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| Siri listening to the wolves in the Habitot |
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| Henry's a kitty! Meow! |
Friday, August 26, 2011
Lunchtime Nursery Concert Series
Madeline Island
Friday, August 5, 2011
On the Road
Siri is experiencing a major cognitive leap right now that is great fun to watch. She is starting to talk and us trying to repeat words. She could walk if she wanted to, but hasn't yet taken off without holding on to something or someone. She has also popped four new teeth through this week and, subsequently, developed another ear infection. Despite this, everyone slept well last night and we are on the road this morning headed to Madeline Island on vacation. We are armed with antibiotics and bunny crackers and are hoping for the best!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Muddy Baby Explores Backyard
Siri loves playing in water and mud and is always eager to explore. She takes time to smell the flowers, too.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Bitch, bitch, bitch
It occurs to me that I have spent a good deal of the summer thus far complaining, whining and/or bitching about how hard it is to be a full-time stay-at-home parent of two small children. And it is. And I have.
It is mind-numbing, back-breaking, completely defeating and just really fucking hard. (Allow me the liberty to swear here as I try not to do it around the children...Try, anyway). Our big parent bodies are sore and bruised and broken from the work of it. Our minds are as mushy as our bodies, our thoughts often incoherent. It is impossible to hold conversations with friends about anything but the children and how challenging they are, especially if we've been granted a few hours of freedom and a few beers... Sorry about that.
Being stuck so far into the middle of the "baby tunnel" that we cannot yet see the light at the end may be socially debilitating, but it is also wonderful, amazing, beautiful, full of love and happiness, unabashed joy, sloppy baby kisses and gigantic hugs for no reason at all. We sometimes sit on the floor and just play with the babies and stare at each other with amusement and awe at how lucky we are. Our kids are healthy, happy and bright. We laugh every day. We've gotten just what we wanted. We're happy, actually! Really!
We're just tired. And, we knew it'd be hard, we were fully aware of what we were getting ourselves into... although that knowledge doesn't really in any way prepare you for the grinding reality... Oy.
I now fully understand that glazed-over and vacant look that some parents get when their child is crying/yelling/screaming in public. I used to think, why isn't that mom doing anything about her kid?! Wow. I get it now. It's because this is the millionth time she's fought the same fight, possibly just today, and she hasn't slept in weeks and there was no fucking way she was going to cook and so they are at this restaurant anyway and she is going to drink the beer that is in front of her and she doesn't give a fuck that her kid is screaming about her Elmo doll right now because she deserves that beer, goddammit, and so she's going to just tune it out and stare at the TV and drink that beer and fuck you for judging her, the end.
So, yeah, we're doing just fine despite the whining and the bitching. The luxury of being able to spend all day, every day with my babies is mostly blissful. I get to eat graham crackers and play pretend and go for walks and play at the park and cook yummy things and am rewarded daily with hugs and giggles and snuggles and kisses. Which is so much better than bitching about back-stabbing office politics and shitty bosses. Around here, the bosses are just occasionally poopy, and that's pretty easily cleaned up.
It is mind-numbing, back-breaking, completely defeating and just really fucking hard. (Allow me the liberty to swear here as I try not to do it around the children...Try, anyway). Our big parent bodies are sore and bruised and broken from the work of it. Our minds are as mushy as our bodies, our thoughts often incoherent. It is impossible to hold conversations with friends about anything but the children and how challenging they are, especially if we've been granted a few hours of freedom and a few beers... Sorry about that.
Being stuck so far into the middle of the "baby tunnel" that we cannot yet see the light at the end may be socially debilitating, but it is also wonderful, amazing, beautiful, full of love and happiness, unabashed joy, sloppy baby kisses and gigantic hugs for no reason at all. We sometimes sit on the floor and just play with the babies and stare at each other with amusement and awe at how lucky we are. Our kids are healthy, happy and bright. We laugh every day. We've gotten just what we wanted. We're happy, actually! Really!
We're just tired. And, we knew it'd be hard, we were fully aware of what we were getting ourselves into... although that knowledge doesn't really in any way prepare you for the grinding reality... Oy.
I now fully understand that glazed-over and vacant look that some parents get when their child is crying/yelling/screaming in public. I used to think, why isn't that mom doing anything about her kid?! Wow. I get it now. It's because this is the millionth time she's fought the same fight, possibly just today, and she hasn't slept in weeks and there was no fucking way she was going to cook and so they are at this restaurant anyway and she is going to drink the beer that is in front of her and she doesn't give a fuck that her kid is screaming about her Elmo doll right now because she deserves that beer, goddammit, and so she's going to just tune it out and stare at the TV and drink that beer and fuck you for judging her, the end.
So, yeah, we're doing just fine despite the whining and the bitching. The luxury of being able to spend all day, every day with my babies is mostly blissful. I get to eat graham crackers and play pretend and go for walks and play at the park and cook yummy things and am rewarded daily with hugs and giggles and snuggles and kisses. Which is so much better than bitching about back-stabbing office politics and shitty bosses. Around here, the bosses are just occasionally poopy, and that's pretty easily cleaned up.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Siri's 1st Year
Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful baby girl!!!
Click here to watch a slideshow of Siri's 1st year:
http://www.flickr.com//photos/46002720@N04/sets/72157626866684885/show/
Click here to watch a slideshow of Siri's 1st year:
http://www.flickr.com//photos/46002720@N04/sets/72157626866684885/show/
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