Our son is the luckiest boy in the world, because he has you as a father. We love you so much for taking care of us. Enjoy this little photo journey down Fatherhood Lane.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Belated: To My Husband on Fathers' Day
Dear HB (no, the rest of you can't know what it stands for):
Our son is the luckiest boy in the world, because he has you as a father. We love you so much for taking care of us. Enjoy this little photo journey down Fatherhood Lane.
Our son is the luckiest boy in the world, because he has you as a father. We love you so much for taking care of us. Enjoy this little photo journey down Fatherhood Lane.
Belated: Botanic Gardens
My fingers (and brain muscles) are creaky from lack of blogging. Forgive me for my lack of wit...
A few weeks ago, Mimi came for a visit, and to help me with the Munch while Brad was in Australia and I was in heavy duty rehearsals.
Our favorite outing of the week was to the Botanic Gardens, in Highland Park, IL. It was a picture perfect day complete with yummy turkey/brie sandwiches and ice cream sundaes...for all three of us. {Grin.}
The Munch has this crazy plant phobia, both in and out of the house. I was pleased to see him attempt to overcome this fear at the Gardens. Brave boy!
More photos!
M.I.A.
South Pacific opens tonight at Glenview Theatre Guild.
http://gtgonstage.com/
I hope to be up and blogging again in a day or two. See you then!
http://gtgonstage.com/
I hope to be up and blogging again in a day or two. See you then!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Facebook Friday...on Saturday
Hannah is starting to get concerned that her baby might turn into a Gerber Puff.
Hannah can't, really. It's almost tech week.
Hannah is well aware that she is behind on blogging, photo editing, calling, Facebooking, and emailing. See above.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Temporarily Paralyzed
Please tell me this happens to you:
You get so upset/overwhelmed about a decision that needs to be made (in my case it is TRIVIAL and DOESN'T MATTER in the grand scheme of life...so much so that I'm not even going to tell you what it IS) that you are literally paralyzed from all other activity other than obsessing over said decision? And so to combat your paralysis, you engage the most counterproductive activity that you can think of?
At the moment, I'm reading Electric Boogaloo's blog. All of it. It starts in 2002. I'm in July 2004. Um, yeah.
You get so upset/overwhelmed about a decision that needs to be made (in my case it is TRIVIAL and DOESN'T MATTER in the grand scheme of life...so much so that I'm not even going to tell you what it IS) that you are literally paralyzed from all other activity other than obsessing over said decision? And so to combat your paralysis, you engage the most counterproductive activity that you can think of?
At the moment, I'm reading Electric Boogaloo's blog. All of it. It starts in 2002. I'm in July 2004. Um, yeah.
"No Finger Will You Lift, My Dear" (from Annie)
See my fingers, not-so-artfully-photographed? Those are well-rested fingers. Why? Because Mary Poppins (in the form of my mother) showed up at my house to take care of, well, everything, while Brad was in Australia.
Thanks, Mama. The Munch and I miss you already!
Okay, fingers, let's get to work.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Facebook Friday: Hannah is having a pang.
Oh, yes, ladies--you KNOW what kind of pang I'm talkin' about:
Hannah is jealous of her friend who felt her in utero baby move for the first time.
Hannah just randomly remembered that she had her first nosebleed (ever? since she was a kid?) when she was pregnant.
Hannah definitely sees the resemblance between baby humans and baby squirrels. Mewing, and all that.
Hannah is glad her husband isn't home, given the pangs. (BTW, ever use a word so much that it starts to look weird and you have to Google the definition, just to ensure that you're using it correctly? Anyone? Nobody.)
(Off topic: Hannah is pleased to announce that WE HAVE A RESTAURANT! One block away! Where you can actually sit and eat REAL food in REAL booths! Huzzah!)
Hannah is jealous of her friend who felt her in utero baby move for the first time.
Hannah just randomly remembered that she had her first nosebleed (ever? since she was a kid?) when she was pregnant.
Hannah definitely sees the resemblance between baby humans and baby squirrels. Mewing, and all that.
Hannah is glad her husband isn't home, given the pangs. (BTW, ever use a word so much that it starts to look weird and you have to Google the definition, just to ensure that you're using it correctly? Anyone? Nobody.)
(Off topic: Hannah is pleased to announce that WE HAVE A RESTAURANT! One block away! Where you can actually sit and eat REAL food in REAL booths! Huzzah!)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Blog List
If that isn't the cleverest title...
If you visit here often, you may have noticed my handy-dandy blog list now appearing on stage left (your right--most of you got it, didn't you?). I have to give credit where it's due, so props to Auntie G for sending many of these links my way. (Like, did you know that Lois Lowry has a blog? And she lets ME read it! THE Lois Lowry, of the Gooney Bird and Anastasia books. She also wrote my favorite book from pre-teen years, A Summer to Die. Dark, I know.)
My current favorite NEW blog is Cakewrecks. Please, please stroll through the archives. Just be sure to use the bathroom first.
Happy reading!
If you visit here often, you may have noticed my handy-dandy blog list now appearing on stage left (your right--most of you got it, didn't you?). I have to give credit where it's due, so props to Auntie G for sending many of these links my way. (Like, did you know that Lois Lowry has a blog? And she lets ME read it! THE Lois Lowry, of the Gooney Bird and Anastasia books. She also wrote my favorite book from pre-teen years, A Summer to Die. Dark, I know.)
My current favorite NEW blog is Cakewrecks. Please, please stroll through the archives. Just be sure to use the bathroom first.
Happy reading!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Baby's First Goose Egg
See it?
And so when you don't have a "Boo Boo Bunny," you search for anything cold-ish and squishy to hold against said bump, to "reduce swelling."
And here's how that worked out:
Facebook Friday
This week's collection of Previously Unpublished Status Updates:
Hannah hates the gritty leftovers after a teeth-cleaning.
Hannah's son *might* be left-handed. Squee!
Hannah can't. Just can't. Ask me again tomorrow.
Hannah just noticed that this blog had a HUGE spike in traffic on her birthday. Huh.
Hannah realized that the reason she likes step class at the Y so much is because it's so symmetrical. 8 on the right, 8 on the left. Very good for her OCD.
Hannah should have bought health insurance for her pet. Or maybe just a new pet. (I kid...because I love.)
Hannah just tried to eat her yogurt with a baby spoon. Le sigh.
Hannah hates the gritty leftovers after a teeth-cleaning.
Hannah's son *might* be left-handed. Squee!
Hannah can't. Just can't. Ask me again tomorrow.
Hannah just noticed that this blog had a HUGE spike in traffic on her birthday. Huh.
Hannah realized that the reason she likes step class at the Y so much is because it's so symmetrical. 8 on the right, 8 on the left. Very good for her OCD.
Hannah should have bought health insurance for her pet. Or maybe just a new pet. (I kid...because I love.)
Hannah just tried to eat her yogurt with a baby spoon. Le sigh.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Hear That? It's the Sound of Me Gasping for Air!
A brief synopsis:
My husband left for Australia on Saturday, and will be gone for two weeks. Sunday the Munch and I went to a street fair with Auntie A (or have we officially re-named you "Auntie Boo"--so cute!) and Uncle A. Monday, I worked out at the YMCA and M spent an hour at their daycare, followed by a trip to the grocery store to shop for the new experimental diet (more on that later). Granny came that night to babysit while I went to rehearsal for "South Pacific."
Tuesday, I had a dentist appt. in the morning, so M played at Huey's house (with his grandparents). I decided on this day that one of the perks of one's husband being out of town for a while is that there is no reason WHATSOEVER to keep the house clean (foreshadowing). So I did the dishes at the end of the day, but that was about it. Messy master bedroom, messy nursery, messy office, dog toys everywhere, etc. In addition to all our daily duties, we have also tried to be home and available at certain times so we can talk to Daddy via Skype--the best thing ever.
Wednesday we went back to the Y, played with finger foods for a good portion of the day, noticed Oliver's scratching, blew it off because he had a groomer appt. today anyway, cooked dinner for myself at 7:30PM, etc. etc. Which brings us to today:
Forgot to set the alarm this morning (yes, so I could intentionally wake up earlier than my baby....because I'm crazy, evidently), so we were running very LATE for our crammed day that would end up starring our dear Oliver, with a side of a complete lack of urgency. (Picture baby with bottle and PJs in stroller, dog on leash, and master muttering, "JUST GO POTTY!!!" repeatedly. Not my best moment.) Fed the dog and the baby breakfast in a blur, hopped in the car to visit the groomer (also our vet), waited an extraordinarily long time to get checked in, drove home, plopped the baby in the crib for a whirlwind 25 minute nap, plopped him in the car again, went to music class. In the meantime, the vet called to say that there is an additional problem with Oliver's health (an on-going, allergy-related issue), and he wants to do more testing (read: EXPENSIVE) and possibly start giving him allergy shots (read: VERY EXPENSIVE). Great.
Additionally, the realtor contacted us to say that we FINALLY have a showing! tomorrow! yay!...except remember what happened on Tuesday? "No reason WHATSOEVER to keep the house clean." Riiiiight. No problem, I'll just throw everything in the toy chest/dresser drawer/behind the couch (ahem) and vacuum the carpets really quickly. Except the vacuum is broken and I can't figure out how to get the NEW BELT ON DARN IT.
...Which is what I was trying to do when I got frustrated and started writing this post.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have some time later to blog about things that are actually interesting...as soon as I retrieve Oliver from the vet, Skype, cook dinner, leave M with another sitter, and attend a three hour rehearsal. Riiiight.
(Edited: I figured out the stupid vacuum. Turns out, reading the manual is pretty helpful for fixing things.)
My husband left for Australia on Saturday, and will be gone for two weeks. Sunday the Munch and I went to a street fair with Auntie A (or have we officially re-named you "Auntie Boo"--so cute!) and Uncle A. Monday, I worked out at the YMCA and M spent an hour at their daycare, followed by a trip to the grocery store to shop for the new experimental diet (more on that later). Granny came that night to babysit while I went to rehearsal for "South Pacific."
Tuesday, I had a dentist appt. in the morning, so M played at Huey's house (with his grandparents). I decided on this day that one of the perks of one's husband being out of town for a while is that there is no reason WHATSOEVER to keep the house clean (foreshadowing). So I did the dishes at the end of the day, but that was about it. Messy master bedroom, messy nursery, messy office, dog toys everywhere, etc. In addition to all our daily duties, we have also tried to be home and available at certain times so we can talk to Daddy via Skype--the best thing ever.
Wednesday we went back to the Y, played with finger foods for a good portion of the day, noticed Oliver's scratching, blew it off because he had a groomer appt. today anyway, cooked dinner for myself at 7:30PM, etc. etc. Which brings us to today:
Forgot to set the alarm this morning (yes, so I could intentionally wake up earlier than my baby....because I'm crazy, evidently), so we were running very LATE for our crammed day that would end up starring our dear Oliver, with a side of a complete lack of urgency. (Picture baby with bottle and PJs in stroller, dog on leash, and master muttering, "JUST GO POTTY!!!" repeatedly. Not my best moment.) Fed the dog and the baby breakfast in a blur, hopped in the car to visit the groomer (also our vet), waited an extraordinarily long time to get checked in, drove home, plopped the baby in the crib for a whirlwind 25 minute nap, plopped him in the car again, went to music class. In the meantime, the vet called to say that there is an additional problem with Oliver's health (an on-going, allergy-related issue), and he wants to do more testing (read: EXPENSIVE) and possibly start giving him allergy shots (read: VERY EXPENSIVE). Great.
Additionally, the realtor contacted us to say that we FINALLY have a showing! tomorrow! yay!...except remember what happened on Tuesday? "No reason WHATSOEVER to keep the house clean." Riiiiight. No problem, I'll just throw everything in the toy chest/dresser drawer/behind the couch (ahem) and vacuum the carpets really quickly. Except the vacuum is broken and I can't figure out how to get the NEW BELT ON DARN IT.
...Which is what I was trying to do when I got frustrated and started writing this post.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have some time later to blog about things that are actually interesting...as soon as I retrieve Oliver from the vet, Skype, cook dinner, leave M with another sitter, and attend a three hour rehearsal. Riiiight.
(Edited: I figured out the stupid vacuum. Turns out, reading the manual is pretty helpful for fixing things.)
9 Months
17 lbs 2 oz
27 3/4 in
17 3/4 in (HC)
Dear Not-So-Little-Munchkin,
Oh my...this week it feels as though you're trying to prove to me that you deserve to be nine months old! You are full of new "tricks," new sounds, new expressions, new moves. It's been a busy month, to be sure. Some highlights:
- Laughing at Oliver as he walked by, for no other reason than he must have been "saying" something funny to you.
- Figuring out the gumball machine
- "Swimming" like crazy (in frustration) when you can't crawl to reach something
- Figuring out how to fall onto your tummy, rather than backward and hitting your head
- Shaking your head like you're saying "no no no" (a skill you must have picked up from your cousin, Payton)--the first motion you intentionally mimic
- Finally figuring out how to play with the "book" on your Jumperoo.
- Ignoring the piano keys and trying to whack the top of the xylo/piano with your hand instead
-(Almost) mastering finger food!
- Moving across the floor with the sheer will of your upper body combined with the slippery hardwood floors
- Waving. (Hello? Goodbye? Who really knows.)
- Leaning around the corner of the coffee table to find Oliver
- Not crying when I drop you off at the Y's daycare
- Still trying to drink out of any toy that has a lip (must keep working on the sippy cup--it's not a chew toy!)
- Recognizing your dad's face on the computer, via Skype
- Being so quiet and attentive during music class...until "Quiet Time," that is, when you find your voice
- Watching Miss Mary's EVERY. MOVE. AND. BREATH.
- Finding a way for you and I to still have some cuddle time before bed: I sing a song and interject the word, "BOO," every phrase or so...it sends you into a fit of giggles. As does my blowfish face.
- TEETH!!!
I love you!
Mom
P.S. to Readers: Video of the new tricks to come as soon as my tired brain (I swear I just typed "tried brian" the first time) will let me edit...
Oh my...this week it feels as though you're trying to prove to me that you deserve to be nine months old! You are full of new "tricks," new sounds, new expressions, new moves. It's been a busy month, to be sure. Some highlights:
- Laughing at Oliver as he walked by, for no other reason than he must have been "saying" something funny to you.
- Figuring out the gumball machine
- "Swimming" like crazy (in frustration) when you can't crawl to reach something
- Figuring out how to fall onto your tummy, rather than backward and hitting your head
- Shaking your head like you're saying "no no no" (a skill you must have picked up from your cousin, Payton)--the first motion you intentionally mimic
- Finally figuring out how to play with the "book" on your Jumperoo.
- Ignoring the piano keys and trying to whack the top of the xylo/piano with your hand instead
-(Almost) mastering finger food!
- Moving across the floor with the sheer will of your upper body combined with the slippery hardwood floors
- Waving. (Hello? Goodbye? Who really knows.)
- Leaning around the corner of the coffee table to find Oliver
- Not crying when I drop you off at the Y's daycare
- Still trying to drink out of any toy that has a lip (must keep working on the sippy cup--it's not a chew toy!)
- Recognizing your dad's face on the computer, via Skype
- Being so quiet and attentive during music class...until "Quiet Time," that is, when you find your voice
- Watching Miss Mary's EVERY. MOVE. AND. BREATH.
- Finding a way for you and I to still have some cuddle time before bed: I sing a song and interject the word, "BOO," every phrase or so...it sends you into a fit of giggles. As does my blowfish face.
- TEETH!!!
I love you!
Mom
P.S. to Readers: Video of the new tricks to come as soon as my tired brain (I swear I just typed "tried brian" the first time) will let me edit...
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