Wherever I am now, basically, I smell baby poop, actual or not.
Sa-WEET.
Wherever I am now, basically, I smell baby poop, actual or not.
Sa-WEET.
It all started in Costa Rica actually. It was hot at Gil and Julia’s wedding, so I started giving him water out of the cap. Its been nonstop ever since.






It popped today! Lower left (his) of the bottom middle two. Yay!
Teeth popping actually not a photographicable event– need to wait for a little more growth before its interesting to anyone else.
That said, thought everyone should know!
Its unfathomable to me (yet at the same time very much a reality) that Ari is already 8 months old. In some ways it feels like he’s always been a part of our lives (he is an old soul you know), yet in so many others, he’s just a baby growing up so so fast! I mean, we’re two thirds of the way to a year and that’s just CRAZY.
As I think we probably document sufficiently, though not as much as some might like (the grandparents!), Ari is doing great. He’s hitting all his milestones, some early like crawling, some late like teeth (none yet), and smiling nearly all the time. His latest is putting his arms up or out to be held, which he did last night to Roy for the first time, promptly making him tear up. Very sweet stuff.
As for us, we are just delighted. By our son, by each other, the whole bit. We’ve gotten really good at making sure we each get enough “me” time, and are now fine-tuning to make sure we get enough “we” time– with and without Ari. Its amazing to see how much he thrives, and how excited he gets when all three of us are together. He literally does a little dance with his arms (kind of like Roy’s dancing, actually).
Happy Birthday my little Meatball! Drooly McDroolsky! Pook-a-dukes!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!
Ari and I went to lunch with my friend Karen and her son Aiden today. I’m fascinated by hanging out with kids a little bit older than Ari (Aiden turns 1 in a couple of weeks)— kind of like playing a sport with better players, it really encourages him to up his game a bit. They were cracking me up, and I was not alone.






I mean, don’t they kind of look like men? Shouldn’t there be a New York Times somewhere?
As most of you know, Ari’s been all fours for some time. I’ve said he’s crawling, though its not quite that. He is definitely mobile though, and somehow already experimenting with pulling himself up– which leads me to believe this is probably crawling for him.
Postscript: Babyproofing appointment next Thursday
I have a real fondness for Yahtzee. (I have so many amazing memories of playing it with my grandparents, especially on rainy days at our lake house in northern Wisconsin. It was my entry level drug to the more advanced dice game GREED, as well as BlackJack and Poker.)
Until this weekend, I kind of thought everyone felt this way. I was delighted to find the game in the cabinet of our beach house, and immediately summoned the group for a game. Turns out only the Midwestern girls know about Yahtzee. Our esteemed husbands were skeptical about a game “lacking in strategy” but it didn’t take long for them to get into it.
In the meanwhile, Elizabeth and I made the requisite arguments about it helping to teach kids how to count, good sportsmanship, etc. Whilst Oscar, Elizabeth’s 2-year-old got into the rolling of dice, Ari was just interested in chomping on the paper.




One thing at a time.
People are always asking us (or telling us) who Ari looks like, I think particularly since we live so far away from our families and many of our friends.
I thought it might be fun to pull out some pictures of Roy and me at Ari’s age. Top two are me, bottom two Roy.




I’ve gotta say– as much as I think Ari looks like his own person– he looks a lot like both of us. Mostly me, but those eyebrows and the stinky face are all Roy.
Also, in the future, I think it would probably be easier/more fair to do these on birthdays– easier date stamp. Note to self.
So Roy and I are on a new kick: road trips once a month. Being the planning-types that we are, we need the discipline of a quota to get out and about.
This weekend we went to Santa Cruz, and invited along some friends. It was not for my birthday (I’m not so big on big parties), but I did request the location and friends for my birthday. Here are the pics (also with a couple of non-Santa Cruz shots):
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| Spring 2009, including New York and Santa Cruz |
I have to say, there is nothing I can really imagine being better than a huge, awesome house on the beach (exactly as I would decorate it, fully stocked including a fire pole and costumes in the kids room, and LABELS on the linen closet shelves– inspired!) filled with people I care about. Also, for the first time in my share house memory at least, we barely drank– I came home with more alcohol than we left with. Also, we exercised, we played and were in bed by 10pm every night. BLISS.
Thanks everyone.