3.14.15 Pi Day!!

Cecily's first birthday coincided with the Pi Day of the century. I didn't realize this was the case until a few days ago. Just like I didn't realize that she was actually born on pi day until a while after the actual event. I had other things on my mind, you know? Since she is not old enough to know if she prefers cake over pie, I decided that a new tradition in our family is having pies on pi birthday. This is a major change in attitude for me as I have always avoided making pie crusts on the basis that they are difficult, which is not a reason in and of itself, but also that I almost always avoid eating pie crusts when I eat pie because I prefer the filling. The pie crust is just extraneous. Not good enough to justify eating it instead of another piece of crustless pumpkin pie, for instance. However, this year was the year to overcome my passive aggressive relationship with pie crust and dig right in. 

"I woke up from my nap and there were a million people in my house! What is going on?!"

I dove in and it was a horrible learning experience. The first set of crusts came out almost inedible and also very ugly. The second came out much more edible but very ugly. The good news is that Cecily didn't seem to care that the crust was chewy instead of flaky and it shrank into the pie plate when I prebaked it so the filling overflowed over the edge of the crust and the fluting disappeared completely. Butter is a wonderful thing, but I am thinking next year when I try pie crusts again, I might just have to try lard. 

I am done talking about pie crusts. I would like to talk about this last year I have had. It has been an amazing year. The first thought that comes to mind is "thank goodness I survived." The second thought that came to mind is "thank goodness she survived." I can't really summarize effectively the first year of motherhood. Alex and I were talking about some of our fond memories of the past year and especially those early days. Alex remembers being up with Cecily in the middle of the night before she knew what sleep was. Not that he was necessarily having a lot of fun bouncing a crying baby for hours on end, but he remembers it fondly. I fondly remember sleeping while he was up with the baby. 

Nothing can prepare you for those first few weeks, just like nothing can prepare you for labor. But, just like labor, where your body knows what to do and it is going to happen no matter what you say or do or think, somehow you manage to make it through those first few weeks. I have to say, I have so so many sweet memories of my sweet, tiny little baby. It was such a miracle to me and such a blessing. 

Moving with a 10 week old was hard. Perhaps the hardest thing I have done. Thinking about the moment when I drove away from my house in Urbana, sobbing, with Alex in front of me with the moving van and Cecily and the dogs in the car with me, still brings me to tears. I remember too the day we closed. We left Philadelphia at 5 am so we would have a chance to see our house before the closing and of course traveling with an infant takes time and we also didn't take into account the fact that the moving van wouldn't fit underneath all of the cute little bridges on CT-15. We didn't end up seeing our home before closing (I had never seen it in person) and Alex showed up 1/2 hour late for the closing. We left the attorney's office just in time to hit rush hour and getting stuck in the same stupid roundabout in Cambridge for the second time made me wonder "why exactly am I doing this?" Then I showed up at our house and couldn't muster a bit of excitement for it and sat in the rocking chair holding Cecily, cold but too tired to find a blanket, while two great guys in our new ward moved all our stuff in. I think I probably didn't even tell them thank you. I should do that. 

Things are better now. I know my way around. I have some friends. And Cecily. Oh my goodness. What an amazing miracle it is to see a helpless infant transform before your very eyes to someone that can crawl, eat, sleep through the night (!), point at things, say a few words, hoard magnets, want very specific things, and just be an amazing little human... how can I describe that? Let's not sugar coat the fact that sometimes I really, really miss those days of being able to decide I want to go to the store and then go to the store without having to plan to do it at the exact right time to coincide with nap time and lunch time and bring a huge bag of stuff along and then not take too long because she is getting bored and needs to get back so I have time to give her a snack before her nap... I do miss the freedom. But, oh, it is amazing to be a mother. Such a miraculous process. And to feel love for this little person that I didn't know was possible to feel... While I miss some things about life before motherhood, I can't say that I have ever regretted it. 

Happy 1st birthday, my dear sweet little Cecily. You are the one that made me a mommy. I look forward to so many more years of growing up together, sweet moments together, learning how to be a family together. I know there will be hard times too, and I know we will get through them together and God will help us to do it. 

more snow

 The snow, it just doesn't stop...

Looking out the front window. Good thing we don't have goats because they would have walked over the fences by now.

We were able to visit Philadelphia during Alex's recent vacation. We had a great time visiting family and seeing some sights. We went to the Eastern State Penitentiary which was cool... and creepy... and cold. 

Cecily turned 11 months old yesterday. She is generally very happy, is getting close to standing and walking by herself every day, and makes all sorts of fun sounds. Did I mention she likes chocolate?

What we've been up to... and Snowmaggedon 2015

Hi. I like looking in the mirror. I still prefer scooting over trying to crawl. I like blueberries, bananas, chocolate, goat cheese and pickles. Tonight I discovered how fun it is to smear food in my hair and watch mom and dad's reaction. 

 Last Saturday we went to Taza, a local factory that makes Mexican style stone ground chocolate. Cecily wasn't thrilled about having a hair net on.

 I don't think she really needs one... Not having much hair and all...

 We also went to the Harvard Natural History museum which was pretty neat.

 We had a big snowstorm yesterday. A foot of snow fell overnight and then another foot during the day.

 Today we ventured out with marshmallow baby. 

Yes, she is wearing socks on her hands. Not too happy about that. 

Pets and life of the mom of a 10 month old

Here in Medford you cannot have chickens. Which is a shame because we bought a chicken coop from Craigslist the first week we moved in and which seems silly in retrospect. But now I have a purpose and mission in life and I have already started hounding the animal control officer :)

I do have a few pets besides Lucy, Lola, and Ruben. They live in the basement. They eat my scraps along with wet newspaper. They are slimy. They make dirt. Are you jealous yet? They are red wiggler worms, and they also make babies. I am thinking of expanding from one plastic bin to two. I gave some baby worms as pets to the daughter of my visiting teacher in a glass jar with a bit of lettuce for them to eat. I don't think the mom was thrilled (but the girl was) and I don't think the worms survived long.

College books and stuffed animals no longer!!

Black gold is what they call this (the dirt part, not the soaked phone book).

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What does my life look like as a mom of an almost 10 month old?
I know every 10 month old is not the same, but this is what I have found it is like to be the mom of a 10 month old:
 - Her schedule is pretty set. Wakes up at 6 am, nurses, eats breakfast, naps from 9-10, eats a snack, eats lunch at noonish, nap from 1-2ish, wakes up, has a snack, we might go somewhere, dinner at 6, get ready for bed which is at 7:00-7:30. Putting her down is so easy now. Like butter on warm bread, as they say.
 - She is curious about everything she can or cannot get her hands on.
 - She is still not crawling but a pretty efficient scooter and can get halfway to the bathroom in the time it takes me to make a quick visit.
 - She is very interested in where I am and generally wants to be there, too. Me going to the bathroom is sometimes enough to cause much sadness. Separation anxiety?
 - It is hard to get anything done. She may play by herself for five minutes or so but after that scoots over to where I am and expects to be picked up/read to, etc. If I ignore or delay that request, crying often ensues. I have found that if I want to prepare food beyond just heating it up, it has to happen when she is asleep. I am starting to experiment with letting her be frustrated a little bit. Sometimes she will cry some and then be ok staying on the floor. Sometimes she will not be ok staying on the floor. It is a work in progress.
 - It can be hard to plan when and how to get out of the house. The best time period we have is after her afternoon nap/snack when we actually have a couple hours without having to rush home to get to the next nap.
 - Some days I have help from another adult (Alex) but most days I don't. We are happy just to see him awake for a few minutes some days.
 - It has been hard to go to evening church events because I either am home by myself or the rare nights that Alex is home and actually could stay with the baby, I feel that I should spend the time with him.

Most days I am content and grateful. I won't say that I don't miss the freedom I had before having a child, because I do. A 10 month old is so much easier than a newborn in so many ways, but it can actually be harder to get out of the house now that she can't fall asleep just anywhere. 9 am church is proving to be hard because the early nap gets delayed or thrown out the window.

I am going to be watching a 15 month old starting this week for 1-2 afternoons per week as part of a babysitting swap. It will be interesting to see what the dynamic is between the two and if it will actually be easier to step away for a few minutes if they are at the point of entertaining each other.

There are so many special, wonderful, perfect moments of the day. When I am mindful and open to my daughter and whatever is going on, trying to bring kindness and compassion for myself and for Cecily to our interactions, and non judgmental of whatever situation I find myself in, there is so so much to be grateful for. So many moments of watching my daughter grow before my eyes, seeing her laugh and smile, and just enjoying the energy and experience of a little girl. It really is wonderful.

2014 year in review (aka Christmas newsletter!)

2014 was a big one for our family. Big stuff happened all around.

1. Cecily was born on 3/14/14.
2. Alex graduated from medical school.
3. Alex accepted a residency position in internal medicine at Brigham & Women's Hospital in Boston, MA.
4. We sold our house, bought a house, and moved across the country with a 10 week old.

Even though this year has been very difficult in some respects, we feel blessed in so many ways. Cecily is a happy, jabbering 9 month old and amazes us every day with the ways she grows and changes. Alex, while gone more than we both wish he were, enjoys his program and the people he works with. He is halfway through his intern year. I work 1-2 days per week at a dog/cat clinic in Acton, MA and the rest of the time enjoy being a mom. While we miss Urbana and our friends there sometimes acutely, we have felt love and community from our wonderful church family and other friends we have made here. We are enjoying getting to know New England and look forward to what the new year brings us!

Happy holidays to you and your families and may the new year bring peace to your hearts.

Nine months

Today is Cecily's nine month birthday! In about 7 more days, she will have been outside of me for longer than she was inside of me. We are celebrating by having dad home for the day. He is napping right now.

Cecily and I were able to enjoy Thanksgiving together in Philadelphia while Alex worked. The trip down was almost a disaster. Thank goodness the driver's side window finally went back up after I stopped to get a turnpike ticket. Freezing cold air blowing in on you while you are going 70 mph and still have 80 miles to go with an infant in your back seat is not a good combination. My very urgent prayer was answered.

Cousins

 Mom and dad Parent came back with us to spend a week here. They got to see a lot of Cecily, some of Alex, too much of my cooking and too much of Ruben. We saw some of the sights too (can you count Costco as a sight?)

Longfellow house and Washington's headquarters during the Boston siege

My nine month old baby (!) finally, as of the last week or so, has a predictable napping schedule. She sleeps fairly well at night. She is scooting rather efficiently, including right off the bed if given half the chance. She talks herself to sleep at naptime. She is a social creature and loves interacting with people. She is eating pretty much whatever I give her, and especially enjoys stinky cheese and dark chocolate (what can I say? She is her momma's daughter). And as of this morning, she has two teeth!

Life is good. Sometimes (especially on those weekend nights when Alex expected to be home 5 hours earlier than he actually is) I feel like a single parent and I feel sorry for myself but then I try to remember that it could be way worse. And, as Alex often reminds me, our the things that make our lives challenging right now are then things we wanted for ourselves and that we chose. They are the wonderful things in life and the things that will help us to grow. 

What a ham. On top of the tower at Mt. Auburn cemetery. This was a month or so ago, right when the trees were changing color. 

8 months old

Cecily turned 8 months old 9 days ago. You know how when you have a baby, every stranger you have ever known tells you "they grow up fast"? Well. They do.

To sum up life since I blogged last:

It is getting cold here.

I am loving this 8 month old stage. She is getting mobile (but not enough to get into much), is so responsive and interested in everything, is happy most of the time, and is sleeping through the night! (She still gets up at 5:00 or 5:30, but I will take what I can get. She is a good napper, which helps.)

 Hi. This is my zoned out face I get when I'm tired.

Alex is still gone all the time. To be perfectly honest, some days I really, really despise the whole residency thing and wish he had chosen a different path. Other times I accept it for what it is and figure that I should apply all those lessons I have had in church about learning from our trials instead of just enduring them...

High: yesterday Alex finished up way earlier than normal and was able to join me and my coworkers for an IMAX movie at the Omni theater at the Museum of Science and dinner at an Italian restaurant in the North End.

Low: a day of a plugged duct leading to mastitis I think (feverish, pain, etc), stuck at home without a car because Alex had to get to work at an abominably early hour, not that I would have gone anywhere because I was feeling so gross. Luckily it resolved that day and the next day I felt so much better.

Ok let's move on to what you really care about.

Cecily and her buddy Saul.

(yeah, I haven't posted since before Halloween...)

Better watch out, pumpkin Dean. Someone is after you. 

Dean, focus! I'm trying to flirt over here!

Tell me you've seen a cuter Frankenstein baby.

Cecily and her friend Annika. Annika also has cool toys. 

This might be my favorite video ever.