Theo's First x's Three

Turning one is a big deal. Such a big deal that we decided to dedicate three celebrations to the milestone. The first was a family party at Rocco's Pizzeria in P'burg. Here Theo was happy to share the limelight with his cousin Bini, a.k.a, Richard, who was celebrating a milestone of his own: turning two. The boys enjoyed their party immensely where about 50 well wishers gathered to toast the boys on their special day. Sarah outdid herself as usual, making a each boy their very own drum-shaped cake. It was all we could do to keep the kids from beating the cakes, they were that realistic. And delicious too.






















Party number two was hardly a party at all, but I couldn't allow the actual day of Theo's birth to go unrecognized. So on Wednesday, the 9th, Daddy made an extra effort to get home early so our little foursome could enjoy a dinner out. On T's behalf we selected Sona, our local Indian establishment where Wednesday is buffet night! Theo thoroughly enjoyed his first tastes of basmati rice and chick peas. Then we returned home to open gifts and enjoy a celebratory carrot cupcake.




















And then we decided to have our neighborhood friends by for a third and final celebration. Here we supped on mac 'n cheese (a Theo fave) and stewed tomatoes (a new Theo fave). I made a tiger-shaped cake (our boy was born in the year of the tiger), and Esmé and her pals were more than happy to help Theo out with the ceremonial blowing out of the candle.



So with this milestone now behind us we're excited to see what the next year brings for Theo. I have to confess that we've been getting a little impatient with him lately-- we're ready to see him reaching for that next level. I think it's the cross second-borns must bear. Our expectations for them are high, and that isn't always fair. Especially since the standard by which we're judging them is more our perception of what the elder was doing than anything else. And my memory, addled by sleep deprivation, pummeled by the multi-tasking marathon that parenting two little ones can be, is far from reliable.


So I am trying very hard to let Theo be Theo and do his Theo thing on his Theo schedule. But it's especially hard because this blog exists so I do have some well documented evidence of what Esmé was able to do at this stage of her development. So I fret a little. And I worry. And I mainly feel super guilty that it's my fault. That Esmé-the-only was able to flourish thanks to all the one-on-one time she was treated to with me. And being a second-born myself, I am especially sensitive about letting Theo get his due. Only it's so much harder juggling two and giving each the time and attention they need.




So I talked it over with the doctor at his one-year visit, and she concurred that he's lagging a little in a few areas. But she also assured me that nothing is wrong. He will get there. And what we're likely seeing is a facet of his personality more than anything else. You see, Theo is very chill. If he's not happy with his current situation-- be it he's tumbled onto his tummy, a certain toy has rolled out of reach --he doesn't work too hard to change it. He's more apt to sort of accept it and move on. Although, not literally or physically move on, more like, "OK, I'll just lie here then," or, "I'll just play with this toy." He also tends to have his own take on things. When you wave at him he doesn't wave back at you, instead he turns his hand so that he can also wave at himself and in so doing he usually launches into some mouth banjo. It's pretty cute. Or if you clap your hands, he doesn't respond by clapping his hands. Instead he takes his hand and smacks your hand. A slightly different approach, but he's getting the idea. And after much focused attention this weekend, Kristopher was able to get him to go from being face-down on his belly to sitting up on his own. So I do think he could benefit from more focused time and attention.


So Theo, my gift to you on the occasion of your first birthday is more of that sort of focused time and attention, for sure. But I'm also going to balance that with simply letting you be you. You, Mr. Out-of-the-Blue, will never cease to surprise us, so I trust that you know what you're doing. I have a hunch that you will always know the plan before I do and be able to see the big picture before I can. And judging from this little one-year glimpse you've given us of the boy, the man, the person you'll become, I know I can expect nothing less than extraordinary.

He scoots, he scores!

So, what are the odds that we would have two, yes two children who choose scooting over the traditional crawl? Who knew? Theo is indeed on the move, and after much experimentation (about two-months worth), he seems to be settling on the scoot. His scoot, however, is a lot less graceful than his sister's. Where she slid artfully on her posterior, with arms perfectly positioned to maximize scootability, Theo prefers to raise his bottom, rock a bit to inch himself forward then while lowering himself back down he rounds it all out with an arm shuffle that buys him maybe a millimeter more ground. It's extremely, almost painfully, inefficient. He doesn't seem to mind. And just like with Esmé, it is something to see.

Hearts & Bones (or teeth or hair)

Happy Valentine's Day! I must admit that I much prefer celebrating Valentine's with kids than I ever did strictly as a couple. As a couple you're compelled to go out and eat some over-prix-fixed meal where I'm pretty certain more time and energy is devoted to the naming of each course (Love Me Pork Tenderloin, anyone?) than in the actual care and preparation. With kids you can do crafts! And eat candy! Both of which, thanks to more snow! And ice! We had ample opportunity to do. And now that one of my oldest and dearest friends has decided to add her crafting (among other things) two cents to the blogosphere, I've no reason not to drag out the Elmer's. So, this is what we accomplished...






And speaking of accomplished. For school, Esmé was required to bring in 20 Valentine's cards for each of her classmates. The assignment included having her attempt to sign them herself. Recently returned from another week in India, I thought Kris might like to oversee this task. Timing is everything, and the two didn't get to their "homework" until nearly 7:30 Sunday evening when Esmé's energy/ambition/enthusiasm/goodwill were all seriously flagging. I, of course, allowed events to unfold as they may and reserved any and all judgment of K's timing until after the task was complete.

Of course I didn't. I was too plagued by flash-forwards of hastily executed book reports and shoddy dioramas and late Sunday nights bleeding into early Monday mornings to not open my mouth.

But, truth be told she did OK. And even better than I expected because going into the task I knew she was capable of writing a very legible "E" and "T." And wouldn't you know it, by the end of the exercise, she pretty much could do the "M" on her own and was beginning to get the "S" down, one of the trickiest letters if I don't say so myself. Here's what she was able to do the next day:



I helped her with the "S," but that's all. The rest is all E-S-M-E.


Theo experienced his own milestone recently. No, he's still not crawling yet. But he did have his first haircut. Such a contrast to Esmé's first haircut which came more than six months later. She could sit in the seat and was even reading a book while the stylists clipped away. I had to hold Theo up, and true to form he approached this new experience with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

But in the end I believe he was pleased with the results. He did tell me later that next time he'd like her to take it up more around the ears. What can I say, this is new terrain for me.



And I totally neglected to mention in my last post that Theo has two new teeth in his possession. And I believe more are imminently on the way. According to Esmé once Theo has his teeth he will be able to talk to her.


Naturally.

After all, tomorning is another day...

Recently we attended our first parent/teacher conference at Esmé's preschool. We were excited to hear what Mrs. Drew, Esmé's teacher, had to say. Though I knew better than to expect a detailed report of her daily activities and academic progress, I was hoping at least to have a better sense of what these past 5 months of school have meant for our girl. Esmé is doing well. She's right on track with all her developmental milestones– she can gallop, hop, balance, use crayons, throw balls. She knows her colors and shapes and body parts. She can use scissors and is making great headway with buttons and zippers. She respects her teacher's authority, follows directions well and shows respect and concern for her fellow classmates. But more than all that, which I pretty much knew already, the juiciest tidbit of info was hearing how happy she is. She's always game, always cheerful. This is what I was hoping for, because this is her first taste of school, and I want it to be a positive one. I don't want her enthusiasm stifled-- there's middle school gym class for that. I want her to get off on the right foot. And I'm happier than ever with our choice of The Neighborhood House. It's warm and nurturing. But more than that, they go above and beyond to provide an enriching experience for the children. A former parent of the school volunteers weekly to come in and teach the children about birds, often focusing on the visitors to the school's bird feeder. There's a music program. A community garden out back where the school has a plot. She's made applesauce and latkes, the latter of which she hasn't stopped talking about. She's already attended her first play.

On Tuesdays we attend a French playgroup together where she's slowly building a French vocabulary too. In general her verbal skills have gone through the roof lately. She's adopted all sorts of idioms too, which just crack me up. "Is that the plan?" or "OK Mommy, the problem with that is..." "Actually" is a big word for her, primarily because she loves, loves, loves to contradict. But possibly my favorite Esmé-ism of all time (and I just can't bring myself to correct her) is "Tomorning." As in, "OK Mommy, I'll do that tomorning when I get up." It's an extremely useful little word, we've all adopted it here at TLGH.

Another thing that Mrs. Drew pointed out and that we also appreciate about our daughter is her active and relentless imagination. On any given day she will spring out of bed and announce that she is someone else. More likely than not, that someone is Karen from Frosty. And if she's Karen, then we all have to be ready to assume our assigned roles in her fantasy world. I'm Karen's mommy (I'm a little bummed to be the only member of the family with an off-screen role). Kristopher is Professor Hinkle (the villain--dum, dum, dum!) and Theo is Hocus Pocus, the rabbit who betrays Professor H. Frosty is not represented because he's with us already. He tends to hang in the garage. Where it's cold.

Just yesterday Esmé was pretending to be Kallyope. Even going so far as to curl up on the chair that Kallyope favored at the end and to announce that she was getting ready to die now. Gulp. I think this is really positive for her, though hard for us to hear on many levels. But we're trying to respect her need to work things out the only way she knows how. And I don't want to color her attitude about any of it.

Just this weekend we took our first excursion as a family to The Metropolitan Museum of Art. I wasn't sure exactly how much of the museum we'd be able to absorb and tackle, and in the end I was amazed at what we accomplished and how much fun we all had, Grandma included. Esmé was determined to see the Degas ballerinas and Jackson Pollack. In both cases as soon as we entered the correct gallery she made a bee line for the painting in question. I have Olivia to thank for that. I was particularly struck by how she responded to the modern art in general. The large scale, graphic pieces seemed to really resonate with her.

And Theo was great too. I really expected him to tire quickly of the whole thing, but he was such a happy camper. He's making some great leaps himself as well. He's on the cusp of crawling, and I do think he'll crawl unlike his sister who preferred scooting. He gets himself on his hands, and thrusts forward, but he hasn't quite gotten his bottom up, off the ground. He's finding the whole thing very frustrating. The funny thing is that he's able to move, somehow, though we've never actually seen it. I suspect he's doing a sort of modified scoot, but he always saves it for when I leave the room. I'll wander into the kitchen for a moment or two only to return and find him in a different location. So maybe he will give up and scoot in the end after all.

Theo has always had a thing for fanning his hands in front of his mouth. He'll often grab the spoon from whoever is feeding him, ram it into his mouth and then commence fanning as if he was stroking some unseen goatee. Recently he has found his lips and now whiles away the moments strumming his "mouth banjo." Here he is jamming...



Since 6 months he has said "Mama," sometimes in my general vicinity. This weekend I think I might have caught his version of "Esmé," but I'll have to get back to you on that when I'm more certain. He loves to imitate sounds in general. If I sing to him, he often offers a song in return. It's such a hoot to watch him try to purse his lips in a kiss. He even does his own version of the "MWAH" sound effect.

He's eating well (he especially loves pasta, must be his Italian heritage). Sleeping well. And getting ready to turn one. Wow! One thing I can tell you is that this kid absolutely will not wear a bib. It was a battle of wills this morning, and in the end, I lost. He has always had a bit of a temper. Even in the hospital, when he was just hours old, one the of the nurses made that observation. At the time, we dismissed it as a little too soon to make such a call. I mean newborns aren't exactly smiley types. But our boy does rage a bit when he's not happy with his situation. And to watch him yank and tug at that bib with such fury, I decided that with this kid, I am definitely going to have to pick my battles.

We'll see what tomorning brings.

Darling Kallyope

Kallyope has joined our beloved Rosie wherever it is cats go.
I hope it's soft and cozy, with tuna cans a-plenty and lots of loving hands for stroking. As Kristopher put it, "I may have chosen her, but she was your cat." And she was. She was my companion. For many years we even shared a pillow. Throughout my pregnancies she seemed to fuss over me, going so far as to try to lick my growing belly. After Esmé was born, she retreated to the basement and spent Esmé's first three months in seclusion. I worried about her, but was often too sleep deprived and spread too thin to do anything about it. However once those three months were up, Kallyope returned to us with a stoic acceptance of what was going to be the new norm. And she treated our daughter with a love and understanding that far surpassed my expectations. You see, Kallyope didn't like noise and ruckus. She didn't like people getting in her face or handling her too much. So you could imagine what life for her was like with Esmé the toddler. Though we did our best to curb Esmé's boisterous expressions of kitty love, there was often little we could do. And not once, not once did Kallyope lash out at Esmé. She never hissed. Nothing. (Believe me, there were plenty of others who weren't so lucky.)
And I loved her all the more for it. And so did Esmé.

At Esmé's preschool Thanksgiving banquet she said she was most thankful for her cat.

And when told that Kallyope was with Rosie now, Esmé said, "But who are we going to pet?"

Esmé is handling this well. Taking this sad lesson in stride. The other day she told me, "I'll be sad when you die, Mommy."

I didn't know how to respond. I just hate that the world is a little less perfect for her now.

As it is for us all.


You are lost and gone forever. Dreadful sorry, Clementine...

Happy Christmas

We're caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season here, but I did want to steal a moment and share this Esmé original. It is her own composition, lyrics and all. Enjoy!


And here we are visiting Santa. The request this year? A teddy bear. Oh, and, some toys for Theo. Theo just cracks me up in this photo, little man baby that he is. I swear he looks like he's ready to sell Mr. Kringle some insurance.

Eat Pray Love

It's about time that Theo have his own dedicated post. His sister does get the lion's share of the attention here. And when I last wrote about him, well, it was to vent about his erratic sleep habits. Suffice to say, we're still struggling on that front. I've taken a new attitude, though. Dr. F has been summarily relieved of his services. And instead I'm just going with it. We have good nights and bad nights. And I have good days where I'm able to rise above the sleep deprivation. And not-so-good days when I'm not. But we're managing.

The big news in Theo's world is that he is FINALLY eating. We introduced solids on his 6-month birthday. He was neutral at best about it. And it's been a long, slow process over the course of these two months. I've managed to keep the new foods coming, but it's literally been one tiny spoonful at a time. He'd grimace. He'd shudder. He'd make it clear that this was more my idea than his.

And then one day I broke out the prunes. Mainly because his system appeared to need a little encouragement. And he loved them! Ate the whole bowl. And he's been a relatively happy eater ever since.

So, here's what we're eating: cereal, avocado, peas, pears, kiwi, mango, prunes, sweet potatoes, carrots, broccoli, egg yolk, yogurt and tofu. He seems to like food with texture so I'm just sort of cooking and fork mashing his food as we go. With Esmé I did a lot of advance prep, freezing batches of pureed foods. Our lifestyle, and his slow start, didn't warrant that approach this time around. He's not quite ready for self-feeding yet, but it's on the horizon, I think. And then we'll try O's and those sort of munchies. He does love taking over the spoon.




And I love seeing an empty bowl.