After dinner, Tai was checking everything out, and he saw this church. Mom went over and helped him light it. It was exactly like when I was a kid. I'd finish Christmas dinner early at my Grandma's house and head into the family room. This church and set of little people would be waiting. I'd play with Santa and Mrs. Claus. I'd make the angels fly. But mostly I'd just enjoy the warm light from the church.
Even though Grandma has been gone for two Christmases now (this will be the third), I missed her in an especially visceral way. Realizing that this set was *her* set hit me right in the gut.
I can't go back to that time, being a kid, experiencing the magic of Christmas with my grandparents (and for a time, great-grandparents). I can try to recreate it for Tai, but it won't be the same. The baton has been passed. I am now Mom. Mom is now Grandma. It's strange, but there is still magic.
So this was Tai, yesterday evening. His hair was slightly damp, and it was curly and adorable. But it was also hanging in his eyes most of the time and it was hard for him to see. I've been debating what to do about it for weeks. More. Leave it long? Cut it? I went back and forth, back and forth. Finally I made a decision.
How the hell did he go from baby to Boy in 3.2 seconds? I cannot even believe it. I have been looking at him all day today and wondering where time went. Of course, a big part of that is because he starts preschool tomorrow morning. I cut his hair for school - I didn't think he could see with it the way it was. Clips didn't stay in his hair, it didn't stay behind his ear... it just hung over his eyes and he didn't really even push it away much.
This morning I asked him - 'do you want to get your hair cut, or do you want to leave it long?' I didn't put the cut second, because sometimes toddlers just default to the second choice. He said he wanted it cut. So we went out to Kids Cuts and he picked out a car to sit in and watched Thomas the Train and after less than half an hour it was done. I got teary, but he didn't even seem to notice.
I did save a couple of his locks of hair.
Also - I got back on Parlodel today. It's time to think about a second baby, so it's also time to get the prolactin under control. Change is in the air.
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Saturday morning - breakfast at The Hipster Diner (tm). We have to go bright and early, before the hipsters wake up from their party-sleeps. Otherwise I get cranky while waiting in line to get a seat. Tai impresses even the hippest of hipsters with his adorableness. Fortunately there was no skinny dude in low-rise jeans sitting at the bar and showing a good two plus inches of crack. Pancakes were delicious, and Tai ate almost a whole fruit cup himself.
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After looking at Macy's, Crate and Barrel, Restoration Hardware and a place called Ana Furniture (which only had super-modern furniture, like a mint green leather couch) we were hungry. We'd also (gasp) left the City and headed down to San Mateo. Food around us was limited - food court, Taco Bell, TGI Friday's or hunting up something random. Tom was starving, I like Mudslides so we headed off to TGIF.
While true vegetarian food was limited, we managed to find something to appease us all and enjoyed our dinners. Tom had a Caprese Lasagna salad, I had Key West shrimp (and a totally expensive Mudslide with practically no alcohol) and we shared a fried green bean appetizer.
Tai's at the stage where he wants some of whatever we're eating. Usually I bring him Cheerios, just in case, but I hadn't yet replaced the bag that Luna and Cocoa ate the other day. Fortunately we discovered that if we scraped the breading off the beans Tai would eat them.
So Tai had green beans (*much* tastier than the pureed type), pasta, and a bit of fried eggplant. He loved it, and managed to eat most of it, though there was quite a bit that ended up in the high-chair. It's so much fun to watch him discover new types of food. He loves to eat (just like his Momma).
We also stood in line for Pictures with Santa. Tai watched all the other kids in line, waved at Santa from a distance, and when I put him on Santa's lap...
burst into tears. He couldn't be comforted by either Tom or I standing nearby, or the raucous older ladies waiting in line (sans kids. Kick ass!), or the dancing stuffed animals the photographers tried, so we gave up without a picture. We'll have to give it a try next weekend. Even though one of the bystanders suggested a crying picture would be cute, too - I didn't really want to commemorate the poor kids trauma. Gotta watch out for those weird old guys in red suits. Never know!
Tom's mom made Tai an incredibly soft mouse costume, complete with ears, feet and hands. It was all quite a bit big (due to my inept measuring) except, ofcourse, for the head part which was too small. Unfortunately the weather was crappy - humid and warm - so I think Tai was hot dressed up, too. At least it didn't rain.
We started our day heading down to Cupertino to attend the Halloween Party at Tom's office. I hadn't known that it was going to be a costume party until the day before, so I had to throw something together quickly. Actually, I'm a bit proud of my 'costume'. I darkened the bags under my eyes, mis-buttoned my shirt, messed up my hair and wore maternity pants - and a sign (pinned on with a diaper pin) that said 'Desperate Housewife will trade baby 4 freedom'. Tom wore a suit and tie, wore a bluetooth earpiece, numbers and an ID saying 'Lehman Brothers'. I suggested he get face paint and make it look like he'd been in an accident and go as a stock broker 'after the crash'. As it was, he came in third in the group costume contest. Tai and I shared ice cream (he had a couple of tiny tastes) and he did his adorable baby routine for Tom's co-workers.
After that, we went to the Mom's Group, where he was the only mouse. There were three monkeys, a bear, a kangaroo, an elephant, a smurf (and smurfette!), and little red riding hood. The babies were all in a mood, and taking pictures was not an easy feat. It was cool to meet a couple of the Dads, too. We had a short meeting, then headed down to the main street in our little neighborhood for 'trick or treating'. Mostly we just checked out other kids in costumes.
Finally we headed to John and Kendra's for their Halloween party. By that time Tai was tired of his costume, but he enjoyed crawling around on their floor and playing with their dog's toys. He even managed to stay awake while we handed out candy. He loved watching all the little kids. It was a successful night. I just wish I had trick-or-treated with him so I could eat his candy.
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Five months ago right now I was in the hospital, possibly sleeping, possibly attempting to nurse you, certainly falling in love with you. It’s only gotten better since then.
It’s been a big month. (Has there been any month I haven’t said that?) You learned to roll over from your back to your belly and now we barely lay you down on your back before you roll over to check out the world. Fortunately you still sleep on your back, but I’m sure that won’t last long. Once you’re on your belly, you look around, play with your toys and look in the mirror and all the time your legs are going going going. You are so frustrated that you can’t crawl yet! You can, however, turn yourself around.
You want to be sitting up all the time. Though you can't quite sit up by yourself yet, you can if you're propped up. When Dad holds you in the evening, you elbow him in the stomach if he's just letting you lean back. You need to be sitting straight up. You want to be ready for whatever comes along.
You discovered your feet, with which you are now endlessly fascinated. You like to play with them when you wake up in the morning and after your (45 minute) naps. You sometimes manage to stick your toes in your mouth. And you love to kick. When you are laying in your bassinet, you kick and kick to see the puppy mobile dance.
You've also discovered Luna and Cocoa. You love to watch them, no matter what they're doing. You try to reach out and grab them, even though I only let you grab Luna. I'm trying to teach you how to pet them gently. You are fascinated by the beasts and when you're crying, they can distract you by wrestling, barking, or just walking by.
You love to grab *everything* - and usually stick it in your mouth. You grab Dad’s and my hair and glasses, our food, Dad’s beer bottle, my soda can, my food, my books, my magazines, whatever you can find. You’ve also decided that exploring my mouth is so interesting. You check out my teeth and my tongue and it cracks you up.
You love to giggle. When I buzz in your neck, when I nibble your feet or fingers, when I razz your belly. When Daddy makes funny faces. When we play the ‘who’s the cutest baby’ game. Sometimes when I bounce you and sing ‘Yankee Doodle’. When I play ‘this little piggy’ with your toes.
You love to flirt. No matter where we go, you share your grin with everyone. You were popular at Pride, at Gestalt (your first Mission dive bar), at John’s birthday party, at the 4th of July. You’re an amazing trainer baby - a friend of ours didn’t want to hold you because babies always cried when he held them… not you! You flirted and grinned and cooed. He offered to babysit you. You’re converting everyone! Especially your Aunt Melissa and Uncle Pat, who you met over the 4th of July weekend.
You aren’t a fan of sleeping, except at night. You’re becoming quite good at slipping out of your swaddler. And you don’t want to miss out on anything good. You’ve also gotten your first cold (blame Dad for that one), but you seem to be weathering it well.
You’ve met some new friends at a Mommy and Baby group here in San Francisco, and gone to Wine and Whiners once and will probably go again.
You still love your Sophie toy best, but you also enjoy your elephants, your teething blanket, your seal and your puppies. You’re discovering the fun of keys, both plastic and real.
I have a little song I sing you - "You are my Tai. You are my boy. You are my guy. You are my joy." I'm not a very good lyricist, but you don't seem to mind. You are still and always my sweetest boy, my wonderful child, my Tai. I can’t wait to see what this next month brings.Love always,
This year was one of the best Pride's I've been to - probably because so many people turned out to celebrate the legalization of gay marriage in California. I'm pretty sure this was the most crowded Pride I've been to as well. We only stuck around for an hour and a half or so before I got totally overwhelmed and needed to head out. I'm lucky I listened to Tom and skipped the stroller in favor of the Bjorn. Plus, it was nice to bask in the reflected glow of my baby.
Tai had a wonderful time. He was quite the popular boy. So many people stopped us to say hi to him or take his picture. It was like traveling with a celebrity. I almost didn't want to let Tom carry him, because I had so much fun showing him off. But my back was getting tired, so I had to share the glory.
He was awake for most of the time, but he crashed out toward the end. Too much stimulation for a little guy. But we plan on taking him back next year. The verdict is still out as to whether or not we'll hit Folsom Street.
Quick amusing story: A couple of nights ago Tai and I were in bed nursing just before we went to sleep. Tom was getting ready, so he didn't get in bed until Tai was part way through. When Tom sat down, Tai looked up from the boob, right at Tom and started crying. I coaxed him back to the breast and he calmed right down. A couple of seconds later, he looked over at Tom again and started crying. This happened several times in a row. It cracked me up. It was like he was saying, "Dad, no interrupting us! I want it to be just me and Momma."
Of course he wasn't. He was just trying to look over at Dad and nurse at exactly the same time, and when he couldn't he got frustrated. But it still makes me giggle.
Unfortunately, Tom got sick on Sunday night and stayed home from work today. He's got some cold/flu thing. So we're probably going to be having Tai's first illness in the next few days or so. I'm getting a sore throat myself. But I'm hoping that Tai will benefit from the antibodies in my breastmilk and shake the cold much more quickly than Tom has. If it were my choice, of course, I'd keep Tai from getting sick at all. I wish I could protect him, even from little things like that.
Today Tai and I met up with Anat and Talya, even though Tai has been whiney. I figured it would do both of us good to get out into the lovely San Francisco weather and have some social time. I was thinking about going to the SF zoo since it's free admission day, but no one was available to accompany us. We had fun with Anat instead.
We had a coffee and snack at Progressive Grounds, spent some money at Heartfelt (I had to buy Tai an adorable hat, then I found a teether for him and some presents for Melly) then headed out into the sunshine. We walked up to Holly Park where Anat showed us how to enjoy a swing even when you're a baby. My bright idea? Have Tai and Talya share a swing. It worked wonderfully. Both babies laughed and talked while Anat and I pushed them. It was a great way to celebrate Talya's six month birthday. Six months already!
Later today I left Tai in his carseat for a bit while I ate some dinner, and he discovered his feet for the first time. I'm not sure he understood what they were, or that they were his... but he definitely grabbed his left foot. He's getting to be so smart. (hee!)
And because I can't resist... ( More pics under here... )