the support of the upside down bin. She's also started saying "ama" and "mama" in the last week pretty consistently as a way of indicating that she wants help or to be held.
Posted by kg at 11:30 AM
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
Exactly a month after we'd started trying to alter M's sleeping and eating routines, it seems like (knock on everything!!!) things might finally get a little bit easier at night -- April has been really rough in so many ways, and the sleep deprivation and disagreements about sleep-related issues were really not helping.
Posted by kg at 11:44 AM
Monday, April 25, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
And just like that, the dream towards which I've worked for the last 16 years got crushed like a bug, the carapace making a crunching noise that will likely reverberate in my ears for a while.
Posted by kg at 6:37 PM
Wednesday, April 06, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
At three and a half months, the Big Boopa is now truly big, more than double her birth weight. Her skills change all the time. Right now, she's starting to grasp things with her hands consistently -- and shoving them in her mouth. She loves music -- being sung to, having musical instruments be played to her. She gives these big happy smiles when we sing to her. Her neck has gotten really strong, and tummy time is getting longer. She's been in the same place for a while in terms of experimenting with sounds -- mostly vowels, an occasional aga or agoo. She wakes up a couple of times a night, which feels almost manageable compared to the beginning. She loves to kick and being stood up.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
I wrote this 2 or 3 weeks ago (hard to keep track of time) and didn't post cause ran out of time. M. is smiling now and cooing, which is amazing. She clearly likes being talked to and tries to "talk" back. This is the earlier post: Our little peanut is six weeks old -- which sounds short but feels very long, it's hard to remember what our lives were like before she came. She's growing so rapidly, her face and body change every few days -- get covered up with fat and then elongate and thin out again as she gets longer and longer; she's going to be tall, I think. Last night, she grabbed and held the bottom of her bottle in a way that suggests she'll be starting to grab objects soon. She is starting to smile and has the loveliest smile that lights up our faces. She focuses her eyes on us intently, and you really want to impress her when she's looking at you -- or at least I do. She is still remarkably chill much of the time. She feeds like a shark during feeding frenzy, often constantly throughout the day (when there are no discreet "feedings" punctuated by long sleep), especially at night -- I started to marvel last night how big her stomach has to be now to fit in as many bottles as she had in sequence one right after another, with only small breaks. But she has also started to sleep for longer stretches at night -- over 4 hrs last night! - which is exciting. She makes the cutest noises and is starting to experiment with vowels, especially "ah." She's still spitting up a lot -- not sure when her pyloric sphincter will mature. She has diaper rash, but neither the rash nor the spit up seem to bother her, though gassiness does quite a bit. She started to like baths (except for being cold afterwards) as soon as she got a real one. She definitely notices and responds to music, and I think she's starting to recognize J. and me. Yesterday was also our 5th smoochaversary -- we got snowed in by the massive storm. Five years and a baby later, I'm still recognizably the same person with the same struggles, as is J. Twice over the course of a few days we got into big fights while attempting to celebrate our anniversary. The second fight was bad enough that I switched therapists and am slowly coming to recognize how often I get unmanageably angry and displace that anger onto J. Better late than never...
Sunday, December 20, 2015
I wish I could've blogged and documented this last week - it's been the most emotionally intense of my life. One thought -- nothing can prepare you for dealing with the chaos of life like trying to stay calm while facing a screaming infant. A skill I'm very hard from mastering.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
To honor Rudi's first exposure to catnip (at least on our watch), J. made a video with "Hits from the Bong" for soundtrack. Me: I bet that's going on Facebook. J: No, it's too private. And what if he ever runs for office? (Other things J. has said to Rudi: "Put you good guy pants on, Rudi, we're going to town." Seeing as Obama is also a good guy, we're considering writing to him to see if he'd like to be introduced to our cat, a fellow "good guy.")
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Quick notes from travel to Estonia: In Sheremetyevo: I'm in Moscow, which is weird; the flight from JFK was a bit surreal - there was a huge group of Hasidic men, mostly young and single, and they prayed en masse in the middle of the flight while standing in the aisles, to the distress of the flight attendant, who had very little success explaining to them in Russian or English how that's a safety hazard. They also broke intro group song on a number of occasions -- quite joyful -- that sounded *super* eastern European. They also decided to do some light proselytizing and asked N., the dark and curly-haired Greek art historian also traveling to the conference next to whom I sat about four times if he was Jewish. And totally ignored me cause I'm a woman, even though converting me at the moment would be a two-for-the-price-of-one whammy. There was also a screaming toddler. Not crying, just screaming, at a very high pitch, for very long periods of time... On at least two occasions, I ate fish and other sea food because there was so few (or no!) veg choices and no non-flesh source of protein. I've discovered that at this point, even if I allow myself to eat seafood or fish, I just don't feel good emotionally doing so -- the taste is not worth the shame and guilt, and the texture of shrimp in particular -- kind of cartilaginous -- made me feel like a monster. My one big impression of Estonian is that it has never met a vowel it hasn't wanted to lengthen. Seriously, I saw a word that had two (!) u's with umlauts in it. No matter what Estonians are saying, it sounds like they're singing a lullaby. On the flight back, I was rushing through Sheremetyevo and saw a t-shirt for sale of a Putin in sunglasses and parka cradling a tiger cub in his arms. If I weren't concerned about making my flight, I would have been sorely tempted to buy this, though I do think the Russians know what they're doing in this instance -- amazing how you can make money selling two different fantasies on one t-shirt (the earnest-faced adoration of Putin to particularly patriotic Russians; the ironic belief that all Russians enjoy shirtless Putin to Westerners).
Friday, October 09, 2015
I had an interesting experience last night. I was watching (re-watching -- I watched it some years ago but have very few recollections) Freaks and Geeks on Netflix in bed, and the baby is big enough now that she kicks a lot and quite powerfully, esp when I'm laying down (I now see my friend Katja's comparison to sea horses -- it often does feel now like there's a mysterious aquarium inside me that I can't see into). It was so strange to watch this show (set two years before I was born, but actually made the year I was a senior in HS, and suggesting thus that the white suburban American HS experience didn't change very much at all in the intervening twenty years) because mentally and emotionally, the experience of being in HS still really resonates with me, still feels fresh and real and close by, and yet I'm at a point in my life right now where I'm temporally equidistant (about 15 years) from being in HS myself and parenting this baby when it's a teenager in HS... That seems so profoundly bizarre to me -- it's very hard to imagine the me of right now doing that, though I appreciate that I have a bit of time to acquire the requisite skills gradually...