"They grow up so fast."
I've been repeating this like a mantra, and I am sure that other parents understand the sentiment. Every moment is so fleeting. I just want to preserve every moment (well, most) in perfect clarity in my head.
Piper is healthy, smart, usually kind and often happy and well mannered. I suppose I couldn't ask for more. She can type her name on the computer keyboard. Her vocabulary, comprehension and ability to carry on a conversation grows daily. She's been completely potty trained for months and months now. She'll be starting Montessori school this fall, and the teacher echoed our thoughts: "She's so ready."
We struggle with the normal 3 year old difficulties. Sometimes we have attitude problems, or melt downs over the tiniest things - more frequently of course when we're tired. Some times the melt down comes after we're told "no" and she tells us that we've hurt her feelings. Food is also sometimes difficult. For a long time she was brave about foods, and would eat nearly anything placed in front of her, now she's only interested in french fries, chips, macaroni & cheese, the occasional hot dog, peanut butter & honey, and green beans. That's right, green beans. She'll eat a plate full of them.
She is very musically inclined. She sings songs that she's heard or learned, and occasionally makes up her own. She loves playing with musical instruments.
She loves youtube surfing on our iPhones, which generally is okay. She stays on Diego or Pocoyo or similar. There are lots of Dora/Diego video game reviews on youtube, and for some reason she loves these. She's also taken to watching commercials on youtube, which is odd.
She loves the old cartoon movie Peter Pan, which I have found that I despise - its an awful story. Female characters in the movie exist only to fawn on Peter and fight with each other for his affections.
My little girl is growing right up! Its so exciting and so terrifying.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
Christmas at age Two and One Half
Last year, Piper was too little to really get into Christmas, though she thought that the tree was cool, and that opening presents was fun.
This year has been rather different. While I imagine that in coming years, the level of excitement will approach 11, she has been very taken with the ornaments on the tree, turning the lights on and off, and Frosty the Snowman. She loves singing the song, reading a book of it, and watching the animated movie from thirtyhowevermanyyearsago.
We put together a wish list of things for her, a few toys that we thought would be good, a light switch thingy so she can turn her light on and off, and a few other things. But people have asked "What can we get for Piper", and in some cases, I've had to shrug. There's not much that she is in need of. I suppose this means that we are fortunate enough to be able to get what she needs.
We're also trying to get into the idea of giving and charity. We took her to the store recently and picked up a pack of matchbox cars which will be going to Toys for Tots. They're sitting on the kitchen table, and she asks about them from time to time, and we remind her that they're for another little boy or girl who does not have toys to play with. She hasn't really gotten her brain wrapped around the idea yet, I think, but its important to me to start working on it early.
We're headed out this weekend to do Santa photos.
This year has been rather different. While I imagine that in coming years, the level of excitement will approach 11, she has been very taken with the ornaments on the tree, turning the lights on and off, and Frosty the Snowman. She loves singing the song, reading a book of it, and watching the animated movie from thirtyhowevermanyyearsago.
We put together a wish list of things for her, a few toys that we thought would be good, a light switch thingy so she can turn her light on and off, and a few other things. But people have asked "What can we get for Piper", and in some cases, I've had to shrug. There's not much that she is in need of. I suppose this means that we are fortunate enough to be able to get what she needs.
We're also trying to get into the idea of giving and charity. We took her to the store recently and picked up a pack of matchbox cars which will be going to Toys for Tots. They're sitting on the kitchen table, and she asks about them from time to time, and we remind her that they're for another little boy or girl who does not have toys to play with. She hasn't really gotten her brain wrapped around the idea yet, I think, but its important to me to start working on it early.
We're headed out this weekend to do Santa photos.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Love...
I love it when I come home from work and Piper asks: "How was your day today?"
Almost as much as I love the new tradition of hiding under a blanket in mommy's lap when I make it home. Tickling is the cure for any ghost infestation, I've found.
Almost as much as I love the new tradition of hiding under a blanket in mommy's lap when I make it home. Tickling is the cure for any ghost infestation, I've found.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Travel and Milestones
We flew to Hawai'i and back with Piper. It went quite well, actually.
You may have read my post about it elsewhere, but we spent around two hours on a plane between memphis and chicago, and then around eight and a half hours between chicago and honolulu. We had a few small meltdowns, mostly when she woke up from a nap, or was hungry, or just got super bored. All in all though, we felt like she weathered it very well.
She had a good time in hawai'i, as good a time as you can have when you're 11 months old. She enjoyed the sand and the ocean, and enjoyed riding around on daddy's back in the kelty backpack, and aside from that, mostly enjoyed her usual distractions and goofing around. Piper is generally a happy baby, and will often either play with toys on her own, or will want someone to be actively interacting with her, picking her up, tickling her, reading to her, etc.
The trip home was slightly more difficult. The flight there was during the day, so she was awake for a large portion of it. The flights back were in the evening and night, so we had a couple of major meltdowns when she got good and tired. Usually we would just put her down in her crib and let her spend a couple of minutes crying, which usually results in her soundly sleeping. On the airplane though, we could do little but hold her and shoosh her as she wailed until she passed out. During those moments, I swore to myself that I would never ever ever ever ever ever ever fly with a baby again. Later, when she was sound asleep in my arms, I was not so certain. Once asleep, she slept pretty well. She tossed and turned occasionally, and she sometimes wakes halfway up and yells a bit, but then falls right back asleep.
While in hawai'i, we perfected the art of sleeping in the bed for a bit with mommy and daddy. We haven't really slept with her since she was just weeks old. When we've tried it lately, either she's too distracted with stuff to go to sleep, or she tosses and turns too much for anyone to sleep around her. This time, we took a couple of naps all snuggled up together, or if she fussed too much in the night, we'd let her sleep for an hour or two in bed with us. Its kinda novel and awfully heartwarming.
She started saying 'fish' while in hawai'i, though she pronounces it more like 'ish', but I'll take that. We also think she might have used 'hello' and 'bye bye' in the last week. She picks up her toy phone, or other objects and holds them to her ear, miming us holding a cell phone. On the flight, we'd put a headset to her ear, and she'd listen for a moment and sometimes grin, and then she was off to the next distraction.
Piper and the Southaven Williams' babies are funny together. They're both bigger than she is, and a little more developed in their play and such, but they're a hoot to watch. Piper wants to eat anything that does not skitter away or bite her back. She's had just about everything that she can eat, minus allergy concern stuff - so no peanut butter or eggs, and no sugary stuff. But she loves fish and bread and chicken and grapes and pineapple and yogurt and bananas. Oh... bananas. Don't let Piper see you with a banana, or if she does, be prepared to defend yourself.
She's got four teeth, and uses them to great effect when attacking food. She's walking pretty well, and I think soon will be running. She's always interested in the dog's water bowl, which we pick up off the ground when she's on the loose, but once or twice, she's gotten to it before we could grab it or her. She's got run of a large portion of the house, which we've baby-proofed.
She thinks that the cat is cool, and occasionally chases her. Zoe (the cat) is largely nonplussed, and either avoids Piper, or simply, gracefully and efficiently extricates herself from the situation. Yazhi and Piper are great buddies, and can often be found begging for food from someone.
One of her somewhat recent developments, just within the last few weeks, is to be more cuddly. Before, she would not "cuddle", but often now, when she's tired, or sometimes just randomly while holding her, she'll stick her thumb in her mouth and lay her head down on your shoulder. Sometimes just for a few seconds, other times, she gets comfortable and might even take a short nap there.
She's mastered waving bye-bye, but doesn't quite get the wave for hello. She gives us the sign for "finished" or "all done", but we still haven't seen her use "hungry" or "food".
I told a few people that what I enjoyed the most about our week in Hawai'i, even more than the weather and the scenery, was spending an entire week with her. Even during sometimes-frustrating plane rides, and occasional fussiness, it was absolutely amazing to spend all day for a week with her. Returning to work on Monday morning, and saying goodbye to her was tough. I've commiserated with a number of coworkers, each time echoing that she's only a baby once, and that its important to make the most and the best of my time with her.
You may have read my post about it elsewhere, but we spent around two hours on a plane between memphis and chicago, and then around eight and a half hours between chicago and honolulu. We had a few small meltdowns, mostly when she woke up from a nap, or was hungry, or just got super bored. All in all though, we felt like she weathered it very well.
She had a good time in hawai'i, as good a time as you can have when you're 11 months old. She enjoyed the sand and the ocean, and enjoyed riding around on daddy's back in the kelty backpack, and aside from that, mostly enjoyed her usual distractions and goofing around. Piper is generally a happy baby, and will often either play with toys on her own, or will want someone to be actively interacting with her, picking her up, tickling her, reading to her, etc.
The trip home was slightly more difficult. The flight there was during the day, so she was awake for a large portion of it. The flights back were in the evening and night, so we had a couple of major meltdowns when she got good and tired. Usually we would just put her down in her crib and let her spend a couple of minutes crying, which usually results in her soundly sleeping. On the airplane though, we could do little but hold her and shoosh her as she wailed until she passed out. During those moments, I swore to myself that I would never ever ever ever ever ever ever fly with a baby again. Later, when she was sound asleep in my arms, I was not so certain. Once asleep, she slept pretty well. She tossed and turned occasionally, and she sometimes wakes halfway up and yells a bit, but then falls right back asleep.
While in hawai'i, we perfected the art of sleeping in the bed for a bit with mommy and daddy. We haven't really slept with her since she was just weeks old. When we've tried it lately, either she's too distracted with stuff to go to sleep, or she tosses and turns too much for anyone to sleep around her. This time, we took a couple of naps all snuggled up together, or if she fussed too much in the night, we'd let her sleep for an hour or two in bed with us. Its kinda novel and awfully heartwarming.
She started saying 'fish' while in hawai'i, though she pronounces it more like 'ish', but I'll take that. We also think she might have used 'hello' and 'bye bye' in the last week. She picks up her toy phone, or other objects and holds them to her ear, miming us holding a cell phone. On the flight, we'd put a headset to her ear, and she'd listen for a moment and sometimes grin, and then she was off to the next distraction.
Piper and the Southaven Williams' babies are funny together. They're both bigger than she is, and a little more developed in their play and such, but they're a hoot to watch. Piper wants to eat anything that does not skitter away or bite her back. She's had just about everything that she can eat, minus allergy concern stuff - so no peanut butter or eggs, and no sugary stuff. But she loves fish and bread and chicken and grapes and pineapple and yogurt and bananas. Oh... bananas. Don't let Piper see you with a banana, or if she does, be prepared to defend yourself.
She's got four teeth, and uses them to great effect when attacking food. She's walking pretty well, and I think soon will be running. She's always interested in the dog's water bowl, which we pick up off the ground when she's on the loose, but once or twice, she's gotten to it before we could grab it or her. She's got run of a large portion of the house, which we've baby-proofed.
She thinks that the cat is cool, and occasionally chases her. Zoe (the cat) is largely nonplussed, and either avoids Piper, or simply, gracefully and efficiently extricates herself from the situation. Yazhi and Piper are great buddies, and can often be found begging for food from someone.
One of her somewhat recent developments, just within the last few weeks, is to be more cuddly. Before, she would not "cuddle", but often now, when she's tired, or sometimes just randomly while holding her, she'll stick her thumb in her mouth and lay her head down on your shoulder. Sometimes just for a few seconds, other times, she gets comfortable and might even take a short nap there.
She's mastered waving bye-bye, but doesn't quite get the wave for hello. She gives us the sign for "finished" or "all done", but we still haven't seen her use "hungry" or "food".
I told a few people that what I enjoyed the most about our week in Hawai'i, even more than the weather and the scenery, was spending an entire week with her. Even during sometimes-frustrating plane rides, and occasional fussiness, it was absolutely amazing to spend all day for a week with her. Returning to work on Monday morning, and saying goodbye to her was tough. I've commiserated with a number of coworkers, each time echoing that she's only a baby once, and that its important to make the most and the best of my time with her.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A Story About Poop.
Today we all went out for a bit, did some grocery shopping, and then came home.
Upon our arrival at home, we immediately fed Piper and unloaded groceries.
After feeding Piper, we let her down to have run of the house. This is nothing new, we've child proofed stuff and gated off unsafe stuff. She headed off toward the short hall at the front of the house where her nursery is. I could see her, and I wondered out loud if I'd left her nursery door open. It is (oddly) not childproofed yet, and there's tons of stuff she could get into in there. So I followed after her, and caught her just inside the doorway having a great time pulling burp cloths from their place just inside the door. I began to herd her back into the living area when I noticed in the semi dark, as neither the hall light or the nursery light was on, that there was something on the tile floor. It was something small and roundish and dark in color, it could have been a rock or a small hunk of mud.. or poop. I touched it (yes, folks, when you have a baby, you too will get to touch poop. It is *awesome*), and yes, it was definitely not mud or a rock. It was almost certainly poop, though I had not ruled out cat vomit. My primary concern now was trying to make sure that Piper had not also noticed it and ended up with it in her hands/hair/mouth. No sign of any suspicious substances on her hands or feet or anything. I herded her back to the living area, and went back to clean up the small mess.
Perhaps two minutes later, after I'd washed my hands, and as I was standing in the kitchen, Krissi, who was standing with a clear view down that hallway to the nursery, where Piper was playing again, said "Oh my god, I know where the poop is." I semi-panicked, assuming of course that Piper had discovered the poop motherload, and was in the process of decorating her hands, face, mouth, clothing, walls, etc. "Oh crap, where is it?" I responded, hurrying around the counter. "It's on her." was Krissi's reply.
Folks,
Imagine a chocolate frostee from Wendy's. Imaging taking the lid off of the that frostee and gripping it solidly near the bottom, and then gently squeezing your hand. Getting a mental image?
That's what Piper's diaper was doing. There was shit flowing over the top of the back of her diaper.
Aren't you glad I shared this with you?
We briefly scrambled to change her and her clothes, but then quickly changed gears, and carried her directly to the bathroom, where we stripped her, cleaned off (most of) the poop, and put her into the bathtub, where she was thoroughly washed. Twice.
Upon our arrival at home, we immediately fed Piper and unloaded groceries.
After feeding Piper, we let her down to have run of the house. This is nothing new, we've child proofed stuff and gated off unsafe stuff. She headed off toward the short hall at the front of the house where her nursery is. I could see her, and I wondered out loud if I'd left her nursery door open. It is (oddly) not childproofed yet, and there's tons of stuff she could get into in there. So I followed after her, and caught her just inside the doorway having a great time pulling burp cloths from their place just inside the door. I began to herd her back into the living area when I noticed in the semi dark, as neither the hall light or the nursery light was on, that there was something on the tile floor. It was something small and roundish and dark in color, it could have been a rock or a small hunk of mud.. or poop. I touched it (yes, folks, when you have a baby, you too will get to touch poop. It is *awesome*), and yes, it was definitely not mud or a rock. It was almost certainly poop, though I had not ruled out cat vomit. My primary concern now was trying to make sure that Piper had not also noticed it and ended up with it in her hands/hair/mouth. No sign of any suspicious substances on her hands or feet or anything. I herded her back to the living area, and went back to clean up the small mess.
Perhaps two minutes later, after I'd washed my hands, and as I was standing in the kitchen, Krissi, who was standing with a clear view down that hallway to the nursery, where Piper was playing again, said "Oh my god, I know where the poop is." I semi-panicked, assuming of course that Piper had discovered the poop motherload, and was in the process of decorating her hands, face, mouth, clothing, walls, etc. "Oh crap, where is it?" I responded, hurrying around the counter. "It's on her." was Krissi's reply.
Folks,
Imagine a chocolate frostee from Wendy's. Imaging taking the lid off of the that frostee and gripping it solidly near the bottom, and then gently squeezing your hand. Getting a mental image?
That's what Piper's diaper was doing. There was shit flowing over the top of the back of her diaper.
Aren't you glad I shared this with you?
We briefly scrambled to change her and her clothes, but then quickly changed gears, and carried her directly to the bathroom, where we stripped her, cleaned off (most of) the poop, and put her into the bathtub, where she was thoroughly washed. Twice.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Heeeeeeeeeeeeee'res Johnny!
Model: NIKON D3000
ISO: 200
Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 5.6
Focal Length: 55mm
Flash Used: Yes
Shot on auto
ISO: 200
Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 5.6
Focal Length: 55mm
Flash Used: Yes
Shot on auto
Friday, December 18, 2009
Belief (Another Cart-Before-The-Horse Post)
I don't keep close tabs on who reads this blog, I know a few gaming dudes do, and a few close friends do.
I'm a somewhat hard-core atheist. My parents, though divorced, are both pretty fundamental (southern baptist style) Christians.
For the record, I don't have a problem with Christians, my problems are with some of the more binary and closed minded parts of the faith.
Since I like to think about shit way ahead of time, I've tried to figure out how to approach religion and such with my daughter, and managed to raise more questions than I have answered.
It is worth mentioning that I'm not "out of the closet" to my parents. Maybe they're more clever than I give them credit for, but as best as I can tell, they figure I'm a god-fearing, non-church-going sort of christian. Heck, "Christian" is my middle name - seriously - but that's another story.
So I assume that at some point something is going to give. Either Mom will want to take Piper to church, or something similar. Maybe I'm wrong though - could be that Piper will be three or four years old before she catches wind of religion.
I take a pretty skeptical view of religion, but I try to be pretty tolerant. I figure if you choose to follow a religious path, it is certainly your choice, and I'm not going to knock you for it. At some point, religion is going to come up, and I'm going to have to offer some opinions or explanations or options to a young girl. I don't mind if she goes to church, though I'd plan to go with her. One of my big gripes against the "mainstream christian church" is its dogma, and how binary things are. I'm open to Piper forming her own opinions about things and such, but I will have serious issue with the "heaven or hell" approach.
In fact, we've discussed doing Religion 101 with her... when she becomes aware of religion, helping her to attend a christian service, a muslim service, a buddhist service, etc. I think that religion is a matter of personal choice, and anyone who advertises it differently is dangerous.
So yeah, as an atheist, I'm not opposed to my daughter adopting a faith or religion, but I'll encourage her to apply critical thinking and free thought to it.
And back to the topic of this post: my folks are pretty mainstream Christians. As I said before, they may be more clever than I give them credit for, but I am anticipating some friction from them, especially my mother. She tries to be open minded, but when she hears that her granddaughter is being raised by atheists, I wonder how her evangelical-ism will play out - whether she'll be able to respect people's opinions and philosophies, or whether we'll have a blow-up of sorts.
That's all I've got.
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