Sunday, March 24, 2013

Friday, March 15, 2013

The Sling Diaries: Beauty


Can you believe we're at the last Sling Diaries post already? The past 6 months just flew by.

When I really think about pregnancy and babies, it seems very sci-fi. Even at 9 months pregnant, I would waddle around saying, "Can you believe I'm pregnant?!" Because I couldn't, and I still can't, even though Ferris is almost two. I think of how many billions of iterations of baby that Nick and I could've made, if another sperm won the race or whatever. But we have one single, special, lucky Ferris who survived out of all of those possibilities. How many of us see ourselves that way? We are a planet full of individuals who are here despite the odds being 96 billion to 1.**

 After my fresh hormones spun me into an analytical frenzy, I started to see how much each of us should appreciate our good fortune instead of succumbing to that all too human desire to compare.

And yes, this relates to beauty. Because when you see yourself as 1/96,000,000,000, you start to feel pretty good about being alive. In the dreary snow, with a lazy hairdo, with permanent dark circles, with pink lipstick, with my boy.










Ferris and I share the Sakura Bloom Simple Linen Sling in Coral

** Yes, I really estimated this. The average woman is fertile from ages 13-45 (384 months) x average 250 million sperm/encounter = total iterations of sperm/egg combinations possible from your mother!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

India, everything, everywhere

The weight and excitement of an impromptu trip to India started to kick in as I packed my bug spray, malaria pills, and my 1000 page Winston Churchill biography for the 20 hour flight. Flying halfway across the world was an event in itself. We skipped an entire day, and the long travel time made me feel like I'd been transported to an alternate universe.

Wanna see more pictures? Sure you do, with so many, this post needed a page break!
Hey look, bus shelter cum!

Monday, February 11, 2013

The Sling Diaries: Tradition


 The rad part about growing up is making your own traditions! Here are some of ours.

SONGS
 I make up songs for Ferris, usually adapted from the classics with new lyrics, but sometimes I make up my own. I sing "Night Night Ferris" to the tune of "I Want Candy." This will be a tradition until he tells me how much they suck. Regardless of my singing skills, naptimes usually require a more robust strategy. I decided to take some pictures when all hope was lost.

DONUTS
Nick always had tons of donuts growing up, so when he goes home to Des Moines, inevitably I find him handing Ferris donut after donut. After I give him a stern reminder about the importance of developing a healthy diet for Ferris, we walk back into the kitchen to find Nick's dad handing Ferris donut after donut. The kid scaled the damn fridge trying to get another donut. Forehead slap!

COFFEE
After I had Ferris, I wanted to get OUT of our tiny apartment... but where? We took walks to a coffee shop in our NYC neighborhood, and somehow it became a ritual. This little New York chain also had locations near his daycare, so we would stop by in the mornings before I dropped him off. I had coffee, and he stared up at the fan. Now I try to make time at least once a week to get coffee with him. We sit and read books together, and it makes the entire day better when we start on our own terms.

TUXEDOS
When Ferris was super wee, I bought a tuxedo on Etsy, and dressed him in it every Tuesday. It was nice to look forward to each week. We've tried to keep up with Tuxedo Tuesday ever since. Ferris has a tradition of crapping and needing an outfit change only when he's wearing his tux. His latest is monogrammed; watch out world!

SELF PORTRAITS 
Since Ferris and I both like the remote, these have become a tradition. With my combination of an untrustworthy memory and a sentimental nature, I've learned to document. I made a stop motion video of his first year, and stitched together my favorite moments, and posted a photo each month, and took videos with the Mac photobooth. And believe it or not, I actually go back and look at it all. I will not be one of those mamas who looks back and doesn't have any proof that she was there too! 




Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Charmer

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

The Sling Diaries: Expression

Ferris,

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. 
Love always, 
Mama


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Yea right, like I'm going to India.

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

Remote, part 2

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

Eau de Syrup

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!

*As for the title of this post, Ferris smells faintly of sugar these days, and Nick has aptly coined his toddler aroma "Eau de Syrup." I'm still amused.