Winterhaven

How is it that I have lived in Tucson for going on 5 years and it wasn't until this year that I managed to make it to the spectacle that is Winterhaven? All I have to say is thank goodness for children as the motivators to do cheesy holiday stuff because, with Evie as an excuse, I am having a ball this Christmas!

Last night we celebrated the Solstice by going out to dinner with the Erickson clan and then traipsing around Winterhaven. It has to be the most ridiculous (and I mean that in the best way) display of holiday spirit I have ever seen. For those of you who don't know, Winterhaven is a neighborhood in Tucson where every Christmas the whole place is shut down to cars and the people go absolutely nutso with the house decorations. It is such an event that there are even hay and trolley rides through the neighborhood. There were many unique houses but here are my top four: the house completely re-made to look like a gingerbread house, the house with so many lights it looked like it was daytime (on the picture posted here), the house with the phenomenal two story high AIDS ribbon and one story high words HOPE and the house with the timed bellagio style water and lights show. And, because we are just that cool... or rather because our nanny Nicole is just that cool, we got a behind the scenes tour of the water spectacular show house because she is a friend of a friend who lives there. (And we were lucky enough to spot her car as they drove in...)

You would not believe what this guy goes through to put together this house... he starts in September and programs into a computer program a 12 song show with water fountains and lights. He said last night that every song takes him about six hours to put together. It definitely goes down as my favorite random hobby of the year!

For those of you who do not live in Tucson y'all are welcome to come and stay with us sometime and witness this event...they really should put it in that one million things to do before you die book....unbelievable :)

More pictures from Grandma Nicole

Here are the pictures from Grandma Nicole's visit!

Grandma Nicole!

This week Evie had a fabulous treat! Her Grandma came all the way out from Baltimore just to hang out with her all week. They were very busy, lots of trips to the park and library especially. Nicole took some super cute pictures of Genevieve that I will post as soon as I get my little hands on them :)

On Nicole's last night here (she actually left later that night) we all went out to Zoo Lights at the Reid Park Zoo. Evie's favorite part was definitely the mariachi band. She danced and jumped and squealed to the band along with a couple other enthusiastic kids... very cute.


My favorite (or I thought it would be my favorite) was taking Evie to visit Santa. As we waited in line we totally prepped her for the experience, explaining how it would all go... rehearsing her line, "I would like a doll, please Santa." She had it down pat and seemed ready for her debut but then, I am sad to say, got cold feet when it came time to preform. Not only did she not manage to get out her very important request but she also was too scared to even sit on the big guys lap. Worry ye not though we still have a picture of the whole event. Oh yes, a great photo op of Santa and I smiling nice and big for the camera and Evie looking down at her shoes and trying to get a candy cane open... ahh Christmas memories.

Mmmm Cookies...

This blog is dedicated to my dear far-flung friend Annie.... making Christmas cookies without you just wasn't quite the same! Next year we will have to send you some seeing how you have an address again and all :)

On a whim this past week I decided to put out a call to cookie arms to a few friends of mine. My call was answered in droves and as a result we had quite the army of cookie makers in our kitchen this morning (over 10 people!).

Now I am not an experienced cookie maker... when I did this in the past Annie did all of the heavy lifting, i.e., the cookie dough prep and cooking. Lucky for me though the cookie making brigade was quite accomplished and helped me through my first Christmas cookie baking extravaganza. Bridget came armed with her baker's knowledge (and managed to rescue some really sad sugar cookies that I had prepped earlier in the morning... last time I try a cooking light recipe), Alicia came armed with aprons and chefs hats as well as a million cookie cutters, and Rachel came armed with much needed cookie sheets (you don't even want to see the state of mine) and even more cookie cutters.

The kids (not to mention my kitchen) got all messy and quite a bit of dough and icing (the best two parts of this endeavor) were eaten by all. Three cheers for cookies!

Santa!

So every year Patrick's work has a little shindig complete with an appearance by Santa... who arrives on his Harley. Now I have always known somewhere in my heart of hearts that the whole joy of Christmas (Santa included) is one of the reasons I wanted kids... let me just tell ya today's encounter with the big red suited guy just confirmed all my suspicions.


I went down to Patrick's office around 4 pm and Nicole and Riley came too. We hung out for a bit eating the good food when a bunch of the older kids decided they needed to wait outside for Santa. Evie, Riley, Nicole, Patrick and I decided to join them. About 2 minutes later we heard the roar of a motorcycle and the kids went nuts... then up pulls Santa, blaring Feliz Navidad on his stereo and complete with a toy sack on his Hog.

He then goes inside and proceeds to pass out the goodies... taking each kid on his lap and helping them unwrap their present. Now Evie wasn't scared of him per se but she still wasn't keen to sit on his lap at first. He gave both girls fancy toy riding horses (a pretty dangerous gift in a place with glass tables... Santa...) As he passed out the other gifts Evie got used to him and then finally after about 20 minutes decided it was OK to sit on his lap for a (brief) photo op. Then after all the presents were passed out and the pictures were taken, Santa hopped back on his ride, pumped up the tunes and rode off to a gaggle of kids jumping and waving... I swear it almost brought a tear to my eye...Partially because it was touching and partially because it was the most ridiculous, awesome event I have witnessed in a long time...

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Just added this widget to the site... a great resource for all you Santas out there!

Pre-school musical

Lately my life feels a little like a musical. At any given moment, particularly the emotionally charged ones, you can catch us breaking into song. Is Evie refusing to put on her diaper again… well then better sing the one foot, two foot all feet in the diaper song. Or perhaps she is utterly thrilled about going out for a walk, then she will burst in to the cactus song (to the tune of row, row, row your boat and with the only lyric being the words cactus and row). All this singing has made me nostalgic for the last musical I was a part of… so as homage to days gone by:

What good is sitting alone in your crib?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Jamboree, small one,
Come to the Jamboree.

Wipe off the frown
The glare and the scowl.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Jamboree, small one,
Come to the Jamboree.

Come taste the juice,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your whistle,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your sippy cup’s waiting

No use permitting
some cleaning of room
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Jamboree, small one,
Come to the Jamboree.

I used to have a dolly
known as Joliet
With whom I shared
Many hours on the toilet

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing rose...
As a matter of fact
She wore no clothes.

The day she got stuck in the mud
My parents came to scoff:
"Well, that’s what comes
from too much playing with your shoes off."

But when I saw her wash up pretty like a Queen
She was the happiest...dolly...
I'd ever seen.

I think of Joliet to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in your crib?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Jamboree, small one,
Come to the Jamboree."

And as for me,
I made up my mind back on the toilet,
When I go, I'm going like Joliet.

Start by admitting
From dawn to dusk
Isn't that long a day.
Life is a Jamboree, small one,
Only a Jamboree, small one,
And I love a Jamboree!

Thanksgiving

Hooray for Turkey day! This Thanksgiving we stayed close to home and had our dinner at Uncle Bob and Aunt Lisa's house. My folks, Brendon and his girlfriend Claudia came down from Phoenix and have been staying with us too. For most of the afternoon Patrick and I were able to socialize because my cousin Melissa did a fabulous job of being the baby tender, she even set up a special kids table for the two of them!

Deceit

OK I have a confession to make. I really thought that I would not be one of those parents but here I am, only 20 months into this adventure, and alas I am one of those people. I have used, now mind you only once or twice, the power of deceit to get my way with my daughter. I recognize that it will likely not be the last time but I tell you what I feel pretty terrible about it and may just have to buy Evie an extra doll or something for Christmas to assuage my guilt (Oh my gawd that’s why our parents bought us such nice things for Christmas every year… it was because of the lies!)

Most nights in recent memory Evie has gone to bed without incident, i.e., no crying. In the past week however she has been on the verge, a whimper here and there, and so I have tried to come up with ways to ease her into bed. One trick I have found that works really well is to put her in bed and then ask her if she wants anything… give her a little sense of control over the whole situation. For quite awhile this was an easy solution, she would ask for a teddy bear one night, a book the next or maybe an extra blanket. Then last week it escalated to a request for crackers.

Crackers may seem pretty innocuous to you but the problem is that I have to leave the room and come back for crackers. Not to mention the fact that then I would have to stand there while she sucked on her cracker to make sure she has eaten it so I don’t worry that she might choke (ok so that is a little paranoid). Leaving the room that first time to get the cracker works out OK, she just lays down and waits for me to come back. But leaving after the cracker ends in either a total meltdown or a request escalation to milk or cheese or cookies.

So here is where the deceit comes in…. now when she asks for a cracker and lays down I say OK, leave, and then DON’T COME BACK. The worst part about it is that she just lays down and falls asleep, lonely in her crib sure that eventually… I …will… come …with…. a …cracker. I leave and immediately worry that I am being cruel to my child. How can I possibly live with such lies and duplicity! Needless to say I did this two nights in a row and haven’t been able to use this tactic since…. it is just too terrible.

At the desert museum

Monique, Gerry, Vivian and Dylan left on Thursday. It was sure great to have them stay with us! We may not have been able to orchestrate a baby portrait shoot but we did manage to get some cute photos of them in their matching outfits while at the desert museum....

More pics

Even with the two toddlers we have been busy! Baths were taken, All Souls Parades were attended and even a garden was built!!

Adventures in photography

As a parent life is rarely dull, and when it is you get very nervous because chances are trouble is afoot. Ever since Evie became a biped it has been difficult to corral her, but we have managed OK. Add another toddler to the equation and all semblance of control is decidedly lost. You would think that I would know this already having witnessed Evie with her friends on many occasions. Or, perhaps, I am just an eternal optimist. Whatever the case my naïveté was the source of the most ridiculous almost photo shoot I have ever witnessed.

It all began a few days ago when Vivian and I had the idea to get Evie and Dylan matching outfits and take them to Sears to get portraits taken. I had these great romantic ideas of the two of them sitting on a fake pony, donning big smiles and having a grand old time. With these visions in mind we took them to Old Navy yesterday and immediately found them the cutest little outfits. (mostly on sale even!) The first critical step in the process was easily accomplished surely set the stage for what would be a fabulous photo shoot….

Take one. With their new outfits on we confidently strode into the portrait studio and waited for the photographer to work her magic. When the photographer’s first request was to sit two 19 month olds back to back with no props it became clear that we would have to rely on our own artifice to get the babes even to sit still, let alone take a picture. Oh how we tried. Genevieve would sit down on the cross like told only to have Dylan run from the studio. Then we would get Dylan back in the studio sitting pretty only to have Evie decide that she had experienced enough, proclaim “all done” and leave the room. We tried a fake rock, which both Evie and Dylan enjoyed, but like hell they were going to sit on it together. Then we did a fake rock and a red block… which would have resulted in funny pictures anyway… but that didn’t do it either. After about 15 minutes of trying it became clear that we needed to send out for reinforcements.

Take two. With Evie on my back I ran out of the Sears and into the mall to buy some lollipops. The only candy store nearby was a See’s so I had to buy them vanilla chocolate pops. Then on my way back to Sears I saw a toy store so thinking I would hedge my bets I bought a car for Dylan and a doll for Evie. Complimenting myself for my thoroughness, and cursing myself for enforcing gender stereotypes, I rushed back to the portrait studio. Lollipops in hand we sat them down on the white photo sheet again. The lollipops did the trick for about 10 seconds at which point they both stood up and started roaming around again, but this time their cute little faces were enhanced by white drool. Giving them their toys didn’t help much either… a 1.5 year old just doesn’t get the concept of you do this and I’ll give you that. Bribery is clearly an unrefined skill in both of them. Fifteen minutes and three-fourths of a lollipop later we were all exhausted, admitted defeat and went home.

Mommy myth number 453: Photographing two toddlers together is an easy and fun way to preserve cherished memories.

Dirt versus Dirty

Its a full house these days. Patrick's dad, step-mom, sister and nephew are visiting us for the week and man are we having fun! Of course the principal form of entertainment is watching the kids play. We discovered pretty quickly that Dylan and Evie are two very different birds. Evie is all about dirt and Dylan is all about letting you know when something is dirty.

On their first day together Evie was in the backyard filling up a cup of dirt (pretty normal routine for her) while Dylan played with his trucks. After a bit it was time to come inside for a snack, so Evie picked up her dirt cup and headed for the house. Dylan caught her trying to sneak the dirt in the house... pointed at the cup, said "dirt"and wouldn't let her inside.


Then on Saturday Vivian and I went out to get massages and left the kids with Patrick, Monique and Gerry. When we get home Gerry shows me a video of Evie wallowing in a mud pit that Patrick made for her. The next video is of Patrick trying to get Dylan to even put his finger in the mud. The whole time Dylan is giving Patrick this look like "why would anyone want to do such a thing?"

More tales to come as the week goes on...

Vote or COLOR?

Before dawn, which isn't saying much given the season, the whole family woke up to head to the polls... I know being in Arizona our vote for Obama probably did not mean much on a grander scale, but heck if it wasn't important to us. Patrick, Evie and I showed up at the polls at 6:04 am to quite the line... over 1/2 hour, which of course started to irritate my passenger. The line, however, turned out not to be nearly so irritating as mommy "coloring," aka filling in my ballot, and not letting Evie color too. As I filled out my ballot Evie kept shouting "COLOR... MOMMY.... COLOR" Ignoring the snickers around me I quickly filled out my ballot and then hastily vacated the voting place. For her mildly good behavior we rewarded our baby girl with a banana and milk at Starbucks while we drank our free coffee... All told it was an awesome and (given the result) inspiring election day!

Dirt and Halloween

Evie's second Halloween was a whole lot of fun! It actually started last Saturday with a neighborhood park party (and mini parade) with treats and a pumpkin raffle (which was really more like a pumpkin pick out... every kid went home with one :) As you can see Evie is a dragon this year, complete with sparkles on her shoes so everyone knows she is a girl dragon.



Last weekend was fun of course but the main event was last night! My parents came down from Phoenix for the festivities and mom and I took Evie trick or treating while Patrick and Dad held down the fort. Evie managed to make it all the way around the block (with some help from Nana and Mom... we made our dragon "fly" occasionally). When we arrived back at home Papa and Dad were hanging out on the front porch, drinking some adult juice and passing out candy. While we were out trick or treating they both decided to get into costumes... Dad was a devil and Patrick apparently was a pirate... with a georgetown shirt and elephant on his shoulder....


Evie thought trick or treating was pretty cool but much more interesting to her was a chance to get out into the front yard and explore some new dirt. Both last weekend and last night she was far more interested in soils than sweets. We kept having to urge her down the street because, it being Arizona after all, every new house had a different sort of rock or sand in the front yard. I think next year I am going to dress her as a farmer so when she gets covered in dirt it will just enhance her costume!

Go Cats!

Whew this past weekend was full of fun! On Friday night I went out with Rachel and Bridget to see Dar Williams. It is so much fun to get out and about with friends... something about having a toddler at home makes you appreciate going out all the more.

We went out again on Saturday night to the homecoming football game at U of A. Patrick's firm has a sky box so it was football deluxe. (See anyone familiar on that mural?) Evie got all dressed up for the game and we even got her to cheer "Go Cats" by the time the whole thing was through. This of course means she is totally prepared to hang out and watch the UofA vs ASU game in another month or so... The night was, however, a pretty long for her (past 11 pm by the time we got home) and she passed out in the ergo around 9 pm and slept the rest of the game and the whole walk home. One of the security guards thought it was so cute he insisted on taking a picture....

Potty

(In case she ever wants to run for public office I have censored the private parts...)


How does a parent know when their toddler is ready to take the leap toward modern plumbing? I originally thought that this, like ohh so many other stages in Genevieve’s life would be self explanatory. I have come to realize over the last week or so that it is not as easy as one who already knows how to use the facilities would think it is.

It would seem that Evie is ready for the world of panties; yet she can’t quite put it all together right. One of her favorite activities in the past week or so has been to strip down naked and go sit on the little baby toilet that Gerard and Monique gave us many, many moons (haha) ago. Now she will sit on that seat for upwards of twenty minutes but naught will come of it, except of course for her saying over and over and over again… Go pee pee? In fact, last Friday I hung out with her for about a half an hour while she sat on the baby toilet and even drank water to no avail (Except of course unless you count her spilling water into the toilet and saying “Look mommy pee pee”)

I am usually a low-tech mom but I am seriously considering this new fangled device that my Mom was recently telling us about. Apparently the wonders of microchips have come to a diaper near you… in the form of a wetness sensor. The idea is that as soon as the kid starts to pee you hear a tinkle and know that she (or he) needs to get to the pot ASAP. According to some study this is one of the most surefire ways to get the babe out of the diapers and into the world of underpants. Given that this seems to be the critical connection that Evie is missing I think we may just have to give it a whirl… I’ll let you know how it works out…. In the meantime Evie is requesting any back issues of baby-life or wild animal baby that you may have laying around because she is running out of good mags to read while indisposed.

Greetings

Coming into our house these days is a little like entering a foreign land. With Genevieve around we have adopted all sorts of strange customs: hermetically sealed toilet seats, cabinets with nothing in them and chairs inexplicably on their sides or facing walls. Though strange, these customs are not nearly so daunting as the language of our land… Evienglish. Now Evienglish resembles your standard English in many respects, it is just pronounced a little odd in patches and has a tendency to take phrases and turn them into one gargantuan word. Although quite well versed in Evienglish even her fellow citizens (i.e., Mom and Dad) sometimes have a bit of a communication gap.

For example, earlier this week as I was putting Genevieve to sleep she stopped me from reading her story, gave me a very serious look and then grabbed my hand and said “gaicetoeatyou mommy” I gave her a puzzled look and then she emphatically did this again, shaking my hand and saying “gaicetoeatyou mommy”. Then, frustrated with me, Evie walked to the door and said “gaicetoeatyou daddy?” so I let her out the door to see her dad. Who, being a better Evienglish interpreter than I, shook her hand and said “Nice to meet you too, Evie.” Ohh of course! Silly mommy, the handshake should have been a dead give away!


Now the key to Evienglish acquisition is repeat, repeat and repeat. So, like any new phrase Genevieve is not happy just to “meet you” once. Oh no, she meets just about all of us about three or four times a day now. And let me tell ya, meeting people is pretty exciting. So exciting that she will even jump up and down as she shakes your hand (thus the blurry photos). But really why just meet people? Shouldn’t dogs and cats be met as well? Genevieve, being an equal opportunity meeter, also frequently goes up to Kita and Whiskers to shake their paws and say “Nice to meet you Kita”. Whiskers, being the more tolerant of the two, bears the brunt of the pleasantries…. Occasionally getting not just his front paws but back paws shook too.

So there you have it, your Evienglish lesson, not to mention a bit of insight into one of our customs, for the week.

At the zoo...

Last weekend Genevieve and I went up to Scottsdale while Patrick attended a conference there. We were going to spend time at the swanky hotel with him but ended up chillin' with my folks at their own swanky house... just as nice as any Scottsdale hotel. The highlight was taking Evie to the Phoenix Zoo. We only saw a small part of it, but what we saw was pretty darn cool... it certainly made our little Reid Park Zoo look provincial. My personal favorite was the wallabies. Evie's personal favorite was the wild and wet cave play area.

Genevieve M. Lacroix

Genevieve Marie Lacroix - age 18 months
Home - Tucson, AZ
Height - 33 inches
Weight - 23 lbs 1 oz
Teeth - 11
Bedtime - between 7:30 and 8:00
Naps - One a day, about 3 hours
Favorite place - outside
Favorite phrase(s) - I don't know and Get up Mommy (or Daddy)
Favorite color - green (or at least I assume so because every time I ask her what color something is she says green)
Favorite song - tie between the Barney song and Row, Row, Row your boat
Favorite object - tie between her green and white blankie and her stuffed "buddy"
Favorite activities - feeding chickens, drawing and going to the playground
Favorite foods - bananas (must have one every morning), eggplant (good to gnaw on raw), cheese and pita bread
Favorite snack - "scooby snacks" (no we aren't giving her pot brownies... Riley has gummy snacks called scooby snacks and as a result Evie calls breakfast bars, ice cream and fruit leathers scooby snacks.)
Favorite animal - tie between the kitty (meow, meow) and the horsey (neigh, neigh)
Favorite reptile - gecko (particularly the ones that inhabit our screens every night)
Favorite way to get around - running or (if she must be helped) her big stroller
Favorite shoes - blue crocs (she even calls them by name)
Favorite pet - Whiskey (meow, meow)
Favorite friend - Riley
Least favorite number - 5 (she can count to eight but always skips the number five... I think it must be hard to say)
Least favorite activity - brushing teeth
Least favorite food - green peppers
Least favorite word - "No" but only when that no comes from someone other than her.
Activity most recently outgrown - Bedtime songs... she now just asks for bed "Get in bed?" after her last story each night.

New chickens!

So this is our week to take care of the alleyway chickens... because we are a new addition to the bunch there was a need to get a few new hens so that everyone has enough eggs. We tried to hatch some under a broody hen but that didn't work out so well, so on Tuesday when I was at the feed store picking up chicken food I also picked up two new chicks... it was a lot of fun! Probably the most amusing part for me was that I was driving the S2000, so I felt just a little silly parking the yellow sports car between the big trucks in the feed store parking lot and then driving home (with the top down of course) with two squeaking little chicks in the car... I kept singing in my head "one of these kids is doing her own thing..." Anyway here are some picture of the whole chicken crew and the newest additions... an Aracuana and a Red Sussex . I must admit I picked the hens based on the fact that they both had furry (or tufted if you want to get technical... I think) legs. I tell you one thing for sure though; Genevieve loves her chickens, or as I call them, her "girls".

Weather

There are many advantages to having a toddler; you get an opportunity to laugh a whole heck of a lot more than you used to, you become more aware of things like leaves and lizards and you (usually) are able to sleep more than when that same toddler was a newborn. Now that Genevieve is no longer such a total newbie to this world I am also discovering that, like so many other things, with the good also comes the, well, not so good. Frequently that infectious laughter is followed (all too quickly) by a frustrated wail and the wonder of a sharp pointy stick swiftly becomes a bellow of rage when said stick is removed from a certain little girls hands because we don’t want to make that first trip to the emergency room just yet.

So our quest these past few weeks has been to try to navigate our way, to the best of our ability, through the daily toddler storm that inevitably blows through our house. My father taught me well… when going out for a hike, or any such outdoor experience, one must prepare and pack for all weather. You know, have a rain coat in case of rain, sunscreen in case of sun… that sort of stuff. So Patrick and I decided that our first step into this maelstrom would be to pack our parent bags with the necessary tools, aka the house rules. This way we can make our way through the storms and enjoy the sun more ☺ Here are the top four:

Rule No 1: Food (and sleep) is the stuff of life, aka feed Genevieve when she is hungry and let her sleep when she is tired. Seems like a no brainer but hey ignore this rule at your own peril.
Rule No 2: “Look, over there, a ____,” aka, beat back the impending doom with a little harmless distraction. “Ohh sweetie instead of that large, dangerous metal object you just found why don’t you play with this awesome mud instead.”
Rule No 3: Ignorance is bliss. Sometimes it just works better to pretend you didn’t hear the blood-curdling scream that just escaped Evie’s lips… even if it broke your glass.
Rule No 4: Know when to act. Although most of our “discipline” is really pretty weenie we have established a few actions that absolutely deserve a reaction… at the top of this list right now is biting… that bad boy gets the 18 month old version of a time out.



Thankfully even with all these rules and micro-bursts we are still able to have a whole lot of fun. This past weekend was no exception!! On Friday we took off for Ben and Annie’s place in Nutrioso and hung out there all weekend with the Wallace-Ilkas and the Ericksons. There was a great hike up Escudilla, lots of kid running, some mean horseshoe games and a fabulous pony keg of Four Peaks beer ahh life is good!

Drought..

Sorry for the blog drought... Two weekends ago I spent the whole weekend (Friday through Sunday) at a meditation retreat at the Tucson Shambhala Center... awesome (not to mention intense) experience both for me and for Patrick who was on sole baby duty the whole weekend :)



Last week was Maxine's first birthday at our favorite (and very frequented) park. Then this weekend Evie had another swim lesson. This time the swim instructor actually put her head under.... I was totally prepared for a meltdown but man is our little girl tough! I won't say she enjoyed it but she certainly rolled with it and didn't even cry!

This weekend was also my mamma's bookclub, which started out as just Bridget and I (even Edie was asleep) but soon grew to Erin and Santiago too. Evie was pretty funny with the other kids (both of which are about 6 months younger than her) calling them baby and saying things like "no baby" when they would come near a toy she was playing with... yes our dear girl has gone from darling to devil-I-won't-share child in only two months.

That's all the time I have for now... this next weekend we are celebrating Ben's birthday and having an Octoberfest as a final hurrah before Annie, Ben and Maxine pack it up and move to Ethiopia so stay tuned for much crazy babyage :P

A week of firsts...

Well we haven't had one of these in a long time but Genevieve has had an amazing week of "firsts" these past seven days or so. Now these are not quite as cool as holding up her head on her own or even walking but they are important nonetheless :)

The week of firsts began with our (so really it is a familial first) first week of taking care of the chickens as part of the alleyway chicken coop we have joined. Evie loves her girls and every morning and evening was raring to go as soon as we uttered the chicken word. The firsts kept rolling in when on Thursday night she was in her first parade, holding a purple balloon that said 2007 on it, for the opening ceremonies of the American Association of Birth Center's annual meeting. We paraded in to the tunes of her very first maraiachi band... man did that girl clap up a storm for those marachi kids!

The first, "first" of Saturday was not so appreciated by the babe... her first swimming lesson. I am sad to say that she cried for most of the time, the notable exception being the part where we blew bubbles in the water. Then on Saturday night, continuing the Latino firsts theme, we impromptu went to our neighbor's son's birthday in their backyard and Evie got to take her first swing at a pinata. Then, and this is perhaps the most exciting first of the weekend, Evie had her very first tootsie roll straight from the pinata...ohh yeah.

Finally on Sunday she went to her first little kid birthday party to celebrate Zev turning one! She played in the sandbox, hit a couple of shots of croquet and wore a birthday hat (and of course ate a little cake) All in all it was a fun filled first-type fiesta all week long!

Beetles and more

Last Friday we (Patrick, Evie, Kita, Quanook and I) loaded up the car and headed up to the Blue for a nice long weekend. We met up with my Aunt Betty and Uncle Jim for one night at the cabin... played a couple of mean games of scrabble (got my butt uber kicked... but Patrick actually got a scrabble just like the pros!) and then spent the rest of the weekend by ourselves. Uncharacteristically we went to a few parties... but most of the time we were cuddled up in the cabin because man did it rain!

Over the course of the weekend I was continually amazed at all of the random words Genevieve knows. On Saturday morning Betty found a cool beetle and showed it to her and without prompting Evie said "beetle" I have no idea where she learned that! (Although my best guess is her Wild Animal Baby magazines that Oma Monique bought for her). Then later that day we were walking to the stream and she picks up a pine cone, hands it to me and says "pine cone". What a random set of words she has learned!

The other big event of the weekend was that we finally went to see the Ilka cabin in Nutrioso. What an amazing pad they have there!!



Anyway we got back pretty late last night and there is a mean stomach bug moving its way through our family (I was the first to fall and am happy to say I survived) so that's all for now!

Haircut and other excitement

A quick update while Evie and Patrick are in the bath....


While my parents are in Switzerland we are watching their awesome dog (aka my littlest brother) Quanook (sp?!). I promised Mom I'd post some pictures of the pup so that she would know he is okey dokey while they are away.

In other news we finally gave in a cut bangs for Evie... I think they suit her well....

Finally, and possibly most exciting is Genevieve's new kitchen area! We went to Ikea this weekend for bookshelves and came home with all sorts of exciting Evie things, but the most exciting is the table and chairs! They fit perfectly with the super awesome baby stove that I bought last Friday for her. Its great, we now can get her to stay in the kitchen with us for at least 10 minutes at a time :)

Anxiety

It lurks in the corners of all baby’s psyches. It is dark, dreaded and decidedly disruptive. No, it is not the boogieman, at least not so far as I can tell. Oh no, this monster of late is of the separation-anxiety genus, a little beast I call Mommoth. The Mommoth is a fearful creature, able only to keep her terribly tragic tears at bay when Mommy is near. Should the Mommy leave the Mommoth erupts in to a fit of howls loud and persistent enough to break even the most stone-cold heart. Poor Mommoth, her request seems so simple to her, Mommy must, at all times, be by her side. (Except of course when the Mommoth is totally occupied with something soo fun as to not matter what company she keeps… but that is totally beside the point) Why is it, the Mommoth wonders, must the Mommy sometimes go? Because the Mommoth knows, just knows, that the Mommy shall never return and then who, I ask you who, will read Pajama Time to her?!

Our little Evie Mommoth had a particularly hard week this week. So bad that on Wednesday I received a call at work from Nicole saying that Genevieve had just spent the last hour standing at the door, weeping and saying Mommy. I had no idea how to help our little distressed Mommoth… so I thought maybe talking to her would aid her in her sorrow. Ohh ho not so, this just angered the poor Mommoth even more! After she got off the phone she redoubled her wailing and cast the Evil Phone That Just Pretends to be Mommy aside. In the end, the only thing that put her back in the happy camp was for Nicole to fill up her baby pool and let her go for a swim (just about one of the best activities ever, enough to brighten any cloudy day).

And just think only a few months ago I found myself wishing and hoping that she would utter just one single mommy for her Mommy. I guess the old adage is true. Be careful what you wish for...