Friday, September 2, 2011

New York boy meets the Midwest

Here we are at 3 months old! It's all about the hands. Ferris's hands have now explored their way down to his little feet and he spends a lot of time practicing his happy baby pose. He has also started sucking on his two middle fingers, just the way I did as a wee one. How can a baby possibly sleep with such interesting distractions?! At night, he smiles while we tuck his arms in the swaddle and say "Good night, hanny! Good night, other hanny!" The word "hanny" has somehow become the most endearing word I know.
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While setting up the camera, slight malfunction of the baby!
Ferris's other obsession is trees. For those skeptics who don't know Manhattan (dad!), YES, we have trees here! He peers up and his eyebrows crunch with curiosity as he examines tree after tree. It's so amazing to think that one day his brain will fill with complex thoughts that run the range of human experience, but for now, it's simply, "TREE! TREE! TREE!"

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Ferris recently added 2 additional states to his list when we went to the midwest to show him off and attend a wedding. We have had excellent timing, since we missed the huge snowstorm last year and Hurricane Irene this year. On top of it, a well-timed yawn!
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While in Iowa, we visited Nick's 89 year old grandpa and were able to capture 4 generations of Caligiuri men together.
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Ferris also met his little big cousin Zoey! Here is an updated version of this double belly shot at 8 months and 4 months pregnant!
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Our little family at the wedding.
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It wouldn't be Iowa without the barn reststop! You'll notice that Ferris always finds it impossible to look toward the camera while I'm holding him.
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There is only one man who can possibly describe how it feels to be smothered in so many hugs and kisses in such a short time. That man, of course, is Ludacris.


 Tuesday was my first day back at work and yesterday was his first day at "school." As you can see, he's ready for our daily commute together with his mini MetroCard! And now we move on to a new stage in our lives, one that includes a baby as a part of our "normal" day.

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Monday, August 22, 2011

New England Road Trip

At long last, a travel post! (Which some of you may remember, is what we wrote about on this blog before Ferris hijacked it!)

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Travel journal, coming out of hibernation

We hit up a grand total of 6 states on our trip: New York (of course), Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. This means that little Ferris has been to more than 10% of the country already!

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Our first stop was Rhode Island, where we stopped at the Culinary Arts Museum. The Museum had a bunch of interesting and crazy things, but our personal favorite was the unlimited free Skee Ball machine. In New Hampshire, I stopped for a tour of the Zimmerman Frank Lloyd Wright house, which was fascinating. I wandered around the house with little protective booties covering my shoes while Nick and Ferris went on a little drive around town since NO KIDS ALLOWED! We have a kid!

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At long last, we reached Maine, which was our ultimate destination. We hung out in Portland, took a ferry to Peak's Island, walked around Kennebunkport (where the Bush family has an estate!) and went to an art fair.

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Portland Head Light

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Houses around Peak's Island and Kennebunkport
One night we went out for a nice dinner in Portland and ordered the lobster diavolo for two - it's a big skillet filled with lobster, clams, mussels, calamari and pasta. Ferris woke up halfway through and started to fuss. Nick, in his infinite wisdom, picked up a huge lobster claw and put it in front of his face, "HI, Ferris, I'm going to EAT YOU!" Maybe it was because I was making a rare journey through a bottle of wine, but it was hysterical. We had the tables around us laughing, smiling, and telling how great it was that we were getting out with our baby, so of course, we ate up the compliments with the diavolo.

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Lobster roll, Del's Lemonade, salt water taffy, whoopie pie
We spent our last full day in Kennebunkport, where we finally got to a beach and Ferris stuck his tiny toes in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time. (Also the first time I ate 3 lobster rolls in a single day!) On the drive over, Ferris had a wee bit of an accident, so we walked around this charming town looking for a store that sold baby clothes and making up funny songs about F meeting the elder Bush with shit on his koalas. We not only found a onesie, but also a rad hat that makes people think he's a girl.

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A few more close ups of his dork ass hat.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Things that make me laugh

Ferris's faces....

Whenever I walk out of a room lately, I return to this focused look. Eyes crossed, lips pouty, fists discovered and on the verge of being understood.

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What? Why? Mine?
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I just realized my shirt says "hug me"... am I gonna get beat up?

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Enough with the pictures, woman!
Our naughty kitten...

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My fool husband...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Illusions

Our Ferris is two months old.
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Which means two months ago...
THIS
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photo by Melanie Rose
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photo by Melanie Rose
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photo by Melanie Rose
And two months before that....
THIS
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photos by Melanie Rose

AND NOW ...
Ferris is already so much stronger and interactive than the baby we just brought home (2 short months ago!) At his checkup our pediatrician exclaimed, "See how high he holds his head up? That's a 4 month move!" 
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Ferris will have to get used to the weight of his big brain!
I'm in the minority of moms, but I loved the first month- the month his nights were days and days were nights, the month he squinted in confusion at his aliveness, the month he was my little birdie. Over the past month, his confusion turned to recognition, the squint transformed into a curious gaze, and the primal connection we started out with has turned to love. 

Airplanes with mama
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Isn't it cute that he still sucks on his arm like the 1 week photo?
 Even when he gets a little fussy at night, he's so cute. When we swaddle him, he smiles, as if to thank us for getting his spastic limbs under control. Then in the morning, he stretches and smiles again when we help him finish busting outta the joint!
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Rare tears
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Two people who can barely draw a stick figure made this baby. If that's not a conclusive indicator that we don't have full control over our lives, I don't know what is. The process of becoming a parent has really pounded that lesson into my head. We try to convince ourselves that our lives are really ours. That we've earned the good things in our lives, that the differences in luck are a manifestation of karma. So many turns in my life have been so much better than I could've planned for myself... but it's still difficult to accept that I'm not really in control of my good fortune. That when I look to make sure he's breathing, there's nothing I'm doing to make it so. I can only be thankful.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Middle of month 2 (already!?)

Well, it seems as though Ferris has quickly transformed from a newborn into a full fledged baby. And we've transformed into parents, although it's still too new to "automatically" think of ourselves as such. For my part, this has been accompanied by overwhelming pangs of nostalgia. Every moment feels so big and each happy day feels bittersweet.

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Extra Bittersweet = Newman tried to commit suicide and jump out the window when I took this picture!

We are left with the option of staying in our small apartment or hanging out in the backyard. Luckily, we have a pretty badass backyard!

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I love seeing Nick and Ferris together for a million reasons. I hold F all the time, so of course it's nice to give my shoulders a break. But it's also funny how Ferris seems to shrink when I hand him over to Nick. I get used to the size of his face, but when Nick is holding him he suddenly appears to be so tiny and fragile and extra adorable. Nick comes up with all sorts of little games for him or funny things to say.

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The how long till baby falls over game

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The sticking tongues out game

Also, when Nick holds him, I can see his tufts of hair in the back. I call his hair "heaven on a stick." The back is so thick and soft and wispy. I smell it and rub my face in it and form it into little mohawk peaks. As  you can see, the transition from bald to hairy is this random triangle shape in the middle of his noggin.

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I usually just give lots of kisses and say, "hi, hi, hello" like I (apparently) did when he was born. Ferris has so much fun with Nick, and so much fun being alive in general. Every day I learn a little more about life by watching Ferris discover his.

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And now, a word from Ferris. (Yes, little babbles that just started popping up every once in awhile- he really gets goin about a minute in!)


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Business in the front, party in the back

Things I Can Do 
by Ferris T. Caligiuri

I can celebrate my one month birthday.
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I can spend quiet time with adults - at picnics, happy hours, nice restaurants, and even at the movie theater! I may have to reconsider my generosity.
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I can hold my head up. There are so many interesting things to observe.
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I can pull big fingers right where they need to be. No pacifier for me, I'm eating all organic.
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I can smile even if I'm not sleeping!
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I can pee radioactive diapers. I'm like a superhero.
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I can listen to stories.

I can get a front row seat to the fireworks show on the Hudson River without damaging my hearing. (Terry wristbands and a headband covered me up!)


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I can socialize with visitors.
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I can write blog entries. 
 Peace.
-F

*Title in honor of my baby mullet. Ah - wait for it - dorable.