Thursday, April 28, 2005

Well, it's been five whole months since I got my digital camera, and I have been REALLY lazy about it, but I am finally able to download the digital pictures I've been taking since Christmas! Don't congratulate me too soon, as I actually deserve none of the credit for this feat. My brother gave us a new computer and my dad put a bunch of software on it, and nice guy that he is, he installed it for me. So, lo and behold, I present you with five months' worth of pictures! Knowing how I usually publish each and every picture sent to me and my pride in my own photography, you know what restraint I had to exhibit in only publishing this selection. I have plenty more people! But here is the best of January 2005 to the present:

Bob loves this picture, for obvious reasons. Basketball or soccer? Either one is ok with him.

She LOVES to go take off running down the sidewalk.

This may be my favorite picture of all time. Although I didn't mean to put in a corporate plug. That is diluted apple juice by the way. This was taken just the other day in our backyard, and the little dickens had no idea she was embarrassing herself. Hee hee! Perfect time for mama to take a picture!

Feigned surprise. She was totally posing.

Ah, what joy in toys! This reminds me of Scrooge bathing in his money from that duck cartoon. Maybe no one will remember but me.

Easter was a tad overwhelming!

At this point, Lilli hadn't figured out that you push this toy rather than sit in it. She kept getting stuck. Great mother that I am, instead of rescuing her right away, I took a picture first. Look at that pout!

Sitting in the swing at Lummi with mama.

She's fallen and she can't get up!

Here is Lilli, at 14 or 15 months, threatening to hit me if she doesn't get her way. . .

Here is Lilli hugging her toy.

When Lilli had just started to walk we decided to go to the park.

Ahhhh.

She wasn't sure what she thought about the whole sliding thing. No control. She likes control. Just like her mommy :)

The first time I let Lilli try to feed herself with a spoon. Very successful ;)

Lilli at 13 months, reading her Christmas book (upside down) in her Christmas pajamas.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Poopy head

The worst thing about Lilli being 17 months? She can totally understand what I am saying, but it is completely reasonable for her, at 17 months, to pretend she doesn't know what I 'm saying, and she TOTALLY takes advantage of that. SO UNFAIR. She doesn't let ME get away with that crap. If I try to pretend I don't understand, she gets PISSED OFF. But if I try to to communicate something to her, and she doesn't want to understand, she just blissfully ignores me and gives me a hint of a wry smile, like "ha! you can't PROVE that I understand! I'm only 17 months old!" Then if I happen to get mad for once I feel sooo bad afterwards. I bet she doesn't feel bad when she gets mad at me. Poopy head.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Up and Up?

For all Lilli's verbiosity, she has not yet mastered the concept of opposites. I cannot TELL you how confusing this is for us. To wit: when she wants up, she says "up," but when she wants down she says "up" too. Imagine a child halfway in your lap yelling "up! up!" only for you to obey and for her to start yelling "up! up!" louder as though you are a moron. Duh! I didn't want up! I wanted down! (Only she doesn't say "down." You get the picture.)

Today we were turning the lights on and off and each time she managed did it she declared "off" in a very dramatic fashion.

And when touching ice cubes she exclaims, "hot!"

Silly baby.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I haven't managed to post much of substance recently, probably because I've had too much of actual substance on the brain. You see, I've been watching that darn Oprah again. And I saw the episode where Ayelet Waldman talks about how wonderful the relationship with her husband is, and how she loves him more than her children. And on the show all these other stay-at-home moms get all up in her face and are PISSED OFF that she could possibly say such a thing.

Before I start *discussing* this episode (and it will probably be at length for those of you who want to stop reading now), a little background info. I can't possibly tell everything that happened on this episode, so those of you who are really interested and didn't see the episode should go to Oprah.com or go to Ayelet Waldman's website which I think is www.ayeletwaldman.com. Waldman is an author and for awhile she had a "mommy blog." She recently got a column on Salon.com. She has four children, with whom she stayed at home for awhile. I happen to have recently read a post about Waldman at citymama.com, so I was semi-familiar with who she was before I watched Oprah. OK, so Waldman is an author/member of the intelligentsia kind of person, and she wrote an essay in a book about how she and her husband have such an active sex life because the husband/wife relationship is the primary relationship in their family and that she loves him more than she loves her children. She continued to write that the majority of the women she knows in America today dread having sex with their husbands, and they seem to have replaced the "in love" relationship that they once had with their husbands with their love for their children. In other words, she argues that women are putting too much energy into their relationships with their children, and none in the relationships with their husbands, and that that needs to change for the health of our children and families.

Now, I know that a lot of the point of Waldman's original essay and her Oprah appearance are to get people talking and thinking about these issues. And I also happened to agree with a lot of what she had to say. I do think it is sad that women don't seem to value their spousal relationships anymore, and that they are putting all of themselves into their children, which not only leaves nothing for themselves or their husbands, but suffocates their children. The problem these other women on Oprah had with Waldman, however, was that she had actually used the words, "I love my husband more than I love my children." That is a very strong sentiment, and one that is not going to resonate with most of today's American women. I think that partly Waldman is worried herself that her instinct isn't to become obsessed with her children, and is partly trying to justify her own feelings.

But I think that her approach misses the mark, both in getting her message across, and the actual issue at hand. She seems to be blaming these women for misplacing their energies, when I think the actual problem is that gender roles in America today are so confusing and that many women have lost the sense of true partnership with their husbands. So many of the women on this show work SO HARD to make perfect lives for their children, and they don't feel like husbands are helping them to achieve that, or don't have the same obsessive goals. These women described demanding lives in which all their attention and energy was focused on the children, while their husbands sat back and watched TV. They want to do everything perfectly, because that is what society and they themselves expect, and yet at the same time they resent the fact that their husbands don't feel the same way. Society expects these women to accomplish the same things for their children all by themselves that women from a less complicated era accomplished, often while having to do twice as much. Then, at the end of they day, when they are exhausted from their efforts, are they going to feel any inclination for sex? Probably not. One of the things that Waldman admitted was that she has a 50/50 relationship with her husband. They share all the housework and child rearing and both have their own fulfilling careers. Of course she has a good working relationship with her husband that includes a great sex life! She has no resentment breeding silently within her. She doesn't feel like her husband is just another person that she has to take care of, which makes sex just another thing on the to-do list.

What I feel Waldman really should have been getting at was that women need to communicate their goals for their children and work with their husbands together to achieve those goals rather than taking it upon themselves to do everything and then feeling bad that their husbands don't help them. And husbands need to step up and become active participants! I still think, even in this day and age, there are a lot of men out there who feel like children are more the mother's domain. If women feel like they have to do a great job for the children, and their husbands aren't part of that picture, well, the husbands are going to get neglected.

At the same time however, there is an element of instinct to take into account. Men probably don't feel the same all encompassing desire and instinct to make children the center of their lives, whether that comes from physiology or societal programming. How are we to reconcile that fact with evolving gender roles in the home?

I don't know. I know I haven't expressed myself terribly clearly, partly because I am TIRED, partly because I've been mulling this over for too long, and partly because it is a terribly complicated subject. But it's good to get these thoughts out of my head! I could go on and on and you probably think I already have, but I'm going to stop here :)

If you want more of Waldman, read her essay on abortion at Salon.com. I found it very disturbing, even though I am pro-choice, but that is for another day. . .

Tuesday, April 19, 2005


My dad took these pictures about a week ago. Here is Lilli doing her fake smile picture pose.

Oh, grandpa! I'm so shy! Don't take my picture when I have yogurt mouth!

Lilli eating her favorite: yogurt. This is also a great shot of the mullet, which has since, to Bob's great disappointment, been trimmed up a bit. I just couldn't take it anymore.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Eight is Enough

Well, I think we HAVE discovered the scapegoat for at least some of our sleeping problems. We had suspected, but have now confirmed, our belief that a massive number of new teeth are invading Lilli's little mouth. The current total? Eight new teeth! They are all in varying degrees of protrusion. Some have pierced her tender little gum flesh while some are little swollen bumps. However, which are visible tooth stumps and which are gum bumps do not follow any logical order. You would imagine that the lower inside teeth would come in first, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Strangely enough, the most visible one is the upper right, FOURTH from the middle, meaning between her honkin huge new tooth and her existing teeth is a rather large gap with a little speck of white. Meanwhile, the upper teeth on the other side of her mouth are barely discernible. Someone told me sometime that in some African cultures if the teeth come in the wrong order than it is taken as a bad omen and the children are drowned in the river. Thank goodness we don't live near a river! Or in Africa! Anyway, all these teeth are making her rather grumpy in addition to her not being able to sleep well, and Bob and I miss are usually cheerful little munchkin. At least we are getting them over with all at once.

She did have a rather high fever last week, and although I've read that it is an old wives' tale that teething causes fever and such, there were no other symptoms and I can think of no other reason for such a mysterious fever. Any of you with children have opinions on this?

In other news, I am eating my words that Lilli is proving not to be outdoorsy. On the CONTRARY these days she stands at the door yanking on the door knob and screaming GO! GO! This is fine, except that it means I have to go pick up dog turds in the back yard first. Fun times.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

so proud

I am proud to say that if you search Google for "eating boogers," I am the second site to come up! Woohoo! Wow.
Lilli is seemingly able to repeat pretty much everything we say, as long as we say it a few times AND she is paying attention.

Which is why I am so incredibly baffled at her newest weird language development: every object whose name starts with wa is automatically called wallet. Now, she LOVES my wallet, so it makes sense that she knows that word REALLY REALLY WELL, but it's not like water is that hard to say and she likes water a whole lot too. And it's not as though I haven't tried to teach her water or watch. I HAVE tried to teach her those words and the exchange goes something like this:

me: Watch my lips. Waaaaateeeer.
Lilli: Wallet!
me: no, Lilli. Waaaateeer.
Lilli: Wallet!
me: Lilli, do you want your waaaateeer? Say waaaaateeeer, and you'll get your cup.
Lilli: Wallet!!!!

Humph. It's not so bad to figure out what she wants when the object is in context. Like when she is pointing at a cup of water or my watch. But it's kind of frustrating in the middle of the night when your baby is yelling for wallet, wallet, wallet! and in your sleep and half delusional state you can't figure out why in the world she wants your wallet at 3 a.m.

So, any ideas people? Why is she so hung up on wallet??

Saturday, April 09, 2005

More Icky!

All who know and love Bob, especially his family, know that he is a bit of an exhibitionist. He *particularly* loves to shock his grandmother by mooning us all with his shapely (and very white) booty and gyrating a bit. Hilarity ensues.

Yesterday we were at his grandmother's for a visit with her and Bob's mom and Bob was lying on the floor on his stomach watching TV. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him inching his butt into sight, hoping his grandma would notice and let out a holler. There was much groaning and hallooing but Lilli remained stoic. She crept over to her dad and *very* gingerly extended a hand towards his bare bottom while Bob's mom and grandmother watched in horror. It was as though everything was moving in slow motion. . .

Lilli verdict? One word: "ick."

Friday, April 08, 2005

Dirty Minds and Innocent Kitties

I took Lilli book shopping the other day, but quickly realized that she was going to have a difficult time picking out a book herself. No sooner would she find an interesting one than another one would catch her eye and the first book would go flying. I was her little shadow tornado trying to pick up her disdainfully discarded books and try to find their proper places. Sorry Barnes & Noble people who had to reorder our mess.

I decided then that I wasn't really buying the book for her anyhow. She doesn't care if we read the same book OVER AND OVER again. And goodness knows we often do. It's BECAUSE Bob and I have our entire library memorized that WE need a constant supply of fresh books just to keep from going insane. SO. I suddenly seized upon a book that I remembered loving as a child. My GMary used to read it to us when we spent the night, and I was filled with nostalgia and anticipation as I imagined reading "The Owl and The Pussycat" to Lilli now. It is an old poem by Edward Lear about an owl and a cat that are lovers and they take a trip in a boat to go and get married. The illustrations in this version looked lovely, so I scooped it up after quickly thumbing through it and escaped B&N as quickly as I could with my little funnel cloud.

So I get home and plop Lilli in my lap and start to read. But goodness knows if I know what to do when I get to page 8, which reads:

"O Lovely Pu$$y, O Pu$$y, my Love,
What a beautiful Pu$$y you are,
you are,
you are,
What a beautiful Pu$$y you are!"

Huh?? OK, I realize that the dollar signs I've used so as not to encourage Googling Perverts kind of give it a gangster rap feel, and I also realize that since this poem was written in the 1800's that it is *probably* totally innocently meant, but I can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable reading this page aloud! To my child! Can you say double entendre?? I'm sure Lilli would never get it, as I never did as a child, it's my own dirty mind, but. . . I guess I will just have to suppress a childish giggle everytime we get to Page Eight.

Monday, April 04, 2005

More of Miss Mimic

Lilli just repeats stuff right and left now. I'm actually rather impressed with the range of sounds she can make: sh's and f's and th's abound. So sometimes it doesn't take more than one utterance on my part for her to repeat a word pretty clearly. Although lately I've been trying to get her to say "breakfast" and it sounds a lot more like frikfath. Hey, I hear what I want to hear.

She's also continuing to figure out ways to get us to understand what she's trying to say. She loves to watch "Go Baby" on TV, which is a little 5 minute short on the Disney channel, which is usually the only thing we let her watch. It's a miracle for when I need to cut her nails. Anyway, now when she wants to watch it she'll point to the TV and say "go! go!" If I pretend not to understand she will get the remote, put it into my hand, and try to make me point it that the TV. Yesterday she was so frustrated by my resistance that she finally stamped her foot and said "I SAY GO!" "I say blank" is one of her new favorite phrases when she thinks we're dumbasses. So. . . I let her watch that time. I figured it's better to reward her communication than make her feel ineffective. Anything to rationalize letting her watch the ol' tv!

She's also been mimicking the way I say things, which is pretty darn funny. This morning I was calling to Bob from another room and Lilli got in on the action too. I'd call Booobbyy and the next thing you know she's calling Booobbbbyyyyyy too, with a little grin plastered on her face. Bob loves that development of course. She also LOVES to feed me at mealtimes. Clearly, I get to feed her things so why doesn't she get to feed me?! She won't put it in my hand either. It has to go in my mouth and she opens her mouth wide and makes ahhh noises, just like I do when I'm trying to get her to eat. Then she looks so darn proud when I gobble it up. At least in the last few days I've gotten her to eat vegetables again. We have been having a veritable Vegetable Renaissance. Hopefully this lasts. I feel like a better mother when I've managed to get her to eat some vegetables, even though I know I have nothing to do with it. Stubborn baby.