Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Been there

Bless me rabbi, for I have not blogged in a week. It is not because I don't have things to say about our recent, glorious trip to Colorado, because I do! In fact, the vacation was so fantastic, it's been a little harder than usual getting back into the old grind.

So, in the meantime, I'm going to link this post on Dooce.com. For anyone who doesn't know Dooce (aka Heather Armstrong) her blog is -- hands down -- the most read "mommy blog" of them all (probably even one of the most read blogs in general). She's funny and often crass, but also very real. She just had her second baby two weeks ago and today wrote about the adrenaline rush after natural childbirth (been there) her inability to fall asleep or stay asleep (been there), and her struggle with postpartum depression (been there).

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

45 Years!

In addition to Sunday being Father's Day and Cassandra's baby naming ceremony (more on that soon), it was also my parent's 45th wedding anniversary. I joke around and call them "The Bickersons," (get it?) but 45 years is an amazing feat any way you look at it. Here's a photo of them from my mom's high school prom in 1960 (before they were married):

Sunday, June 21, 2009

If these children are in therapy one day, it won't be because of an absent father

I mean that.

Brad is as involved as any parent could be (sometimes even to my dismay when I want to forge ahead stubbornly). He changes diapers, he trims fingernails, he discusses different sleep theories with me ad nauseum, he cooks dinners, he attends to late-night wake-ups, and on and on.

They couldn't be luckier children. I mean that too. Happy Father's Day Brad!

And here's Brad entertaining Cassandra on her first flight yesterday (from Virginia to Denver, Colorado):

Friday, June 19, 2009

"I was only going to do one marathon - really!"

Not me, silly...my sister! She has, in fact, run more than 30 marathons.

See this article about her on the website of the DC Road Runners Club, for which she is a coach. (She's a coach for the running club, not the website.)

Monday, June 15, 2009

A Cool Series of Photos

Zander and Brad camped out this weekend with some other families from Zander's preschool. I went for the afternoon festivities and the evening feast. But you know, you just can't camp with a six-month old, right? ;)

Below is a cool series of photos taken by one of the other parents.

P.S. And here's one of my excuse:

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Big Spaceship Project

Zander is building a spaceship. I don't know much about it other than that he has to collect every random piece of cr*p he finds for it. Sticks, cardboard, straws, rocks, more sticks, ribbon -- you name it -- it's all part of the big spaceship project taking up space in our garage. You can't miss it -- it's next to the big tool project Brad has been working on for the last, oh 45 years or so. You know, the one where he needs to own one two of every tool ever made just in case we need them? But, that's okay, both of those pale when compared to my
"take-up-four-closets-with-clothing-that-used-to-fit-and/or-might-fit-at-some-point-in-the-future" project.

P.S. Today was Cassandra's 6-month birthday. She is a remarkable baby who seems to subsist on less daytime sleep than any baby before her. She sits and she laughs and she smiles and she grabs. Most of all, she is enamored of her big brother who can almost always make her smile. His current song for her goes like this: "Cassandra is the best baby. Cassandra is the best baby" and over and over again ad infinitum. I wonder if he plans on taking her with him in his spaceship?

Monday, June 8, 2009

First Harvest

Zander's preschool has a garden and some of the families have plots within that garden. We are the newbies to gardening and have relied heavily on the advice of others, at least one of whom is a 'master gardener.'

On Saturday we had our first harvest, consisting of some lettuce and a few radishes. It was pretty darn exciting (for us).

And just like so many parenting books say...involve your child in the preparation of (or growing of) food and he or she is more likely to eat it. Zander couldn't wait to try the salad at dinner. The next day he asked, "Did we eat all the radishes last night? Bummer."

Friday, June 5, 2009

Picture yourself in a boat on a river

Zander had his 5-year pediatric check-up today and I got to take him. I say "I got to" because any time alone with Z is special to me these days. We just don't have it as much as we used to.

Just the fact that he is five (five!) and already his own little person amazes me. On the way to the appointment, he noted that it was "rush hour," which indeed it was. I asked how he knew that and he said he saw a Metro train with eight cars on it and they usually do that for rush hour. (Really? Now I'm learning things from him.)

Next, while we're waiting in the exam room this happens:

Zander: "Can I have your phone to take a picture?"
Zander: [pause] [smile]
Zander: "...picture yourself in a boat on a river..."
Get it? He was singing the lyrics to the Beatles song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.

Finally, we bring Zander's Taggies blanket to these check-ups in case he gets a shot. Since it was raining outside, I kept her (Taggies is a 'she') in my purse. At one point early in the check-up Zander said to the doctor, "I'm ready for my shot now!" (I think this was because he wanted Taggies.) Regardless, when the time came and he was clutching Taggies, the shot came and went without even a whimper from Z.

If only we all had a Taggies, right?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Almost forgot about our other child

I'm kidding, of course. She'll be six months old next week (!), has two teeth, and just like her brother at this age -- has very little hair.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The times...they are a changin'

We had a 5th birthday party for Zander this weekend. His actual birthday isn't for a few days, although this distinction is surprisingly hard for him to grasp. (For years he has been able to tell people the exact date of his birthday, but all of a sudden he thinks it has changed to the day his party was held.)

Anyway, for the first time, the boy party goers stuck somewhat close together, traveling in a pack, wielding blow-up aliens and whacking other party guests with said aliens. The girls also stuck together, either coloring, running from the boys, or doing something else less bouncing-off-the-walls-like. Truthfully, it's a bit sad to me that children go through these phases. I realize it is totally normal, blah blah.

And although Zander still loves his trains, they seem to be taking a back seat to aliens (see this post) and to these...

He calls them "fierce warriors" and is collecting the different medieval figurines. He plays with them for hours. They fight. I think they might even die. Gasp! I know this type of play is important for boys. I've watched Raising Cain. Doesn't mean he's not my sweet boy, right? It's just a new phase.