Saturday, June 1, 2013

Ah York!

It's official: today Ferris turned two! The morning chirps of "my happy birthday cake? my happy birthday party?" will no longer be humored. Ok, maybe we will, since it's just so cute. When he says, "me! me?" he doesn't point to himself exactly.... he flaps his arms like chicken wings. That's how he refers to himself. But more later, I'm just catching up on our New York trip! 

We went back to visit, and I won a bet - Ferris did in fact remember his old daycare friends and teachers, even though he stopped going there spring 2012! People always ask what we intend to do when we visit New York. Have an adventure, what else? We visited with many old friends and met new ones. (And it must be noted that I successfully sewed a pillow for our hosts!) It was so funny to see him slowly walk, and stop over every subway grate. "What dat?" he would repeatedly ask, as the smell of dysentery caressed his cheeks.


The last day was unplanned perfection. We were hanging out at a playground, and a bunch of schoolkids came in for their recess. The girls spent it telling me about their baby brothers and chasing Ferris around. They held his mini taxi, helped him down the slide, cooed at and adored him. Then I went to a gymnastics class, where complete strangers clapped when I landed my first front tuck in a number of (10?) years. I don't want to move back to New York, I want to vacation there indefinitely and attend Wednesday afternoon gymnastics classes.

"Are you coming back next week?"
"No, I'm an out of towner now."




Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The new no.

He's almost two! The birthday feels appropriate. I've become comfortable with the idea of talking about his age in years and fractions thereof. Somehow this year has felt much more subtle in terms of developments. But recently, his talking has really taken off, and the transparency of his thoughts has shifted how we see him.


We left off last time with the heartbreaking development of "walk away, mama!" "Walk away" is something he now uses any time he wants to express displeasure. What kills is when he often approaches things he shouldn't touch, and when I stop him, he says, "walkawaywalkaway." And I can think of nothing better than, "No, YOU walk away."

"What do you want for dinner, Ferris?"
"No dinner. Walk away." 
"What do you want for dinner, Ferris?"
"Milk."

He certainly has confidence. I try to keep my expectations of him high, and take him out to coffee. He waited in line to pay; it made me so happy to see his patience! This guy was walking out and gushed about how "that's really a cute kid." 

"When's his birthday?"
"In June. He's almost 2."
"So he's a Gemini?"
"Yes. Are you a Gemini?"
"No, but I just knew he was. All my favorite people are Geminis."

Monday, May 13, 2013

My wife!

Despite being almost two, Ferris is still pretty obsessed with me. That is, when he's not saying, "Walk a-WAY, mama!" He will often cling to me, saying, "my mama." And Nick will kiss me and interject, "my wife!" Well, now Ferris is saying, "my wife!" as well. I can't say I mind being smothered with their affections. I had a great Mother's Day; I got a rose bush and planted some flowers with my mom and grandma. I've always been a little afraid of gardening, so I'm jumping into the week quite proud of myself and my newly found domesticity.




Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Carefoh, mama!

Which photo was taken in February, and which was taken this week? Meh, it doesn't matter. This has been a weary couple weeks of snow and hope and snow and changes at work and wine and friends and swimming lessons and finally (!) feeling like things are sort of coming together with our house, a short 10 months after we moved in. Though we may move right back if there is snow on the ground in May.




 As for Ferris, he's just the cutest he's ever been. Between the two of us, we've been sick constantly; only Nick and the pets have escaped. When he's tired and worn out, you can see glimpses of the tantrums that await us. If we take away an ipad that's playing Elmo, you can literally see him go through the clinical stages of grief.


And at some point, the Easter Bunny came. Whenever I stand on a chair or table to take a photo of Ferris, he stops what he's doing, and warns, "Carefoh, mama! Carefoh! Carefoh, mama!" It is the sweetest thing. He loves to dig through storage bins for his bottles, but he can say, "mama es cute!" He needs me to rock him to sleep, but he peed in his little plastic potty! He insists on me holding him while he drinks milk but he wants to vacuum the couch. He is both baby and boy. 

We have conversations now. 
"What should mama wear today?" "Car jammies!" We're having issues with car jammies, since it's the outfit of choice 24/7.
"Dat mama coffee?" "Dat Faywiss glass?" "Dat mama coffee?" Once he's fully established whcih one is mama's, he grabs it with tiny hands and tilts it until the straw hits my lips.








Saturday, April 20, 2013

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Toddler Report Cards

Today we picked up the second one that made me want to save these little scraps of paper forever. He's getting to be outrageously cute these days, and I wish the camera could capture the voice, the diction, the expressions that melt me.



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!