Friday, April 15, 2011

Baby Dana version 2.0

So, we are delighted to finally announce that Kate is going to be a big sister!  I am due at the end of October but am likely to deliver earlier than that based on how my first pregnancy progressed.  We are hoping to keep Baby Dana version 2.0 incubating for at least 35 weeks if not more and can use all of our loved ones' positive thoughts and prayers that it will happen.  In the meantime, I am overcoming some serious fatigue, mild but persistent nausea and headaches and hoping they lessen or abate in another week or so.

Kate does not quite understand what all of this means or what being a big sister entails, except that her mama is not as eager to engage in as much dance and physical play.  However, she was intrigued by the nurse's use of the doppler to find a heartbeat and the ba-bum-ba-bum galloping of the fetus's heartbeat.  She wants me to repeat this story multiple times with sound effects in response to her question of why I was at the doctor's office, and she refers to it as the "heartbeeps."  A play doctor's kit with a working stethoscope is now in order, since she was fascinated that we all have "heartbeeps."

Friday, January 7, 2011

2010 Year in Review


Welcome friends.  This is late, and so are our Christmas cards that just went in the mail box.  That is just how we roll. 

I keep saying that, “I love this age,” and then Kate grows older, and I say, “no, really.  I really love this age.”  Kate is now 28 months old, and I really love this age.  This summer and fall, we did lots of traveling and memory creating.  Kate is babbling incessantly (much to the chagrin of her daddy who can’t seem to avoid constant babbling from the women in his life) and making more and more sense.  She sings the ABC song but skips the "L, M, N, O" section.  She identifies letters and other items on posters, signs and billboards, which makes car trips a bit more entertaining. The other day in the car, she stated with thoughtful reflection:  “Mama, I love to dance.”  This is quite true.  She also recently commented (with some coaching):  “Mama is a goofball.”  This is also true. 

Auntie Brittany taught her this, and it stuck.
Everything that remotely resembles a phone now becomes one.


Toddler Kate-isms 2010 Edition

DADDY:  (Pointing to one on front lawn) This is a dandelion.
KATE:  (Hearing “Dandy Lion”) Roarrrr!

While reading a book about a pet dragon named Custard, I asked Kate if she had a pet dragon. She said she did. Surprised, I asked what her pet dragon's name was, and she replied: "Kate Dragon."  She now adds “Kate” before every type of “pet” animal she acquires.

One evening, Kate asked for a word to describe the humidifier/vaporizer in her room. At first, she said something resembling "humidifier," then she said "hair on fire!" and laughed, until she began hiccoughing.

Chris and I are having entirely too much fun as a result of Kate's current pronunciation of "coo-coo clock."  We are furiously trying to work on her “ls.”

Kate enjoys standing atop an upside down bucket while attempting to dance and sing nonsensical lyrics at the top of her lungs, pausing and waiting for my applause.  Lately, her lyrics make more sense, and she uses her large crayons as pretend microphones during her impromptu singing and dancing performances. One day, she was heard singing "'winkle, 'winkle, little stars...wowa under what you are. . . next time won't you sing with Mama?"


Obligatory Strange Health Problem

In February, I suffered from what looked like a flesh-eating virus.  What started out as a suspected sinus infection spread across my face as a painful, hot redness.  Chris urged me to go to urgent care, and they were alarmed and unsure what was going on.  After visiting urgent care and my primary doctor 4 times, we determined that it was cellulitis, a bacterial skin infection.  I received antibiotic injections and Prednisone that kicked it and the nagging pain in my pelvic joint since Sept. '09.

Later that month, at age 34, I also finally had my bottom 2 wisdom teeth surgically extracted.  People thought I was nuts to do it without sedation, but honestly, if I can endure a C-section without being put under, a bit of pain in my mouth post-surgery is not a problem.  The oral surgeon was so relaxed and talked with me throughout the procedure.  And, despite the ominous introductory DVD they show you before the procedure warning of possible loss of taste and tongue sensations, recovery was swift with no complications.

My primary doctor also put me on BP medication.  While Zumba-ing, I almost fainted.  Fortunately, she listened to me and halved my dose.  I hope to eliminate it altogether through weight loss, a healthy diet and exercise.

Extreme Easter

In April, we attended "Operation Extreme Egg Drop" at a local church.  For those unfamiliar with the concept, a bunch of plastic eggs filled with candy are dropped from a helicopter in a field.  This is a competitive sport and not for the weak or small!  Unfortunately, Kate and I were not aggressive enough compared with the other under 3 set.  We only recovered empty plastic shells.  She had more luck at an egg hunt organized by a member of our working mom's play group a few weeks later.  Thanks, Belen and Rich!

Before we dropped Kate off at her Nana's house
Iridescent Anniversary (and an Engagement)

We celebrated our 3rd anniversary in grand fashion by attending Detroit Restaurant Week and dining at Iridescence atop the Motor City Casino.  Chris ordered a 5 course tasting menu, and we were delighted with everything we tasted from top to bottom.  It was also our first experience with controversial foie gras (stuffed duck liver.)  Earlier that day, we had our first Chuck 'e Cheese experience.  It was quite a juxtaposition.

Even more important than the news of Prince William’s recent engagement, my sister, Brittany, and her fabulous long time boyfriend, Josh, got engaged on Easter weekend.  We are so excited for them.  Their nuptials are scheduled for June 2012 after she finishes her engineering degree at Michigan Tech.  I am so proud of her!  Kate will be their flower girl, I a bridesmaid and Chris will be their photographer.

Congrats, Brit & Josh!
Summer Road Tripping 2010

In June, we took a junket to the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island as a family for my professional leadership conference.  We had 5 course dinners at the hotel but usually only made it to the 4th course before Kate would announce "all done!" and demand to leave immediately.  This helped my diet.  She also rocked it out with the band during dinner to the amusement of the extremely attentive staff.  One of the strangely almost all Jamaican waiters asked her, "So, what's your name, sweetie?"  Kate's response:  "Me."  Of course.


That same month, Chris finished our backyard storage shed with materials gifted by his Mom and brother.  It turned out wonderfully with the assistance of our neighbor and friend, Mike.  He also stained the deck a color that complemented the house and shed and planted even more colorful flowers and fruits and vegetables.


July found us in Minneapolis for our friends Amber and Travis’s nuptials.  Chris photographed their wedding, and they put us up in a hotel with an indoor water park.  I am not sure who had more fun at the water park – Chris or Kate.  As a happy diversion, Kate and I visited my old grade school friend, Stephanie, and her family who now live in Minneapolis.  We played in the sand and sun of a metro beach and mediated disputes over baby doll strollers.  After the wedding, we also hit up the Mall of America and its indoor amusement park, Lego Land and left with a new American Girl doll.  On our way home, we met our friends, the Ablers, at Madison, Wisconsin’s zoo with their two boys before heading home. 


At the water park
Playing with her friend Gretchen at a Minneapolis Public beach








Kate and her friend Ty on Pine Lake in Michigan
Just before Labor Day, Kate and I attempted to eek out the last gasp of summer by spending an afternoon at our friend’s parents’ Lake House on Pine Lake.  We shared good grilling food, water toys and watched 2-year-olds discover burying their feet in the sand and filling and dumping sand from buckets and dump trucks.  Kate and Dora were explorers.  During our “fast boat ride,” Kate and Ty excitedly pointed out the colorful buoys (AKA “boobies” in toddler speak.)  Onya and I surprised each other when we pulled off our shirts to reveal the exact same swim suit top with different bottoms we recently purchased separately.

Onya and me - The Kohl's Catalog
Kate and Dora - the Explorers

We made our ritual trip to Manitowoc, WI over Labor Day Weekend to see the Abler Family.  As usual, it was full of laughter and hijinx.  The kids had fun, too.  We attended a kite festival along Lake Michigan.  We went to a science museum and out for sushi in Milwaukee.  And we went to Sam’s Club for some ahi tuna.  This is what happens when scientists, toddlers and foodies collide.

Matthew, Kate and Benjamin

Chris -  The Rock Star!
In August, Chris volunteered to fill out a strings section with a Grand Rapids-based indie rock band called The Bowery for their concert at the Frederick Meijer Gardens.  Kate and I attended their first rehearsal, and Kate was in heaven - live rock band accompanied by strings in a cramped warehouse space in Grand Rapids (check.) Random drums and other equipment to play while waiting (check.) She danced and smiled and banged the drums and then just sat leaning against me looking up into my eyes periodically with a look of pure joy and a "thank you, mama."  We also attended the actual concert with a large group of friends – old and new.  Kate was the Energizer Bunny of dancing and almost tried to rush the stage.
 
 Kate Monster Turns Terrible Two
The weekend before her actual birthday, we threw Kate a close family only 2nd birthday party at our house.  Chris spent hours smoking and pulling pork prepared Carolina style and BBQ style.  It was the perfect number of people – just grandparents and first aunts and uncles.

9/1/10 – marked Kate’s first pee pee on the potty.  She did this on demand for 2 weeks and then stopped without explanation.  However, she still avidly reads about Prudence and her potty adventures and requests a “new diapy” when she poops.  Sigh.  We will try again later, perhaps using our friends’, Clay and Onya’s potty party and boot camp method.

   
Smart Phone?

OK; it's not an iPad, but this fall, we broke down and purchased first generation Droid smart phones.  Once I got over the additional $30/month data plan cost, I loved the convenience and on-the-go functionality.  However, I refuse to pay the additional cost of unlimited texts, since we can now email each other freely.  So, if I do not respond to your texts, that is why. 

“When in doubt, don't be douchey." - Jon Stewart, unveiling the motto of the Rally to Restore Sanity

Down with Fear, Up with Sanity!
The two cutest ralliers
Kate and her Gram

Over Halloween weekend, we journeyed to DC to visit Chris’s Mom and Brother and to attend the Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert “Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear” on the capitol mall.  We also felt badly about missing the prior “Restoring Honor” rally hosted by our favorite (cough) TV personality, Glenn Beck.  It was surreal and remarkable.  One group protested abortion rights dressed like pink elephants, and a baby boomer feminist shouted “we love it!” at them.  “Tolerance” and “free speech” ruled the day.  I felt very patriotic and American bringing my family to witness the event.  We were perhaps the most entertained by the creative homemade “protest” signs.  Some of our favorites:  “I masturbate to Christine O’Donnell.”  (BTW, she told me that she is NOT a witch), “My political views cannot be summed up in a pithy sign.”  “Yes, we can disagree without demonizing.”

Kate met her best buddy "Jappers" (with Uncle Bill)

"I love you, Jappers."
We spent Thanksgiving in Virginia Beach with Kate’s Gram and Uncle Bill.  Uncle Bill bought Kate her very own stuffed “Jappers” dog in homage to his actual dog “Jasper,” who Kate adores.  She had fun following everyone to the bathroom with the same plaintive inquiry outside the closed door:  “Come in?” 
 
One Saturday evening (12/4/10), I explained to Kate that she used to live in my belly when she was very little.  She was transfixed.  I also asked her if she wants to be a big sister some day and further explained that her little brother or sister would also live in my belly for a while.  I’m quite sure that she imagined some kind of alien pod-like scenario and thinks I am a loon.  The next morning, while clutching her own baby doll, she pointed to my belly and stated:  “Baby in there.”  Yeah.  Not so much.

Kate and I attended her daddy’s Christmas concert with the Mason Philharmonic and Symphony orchestras along with good friend Lori.  Chris was the Concertmaster, and when he came out to tune the orchestra, Kate clapped enthusiastically and shouted:  “I love you, Daddy!”  She proceeded to ignore my many efforts to keep her occupied, including new coloring books, books and snacks and decided she would help to conduct the orchestra and dance.  At the end of the concert, she again clapped enthusiastically and hollered “More violin!”  That’s our girl.

Later in December, I helped organize and host a professional luncheon event for about 110 people.  It was like planning a wedding – complete with late RSVPs, concerns over the guest count, etc.

Beast in the Kitchen

Toward the end of November, and without explanation, Chris began baking uncontrollably.  Every day, I would return from work, and he would continue his carb creating crusade.  One day, it was homemade bagels that tasted like heaven without any toppings.  The next day it was English muffins, and the next it was soft pretzels or French baguette.  For Christmas morning, he made an Armenian soft choereg braided bread similar to challah.  Aside from the bread, he also baked Christmas cookies for my cookie exchange with the neighbors (I did ice the 8 dozen lemonade cookies), and other cookies and cakes for the family.  He received a T-shirt that read, appropriately, “Beast in the Kitchen” from Kate for Christmas along with some on-line culinary lessons from Top Chef contestants.


We dined at our friends Chris and Melissa’s house close to the holidays.  Kate got to hold and pet a 16 lb domesticated rabbit, chase a big dog and ride on a real, live horse.  What a pleasure to sit in a room in front of a roaring natural fire and a lit Christmas tree chatting with good friends!  I think Kate had a bit of crush on Sgt. Chris, even though he was not wearing his police uniform at the time.

Melissa holds bunny

Chris, Melissa and Kate




Christmastime

We spent the Christmas holidays in Michigan this year with the Torossian and Breitmeyer clans.  It also allowed us some time with close friends in town from NY and CA.  Kate received an animated rocking horse with sound effects from her Papa and Granny.  After overcoming her initial mild fear, she named him “Number Two.”  Poor thing shares a name with poo.  She frequently asks to wear her gigantic, multi-colored tutu from them, as well.  Coupled with her new, fancy dress-up box heels, her look is complete.  And she never puts down her new laptop that allows her to send and receive real e-mail and create music playlists from her Grandma CeCe.  And I think Chris is going to take a hit out on my Mom for buying her a keyboard that plays a variety of tunes.  It is rarely ever off, and Kate sings along with it.  My Aunt Linda and Uncle Jerry received one particularly annoying toy back from Chris over Christmas, complete with poem he read aloud explaining why - namely, the lack of an off switch.

On our way home from Papa and Granny's house, we picked up our diabetic cat, Roxy, who was boarded at her vet's office.  Unlike most dogs, she is not fond of car rides and yowls the entire way home.  As she commenced her yowls this time, Kate comforted her with:  "Sorry, Roxy.  Almost home!"

Kate asks to wear her tutu every other day.  Note also the dress up heels.

Kate was unsure of Santa but would talk to him and accept a candy cane.




2010 in the "News" Random Rundown

JetBlue employee, Steven Slater, swore at a customer, tossed back a few beers and exited via an ER chute while on the airport runway in JFK Airport.  I admit that I've felt like this at work before, but I did not tell the citizen, co-worker or opposing party to "F" off, drink from a flask in my briefcase and jump out of my second floor office window.  Doing that just does not have the desired dramatic effect and probably would not warrant the creation of a Wikipedia site in its honor.

Actor Jeremy London, a recovering addict and actor, claimed to have been kidnapped and forced to do drugs by unnamed assailants.  I’m going to use that excuse the next time I go on a bender.

Frankly, Heidi Montag's post-operative boobs scare me.  10 plastic surgeries in one day? Is this what a Barbie doll would look like in real life?  Maybe her husband, Spencer, lacks anatomically correct parts, as well.  And I like one web site's suggestion that maybe what she really needed was a head transplant.

Kevin Smith, Director of cult hit “Clerks,” was deemed "too fat to fly" by Southwest Airlines, who may not charge extra for bags, but maybe should work a bit on customer service.  He quipped that they picked on the "wrong sedentary, processed-foods eater!"  Indeed.

And Mel Gibson.  What can I say, man?  You are one crazy MF.  Let this be a lesson to all of us to not hire Tiger Woods’s or Mel Gibson’s publicists.

After a tumultuous year in which it was revealed that her husband fathered a child with another woman, we experienced the sad loss of Elizabeth Edwards on 12/7/10, at age 61 to cancer.  RIP, you smart, kind and classy lady.

I am hoping Julian Assange, founder of whistleblower website Wikileaks, has been unable to access my teenage journals.  I might get grounded retroactively. 

I think we should require the BP oil executives and other company executives responsible for the explosion and spill to bathe in oil for three months - the duration of the oil spill in 2010.

In November, we elected a new Michigan Governor, a "tough nerd," JD, venture capitalist and accountant with no government experience.  We changed our letterhead at work with hope.  Nationally, Pelosi is no longer Madam Speaker, and the Senate has more Republicans just in time for redistricting.  Then, President Obama and the lame duck Congress passed a slew of productive and important legislation before the close of the session.  Way to go?
TSA began offering airline passengers the choice between full body scans or intimate pat downs at US airports.  At least we get to decide how we want our privacy to be invaded by strangers for the sake of a false sense of security.  Do not believe the guy offering you a grocery cart when he tells you that you must remove your bra and shirt before entering your local Walmart.  Take it from me - it is not legit.

88-year-old Betty White made a freakin’ awesome SNL host.  Why did Facebook not think of this before?

And my husband’s favorite trivia question answer and punchline, Gary Coleman, died in May at the age of 42.  Wait for it..."Whatchyou talkin' 'bout, Willis?"

One drawback to the high profile, miraculous rescue of the Chilean miners – the captive with one wife and one mistress – who, previously unknown to his wife, showed up to a prayer vigil before his rescue.  To make matters worse, he invited both to observe his rescue.  Perhaps staying in the mine would have been safer.  

OK; and falling under the WTH category:  The Shake Weight.  I cannot watch the demo in the commercial without laughing like a middle schooler.  I do not see how one can be taken seriously while giving a hand job to an exercise device.   A close second is the Trojan vibrator commercial with testimonials from satisfied women customers and their impressed fiancés that are airing at 8 o’clock at night.  

On that note, we wish you and your family a happy, prosperous and healthy New Year.  We hope that you, too, were blowing your Vuvuzelas at the strike of midnight.  Dance like no one is watching, or like you are a 2-year-old (video shot by my best friend, Shanti, on 12/23/10):




















Monday, September 13, 2010

Kate 2 year stats.

Here she is dancing while her Daddy performs the violin with the Grand-Rapids Indie Rock Band The Bowery at the Frederik Meijer Gardens on 8/24/10.



Kate submitted to her 2-year check up today and passed with flying colors. And, according to Daddy, she was very brave when receiving 3 shots. She likes to wear other peoples' shoes whenever possible and finds it particularly challenging to balance in Mommy's 3 inch heels.

She is 35.5 inches tall (85%) and 29 lbs, 3 ozs (77%) with a head circumference in the 89th percentile to house her gigantic brain. Lately, besides trying on shoes, she likes to attempt to count and say the alphabet, babble a constant stream to us, the cats or anyone else who will listen to a dimpled toddler who likes to use hand gestures and laugh at her own nonsensical stories. She now says, "I love you, too," instead of the less satisfying "I love you, Daddy."

She picks up anything that resembles a phone and commences imaginary conversations where she says the following: "Hi. How're you? Fine. OK. OK. Um. Uh-huh. OK. Bye!" When a particularly catchy commercial comes on, or she is watching her beloved "Doo-Doo-Doo Dora" or "The Backyardigans," she declares: "I dance!" much like Mike Meyers did on the SNL skit "Sprokets." Occasionally, she also offers: "Mommy dance?!" What proceeds can only be described as the Energizer Bunny of dancing.

It seems that as soon as she turned 2, she also immediately became more willful and combative in an attempt to assert her opinion and independence. I am glad for her sass in some ways and realize that this is only the beginning of our battles. She no longer goes to bed without an argument. But she is also using a fork and a spoon without assistance and going pee-pee on the potty after only 2 weeks of attempts. And she is a perfect angel when a guest at someone else's house.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Let's Go Jump in the Lake.

In an attempt to eek out the last few days of summer, we hit the beach. Our neighbors and friends, Jay and Lori, invited us and some other friends to Jay's parents' lake house in Plainwell, MI for a Saturday afternoon of fun. C could not join us, because he was photographing a wedding in Detroit. Fortunately, the rain cleared up by mid-afternoon, and the sun came out. Here Kate and Dora, the "explorers," enjoy the shore.

The waves come crashing in.

Kate and Ty play in the sand. Although Ty was initially "afraid" of the sand on his feet, he eventually made peace with it while learning the joys of burying his feet in the sand. "Hop, hop, bunny," Kate says.

Onya and I did not plan this, but we wound up looking like a Kohl's catalog advertising different options for this two piece suit.

Kate admiring baby Sophia and chatting with Ty's daddy.

Preparing for a "fast" boat ride where the toddlers identified the colors on the buoys (AKA "boobies.")

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Kate Turns 2!

We celebrated Kate's 2nd birthday by throwing her a small close family only party at our house on Sat., 8/14. When everyone arrived, Kate decided to ride the lion - what else?

Chris spent hours smoking pork butt (I like saying "pork butt") and preparing it "Carolina style" and BBQ.

Here are some of the guests waiting for some cake, including all three of her uncles, her Granny and Grandpa Joe.

Uncle Josh and Aunt Brittany

Sisters

Kate's reaction to having "Happy Birthday" sung to her.


"Where's my piece of cake?"

"Phew!"

Mommy and her not so little girl

Opening presents with Daddy neatly and politely. She kept ripping a small amount of paper off and taking it diligently to the trash bag held by her Uncle Bill. Her favorites were Elmo-related items and her new stroller/cradle/high chair combo for her baby dolls.