February 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
We’ve been waiting and waiting for the chance to let Hiram try out his Christmas snow shoes. We finally just decided to let him stomp around on the inch of hard snow we have in the back yard. He didn’t seem to mind.
February 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
Hiram and I were riding quietly in the car the other day when we had this conversation.
Hiram: Mama, what’s your name?
Me: My name is Hadley, but you should call me “mama.”
Hiram: What’s daddy’s name?
Me: Daddy’s name is Brad, but you should call him “daddy.”
It was quiet for a few minutes and then he said, “What’s Megan’s name?”
February 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’m not sure if this is really Eldyn’s fault or if I am just projecting, but regardless, I am convinced he needs things a certain way in order to fall asleep. I think he needs:
- To be swaddled
- To be warm
- To be full
- To have his pacifier at least nearby
- To have the radio blasting static on a specific a.m. frequency
As with our methods for soothing colic, these things must all occur simultaneously. They each play an important role in obtaining the holy grail of sleep. So. You can imagine my alarm when, after a particularly difficult day of red-faced crying (by both of us), the a.m. radio station sounded…wrong. It was higher pitched. More irritating. Less soothing. Not right. At all.
I started scanning other stations in search of something more suitable.
Too much talking.
No. No. No!
Naturally, I became hysterical. I ran into Hiram’s room and tried his radio. It sounded better. I unplugged everything else in his room before I found the right cord and finally managed to get the radio untangled from the rest of the stuff. I ran back to Eldyn’s room and plugged it in.
“What are you dooooing?” Hiram asked, wide-eyed.
“I’m trying to get Eldyn to sleep!” I screamed.
When I plugged the radio back in, the high pitch frequency was back. I started scanning again and that was how Brad found us. Huddled around both radios, scanning and scanning and scanning.
“Do something!” I screamed.
Brad took over for a few minutes and then said gravely, “There’s nothing I can do. We’re at the mercy of the signal.”
We were at the mercy of the signal!
Brad, bless his heart, did his best. He brought in another radio and found a station that sounded a little like the static we knew and loved.
Meanwhile, I had given up.
I sat there glumly. Rocking and rocking my sad baby. Rocking and rocking and not talking. Not talking because I knew the next thing out of my mouth was going to be mean. Rocking and listening to Brad’s static that just wasn’t good enough static.
And then Eldyn burped. And spit-up was dripping down my back on the inside of my shirt. And I realized everything is ridiculous.
February 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
For Christmas, Hiram got a $5 gift card to spend however he wanted. Last weekend, it was time to cash it in.
We weren’t sure if Hiram was too young to understand what was going on but, as usual, he proved he’s about 12 notches smarter than we give him credit for.
I started by explaining that the gift card was his money and he could buy whatever he wanted, as long as it was less than 5 dollars. Then we headed to the toy department where it seemed like everything was 20 bucks or more.
“How about this?”
“That costs too much money.”
“How about this?”
“You don’t have enough money for that.”
Just when I was starting to worry he was getting frustrated, we found a spot where everything was 5 dollars or less. Score! It was so nice to be able to tell him he could have anything he wanted from that whole section. He was leaning towards the recorder but changed his mind to a harmonica at the last second.
When it was time to pay, I almost cried. My big little boy was standing there, bravely holding out his gift card to the cashier.
“That will be $2.57 please. Would you like a bag?”
“Yes,” Hiram nodded.
My baby wanted a bag.
Hiram collected his bag and his change and asked for help opening the packaging before we even got out of the store. Aside from a brief episode of post-purchase regret– “I wanted the flute,” he said on the ride home– he’s been happy with his purchase.
He’s getting pretty good, too.
February 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
A secret goal of mine was to transfer my RioTokyo blog over to WordPress while I was on maternity leave. This is the blog I wrote as an ongoing/final assignment during my semester in Japan during business school. It’s also what gave me the blogging bug.
Now I don’t need to worry about losing it to that fickle blogging program that used to be its home. RioTokyo, safe and sound on Wordpress. Ahhhh.