Wednesday, January 23, 2013
What is happening?
Ferris wakes up now and says, "nose," "hahr" and points at my face and head. Today he said, "Mama is at work." I wasn't actually at work when he said that, but nonetheless... Seriously? Sentences? Sentences with new words all at once? Nick said that he pointed to Elmo at Target. We have been pretty restrictive about tv, ipads, phones, licensed characters. And his school is the same way.
Ferris, how do you know about Elmo?! I couldn't help but sound accusatory. He can't yet answer this question, so we remain perplexed. Elmo is like the toddler mafia.
|King of Minneapolis!|
And P.S. we are still doing salad month, but the pictures just aren't gonna happen anymore.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
You head out into your world with optimism. You say "Oh KAY!!!" and "Let's GO!!!" with such enthusiasm. When I hear your bright tone of voice, I make the surprising realization that maybe you're copying my tone of voice, and maybe I'm an optimist too.
Your index finger wakes me up each morning, when you poke my face and say "NOSE!" You're too matter of fact for 6 a.m. Although I've had this nose for my entire life, motherhood allows me to match your excitement about the wonders of my face. Sometimes your expressions are calling it like you see it. Doggy! Kittay! Sky! Nose! Oatmeal! Sometimes your expressions are more complex and I realize that you are becoming a real person with depth and quirks. You say "all done!" when we play a song that you don't like. If it's not LMFAO or The Lumineers, it's "all done!" You're an excellent dance partner, even though you put your hand down my shirt and smirk. You know what you're doing.
I write down a memory every day in this book. Ferris has a cute mullet. Ferris put plastic spoons in the tripod for an hour and a half. Why is it that humans have to endure painful moments, while these lovely ones evaporate into the past?
I would raise 18 babies, if I knew each one would be a Ferris.
Ferris, your papa and I love you with all the cliches that have ever been spoken. I express it by taking a million pictures, because each version of you is worth keeping forever. I express it by putting the camera down, because you love an unadulterated view of my face just as much as I love yours.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
We're still at it. So many salads I can't remember them all.
Meanwhile, Ferris continues his daily routine of feta and blueberries.
And Thursday, I booked a trip to India. Yep, when I went to lunch I had absolutely no intention of any vacation anywhere in the near future, let alone India. And when I came back to my desk, I was booking my seat on the Bombay to Paris leg of my trip, thinking a) WTF, is this really happening? and b) how fun life can be when you let it surprise you.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Ferris dug into my camera stuff and meticulously extracted the remote from its case. Nick and I decided to mess with him: every time he pointed the remote, Nick turned the kitchen lights on or off. He started to point it at everything, including me as you can see.
This is what 19 months looks like, drunk with power.
Day 2, another smashing success! As verified by Nick, our resident salad skeptic.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Happy New Year!
|I'm excited to finally use my gorgeous new planner!|
We had a lovely time celebrating with our friends and had a crazy dinner party with 9 live lobsters! Since they were hosting, we took on the task of buying them and transporting them. I was slightly paranoid that they would get out and claw us. Zero of us had experience with lobster, but with the help of google, we had a pretty successful night. The entertainment value alone was worth it. Fear! Excitement! Drama! Food!
The crowd watched with awe and wonder.
I'm not one to make resolutions by any means, but we've decided to make January the month of salads! We are trying to eat a salad for dinner for every single day of the month. Here we go again with the gimmicks, but it's much easier to stick with such a simple plan. It stretches our health, creativity, and skills. I think our friends Ran and Hadas will be especially proud of us since they are way ahead in the area of vegetable eating. Ok, I wrote it out loud, so you can hold us accountable. Day 1: Fingerling Potato Salad with Balsamic-Mustard Vinaigrette. Luckily, even Nick was won over with this salad, we're off to a great start!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas! There is so much to celebrate!
Our first tree!
Since our apartments have always been adorned with a Christmas Wreath instead. We have a lot of ornaments to accumulate! Ferris does love wrapping paper.
Our favorite gifts.
Our happy and healthy boy. Celebrations with friends and family. Ferris says "book" now. He is turning into a boy more and more. Remember last year he barely knew how to sit?
And Happy Festivus!
FEATS OF STRENGTH
(Michael is the winner!)
AIRING OF GRIEVANCES
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Who doesn't sleep better holding a toothbrush for comfort?
And some bonus Christmas dancing. Ferris's specialty move is the chicken wing.
Friday, December 14, 2012
This week we find ourselves in Arizona for a family wedding. We've spent the past few days taking in the beautiful views, hiking in Sedona, star gazing, and spending time with family in Phoenix.
In Ferris’s short 18 month life, he has now visited 20 states (+DC!)
Ferris’s states: Arizona, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Iowa, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Minnesota, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Virginia, West Virginia
We are on a mission to visit all 50 states – a goal partly driven by sentiment and partly driven by our love of gimmicks. We began this endeavor in 2010, when we celebrated our fifth anniversary in Vermont. Nick’s grandpa Ted was very ill, and he had visited 49 states – every one but Vermont. He got our postcard, which served as his honorary visit, one week before he passed away.
There is the classic Proust quote often etched onto coffee mugs and refrigerator magnets: “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
Who am I to argue with Proust? A mere traveler.
I don’t believe you can develop new eyes without seeking new landscapes. I believe each time you leave your bubble of culture, you gain context that you couldn’t gain any other way. I believe you can’t discover yourself without discovering others.
At this phase of his life, Ferris’s radar is tuned to doggies, trees, cars, latte foam, The Lumineers. Surely Ferris won’t remember hiking around Bell Rock in Sedona, visiting a plantation in Charleston, or exploring an art festival in Maine. But my sincere hope is that these experiences will paint portraits of a wide world and plant seeds of possibility for his future. I want his heart to be guided by the elusive openness to discovery. Even if in the end, he winds up where he started.
Ferris and I share Sakura Bloom's Essential Silk Sling in Licorice/Amalfi
Can you believe we're halfway through The Sling Diaries?
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Tonight I’m flying back to New York for the first time since we moved here. Although I’ll visit some of my favorite places, it won’t be the same, because it’s no longer home. I long to bring Ferris with me, to see if he flickers with recognition when the subway rumbles or when he sees his baby handprints on the wall of his old daycare. But for this short birthday trip, I long to sleep past 5 am even more.
Priorities aren’t as simple anymore.
Just about every neighborhood in the city has been marked with memories of his babyhood; how sad I will be when I see these places without him. We’d planned to stay in New York until private school tuition forced our hand, but to my surprise, I wanted Ferris to have roots and have a connection with our friends and families. The importance of making these lifetime connections outweighed all that we left behind.
But nobody said letting go would be easy. I especially miss our commute together on the subway and the unexpected interactions Ferris inspired in New Yorkers. I loved bringing him along on my daily routines, as they slowly became our daily routines. Every mundane errand became a fun adventure when I had Ferris with me. These days we ride in the car as a family and listen to music on our way to work. But, oh, the damned car seat. It's only inches away, but it feels like miles to me.
When I take any excuse to bring the sling, he snuggles, giggles, bites (molars!), puts his hand down my shirt, asks for crackers, or "down down" complete with finger gestures. Our New York Ferris wasn't so spunky. As he develops, so do our connections to this place. To space, to impromptu family gatherings, to the entourage that joined us for his first haircut, to the people who will share these fond times with us.
Ferris and I share the Sakura Bloom Essential Linen Sling in Driftwood/Mint