Archive for August, 2007

Baby cha cha

Friday, August 31st, 2007

Cha cha cha
Can your baby do the hoochie-coo? ParentBloggers is looking for the best baby dancers around as part of the Best Little Dancer in America Contest.

Holden loves to dance. In fact today, he jumped on a park bench and said, “mommy, I’m dancing on a stage” and promptly air-guitared with his back to me (and his moves to the trees and strollers).

Another of his classic moves is the “Elaine” where he kicks and spins and flails like Elaine from Seinfeld. Priceless.

When we went to Baby Loves Disco last fall, he went nuts with hula hoops and scarfs. Oh yes, he loves a scarf free dance as a true Berkeley boy should.

But it turns out that the last decent picture I have of my two-year old dancing is here as a three-month-old before he could run away from me. Smiling and doing the cha cha before he even had control of his limbs.

Quirky product I love: the Bjorn Cape

Friday, August 31st, 2007

BabyBjorn Cover for Baby Carrier - City BlueI guess it’s technically called BabyBjorn Cover for Baby Carrier and not a Cape, but I need to recommend this nice-to-have number for the following real-life situations:

  • You’re at Studio Grow or Music Class with the big one and the little one desperately needs a nap. Switch the baby to inward facing, pop on the cape, jiggle, and wait for sleep to arrive. The cape is awesome for blocking out distractions. Worked on Scarlett today in minutes. Has also done the trick for Milo.
  • Sunny days. For Berkeley-style mild but sunny summers, the cape has provided the perfect sun protection on blindingly white arms and legs and a baldy little head. It might be too hot for real summer weather, but it’s been fab here.
  • Colder or windy weather. This snuggly warm protecting device is made to keep the wee one warm without worrying about other bulky layers. I think that’s probably it’s true purpose.

I probably wouldn’t have asked for this or even thought of it. I got mine as a gift from my old junior high boyfriend, Niklas, and bought one off the registry for my SIL.

I thoroughly recommend it if you’re a Bjorn family and you’re expecting baby #2 or if you live in either a mild, sunny or cold climate for your baby’s first six months. Hello Bay Area, this means you!

Boomerang scar — how cool is that?

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

When Holden is an older kid trading stories, he can tell the one about how he has a cool scar above his right ear from when a dog bit him. And it will probably be safely hidden under all his curls the rest of the time.

Now, I’m still watching it carefully and oozing on Neosporin to keep away infection, but it’s looking pretty good, just like a fresh pink little boomerang on its way to healing.

Word World - A new show reviewed by Whitney’s sister

Monday, August 27th, 2007

My sister is too lazy tired to write on her own blog, so she has asked me to babysit the blog as I babysit her kids. Here goes.

My nephew Julian likes to start his day the same way I do- a soothing beverage (milk for him, coffee for me) and a little morning TV in bed (Sesame Street and The Today Show, respectively.) When I was getting up with him for a few mornings last week, I found it convenient that our morning rituals so closely overlap. Less convenient was the fact that fully functioning, there’s a thirty percent chance I can figure out my sister’s eleventy billion remote-multi player-special sound system entertainment setup. Pre coffee, the chances are slim to none. “Julian, Auntie Em can’t figure out how to play Sesame Street on the TV. Let’s watch a DVD instead.” Julian selected the one “with the puppy on it” otherwise known as Word World.

On the DVD was a sample of Word World, an animated, literacy-based series set to debut September 3rd on PBS. Word World is an idyllic community with grassy green hills, clear blue skies, and animals formed by the letters of their names eg; an S, H, E, E, and P serve as “SHEEP’s” torso. It’s a clever concept that impressed the lit. geek in me (performative language, oooooh.) Julian cared little for the letters but was intrigued by the walking, talking animals.

The episode features a runaway O that is chased throughout Word World by its animal inhabitants and mistaken for a variety of circles found in everyday life including a doughnut, a hoola hoop, and an inner tube. The adventures of the O kept Julian entertained and engaged particularly when the O makes its way onto a train. The boy loves trains. “Auntie Em, now the O is on a blue train.” BEAR, SHEEP, and DOG are eager to return the O to CAT’s home so they can use it to rebuild a box that CAT has received. With the O in place, a B and an X appear out of nowhere and the animals sing a little song (“It’s time to build a word”,) do a little dance (essentially, it’s the hokey pokey) and build the word B-O-X which results in the creation of an actual box containing a bunch of Os. There are many theoretical questions to be posited with this reveal. Where do the B and the X come from? Why, if there is a plethora of Os, was it so important to catch this one? Where did all of the Os go when the box wasn’t in existence?

Julian ignores my nonplussed look and immediately wants to know what’s in the box. He guesses that it’s a cat. After the third viewing of this episode, he still guessed that it was a cat. Though in his defense, he’s much more likely to open a box and find a cat than a bunch of lifesize, rubbery Os.

The language-based concept is intriguing and well executed, the animals are cute, and the pacing is far preferable to the deathly slow Thomas train show, but the writing is a bit sophisticated for its audience. I will marvel at the three year old who accurately uses impetuous in a sentence, but I’ve yet to encounter him (or her.) And puns are typically lost on the set that find hilarity in pretending cold things are hot or singing the lyrics, “I’ve been working on the railroad all the livelong DADDY!”

Julian watched the episode the whole way through and even requested to watch it again the next morning, but I’m not sure he took anything away from it other than, “Auntie Em, now the O is on a blue train.”

The Parent Bloggers Network provided the opportunity to review this show in advance of its airing on PBS.

Breastfeeding: It takes a village — or at least a whole household

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

Breastfeeding is hard. Lesson learned on the first child. Breastfeeding is demanding. Lesson being re-learned right now. We have no 2-3 hour schedule around here, so feeding is unpredictable and frequent. I am physically drained and feel tied to my baby in a way that is simultaneously super special and heavily oppressive. My husband thanks me constantly for nursing these kids, and I need to be thanked sometimes. The kids obviously will not thank me now or later. Later, they might even not want to hear about it.

I prepped Julian for the nursing relationship I was to have with Scarlett by telling him at the end of my pregnancy that babies drink milk and that the milk comes from the mommy’s breast. I pointed it out a few times when we saw nursing mothers. He clearly thought this was a fine system. I feared he would feel excluded and angry. It turns out he is a two and a half year old lactivist, encouraging public breastfeeding whenever babies need to eat.

His support for my nursing Scarlett might actually be more than some women get from their friends or family. “Maybe you’ll stop nursing before you go to Mexico so that you can wear this dress,” I had an acquaintance say to me at a clothing swap party when I rejected a dress for logistics reasons. Good reason to wean, no? My son was almost six months old.

Over the past few weeks I have been laughing as Julian responds to Scarlett’s crying by turning to me and saying, “Does she need milk, Mommy?” or leaning into her face and saying, “You want some milk, Scarlett?” When I say that she does need milk, he might say to me, “Can you take out your nipple for her?” And today, I was incredibly touched when, after asking me to give his sister some milk, he said, “Do you want a pillow?”

My song and dance about the Wii

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

When I start talking about the Wii, I want to get all sillii and spell words with double-I’s. I just like it that much.

WiiI decided to get the Wii for Alec’s birthday present this year because hii had been dropping major hints since it came out (and also my mom wanted to contribute to One Big Gift — that’s kii — it’s a great going-in-together gift!).

Hii promised me that it was not like the Playstation 2 he plays alone every time I go out with friends for the evening. Hii said it would be fun for mii and the rest of the familii citing fun-sounding games like “Big Brain Academy” and “Cooking Mama.”

So, wii got it and hii was not lying. It rocks. [Related entriis: Wii party + future plans]

I think it is one of the best Big Ticket items for familiis of new babies for these thrii riisons (okay, I’ll stop with the “ii” — I’m making myself sick):

  1. It is interactive fun for you and your mate during short bursts of free time or after baby is in bed. Almost as easy as TV but gets the blood pumping and you laughing.
  2. Radically increases chances of free babysitting — you want your house to be the place your pals hang out while you go out for chocolate souffle, don’t you?
  3. Cheaper than therapy. Frustrated about too much crying and not enough sleep? Instead of score-keeping and saying mean things, challenge your man to a round of boxing or a dance off with Wii Boogie.

So, what about this new game, Wii Boogie?
Boogie (Microphone Included)Until this month, we had a couple of fun mini games (the one that came with the system and the one that came with a second “wiimote”). Boogie is our first foray into the more advanced party games. It’s DDR meets karaoke.

Karaoke holds a special place in my heart. On my first date with Alec, we took the F-Market past a karaoke place and I wistfully mentioned that I love karaoke and wanted to do it some time even though I find it exquisitely humiliating in fact. We did it together with a group of my friends on my 30th birthday (where my ex-boyfriend stole the show) and again after our wedding reception (where my sister and brother stole the show for different reasons).

Private karaoke is a different animal altogether. There’s no anonymity of the crowd at home. Nor is there enough free-flowing liquor to calm the nerves.

dancing machine in trainingThis boogie game is great to hone your karaoke craft, preparing you to take your little show on the road for a real audience. It is fun for groups of half-drunk friends cheering you wildly despite your abilities and singing the words (because they’re on screen). And it can easily suss out whether your husband really loves you (tone deaf much? just a little thanks).

The dance part of the game was easy for Alec to pick up but brought me to tears the second time we played (somehow my saying “please stop coaching me on finding the beat; you remind me of my brother when I was a kid and why I don’t play any sports that he was ever good at to this day” put an end to it). By the third time, I was rocking the dance combos and worried that my friends would be put off by my new mad skills.

Please come over and play with me. It’s no fun to Wii alone. Then it might as well be PlayStation.
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This review of the new game Wii Boogie was brought to you by Parent Bloggers. I got a review copy of the game but me and my moms bought the Wii.

In nervous anticipation of preschool

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

As Seen at Cool Mom PicksThis is the last week of our nanny share. We’ve been with her for almost two years M-F from 8a to 2p, and she’s family. It’s hard to imagine what next week will be like.

After Labor Day, Holden starts preschool. And the following week, little baby Milo (a whopping six months) will start at the same place for daycare (pre-preschool?). I’m nervous and excited. The big man could not be more extroverted and the little guy… well, I can’t even think about that without crying.

If gearing up on back-to-preschool is a luxury you can afford, I’d like to recommend the cool mom picks guide. It’s jam-packed with fun picks and juicy discounts.

I, on the other hand, will be draining the rest of my savings account to pay the upfront daycare costs and the “nanny closing costs” in the same week. But the stuff’s hecka cute just to look at.

Eight things about me (Whitney)

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

Angela White of A Nice Cup of Lizard has tagged me to join in the “8 Random Facts About Me” meme. I asked her for an extension immediately since I have a tiny baby to take care of, but since both my kids are asleep right now, it turns out I have time to write.

First, the Rules:

1) Post these rules before you give your facts

2) List 8 random facts about yourself

3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) people and list their names, linking to them

4) Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they’ve been tagged

And now… my facts:

1) My parents have been divorced since before I can remember. My dad remarried when I was four years old. Everyone is amicable and my mom is quite friendly with both my stepmother’s parents and with my half-sister (on my dad’s side, no relation to my mother).

2) I am co-writing a book, due out in April 2008. Writing with a partner has been surprisingly easy.

3) In 2000, I did the California AIDS ride, traveling by bicycle from San Francisco to Los Angeles in seven days. This was somewhat of a victory trip for me as I attempted the same trip in 1991 but fell off my bike and broke my elbow within the first hour of the journey.

4) In 1999, my boyfriend, now husband, and I took six weeks off from work and drove my Volvo station wagon around the country in a loop, just for fun. We kept a website documenting our travels, which required us to get our pictures developed along the way and bring a scanner and laptop on the trip.

5) I love mangoes.

6) I went to junior high with Leonardo DiCaprio.

7) I had my first baby via cesarean section and my second via la vagina. For those of you who landed on this web page for the wrong reasons, this event (achievement?) is known as VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean).

Number Eight: I can walk on my hands and do cartwheels on both sides.

And I tag you:

Emily from Geeky Girl Sees
Megan from Jumping Monkeys
Karen from MailboxTees
Ainslie from SharonandDoug.com
Alma from Marketing Mommy

“Is that number 3 in there?”

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Note to the world at large:
It is not very nice to say, “is that number 3 in there?” to a woman you hardly know. It’s almost always a bad idea.

Last night, Alec and I went to a party welcoming a friend back to town. And over the course of the conversation, I was introduced as his old roommate as well as a person who has been very busy in the last three years (marriage, two sons).

I was enjoying the change of pace to catch up with an old friend without the little ones around. Had a little beer (out of a can — how college!) and was in the middle of a glass of wine when the man asked me that awful question.

I chuckled it off and said very loudly and nervously, “that’s the belly from number two still going away” but I wanted to run and cry.

But I didn’t cry. I finished my awkward conversation, excused myself for a glass of water, and grabbed Alec so he could tell me how decidedly-unpregnant I look right now.

I’m never wearing that shirt again.

We all have our vices

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

Gotta love Babble and their ability to ruffle feathers and get discussion going. Have you heard the one about the pot smoking mom who deals better with her toddler when high?

While I can honestly say this is something I’m not likely to try myself. Nor would it be okay with me if I found out the babysitter, grandparent, or other caregiver were doing it on their shift. I think the biggest problem with her story is that she drove around with her toddler after the odd one-hit wonder.

When I reach my limit with two little ones — and I do, believe me — my husband has recommended to me that I put both kids in their respective cribs, make a hot cocoa, and watch sex in the city until the urge to scream passes.

We all have our vices. :-) What’s your guilty pleasure when you need to keep it together when you’d rather fall apart?