Sunday, December 18, 2011

dinner: a video

I will never grow tired of watching this child eat:

dinner from kimonobaby on Vimeo.


 Photos courtesy of Uncle Josh. We could all use some summer right about now.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Visiting Santa

Me: "Mila, why didn't you like Santa?"
Sonia: "Yah, Mila! Why are you Jewish?!"

thirty-two weeks

Saturday, December 3, 2011


these are my people

Thursday, December 1, 2011

morning commute: December

There is something beautiful about all that cold.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Thursday, November 3, 2011

month six


Today you are one-half year-old. I really, truly cannot imagine a life without you. You have the sweetest, kindest, most angelic personality I have ever met. You have a smile that stretches so wide across your face,  it would be physically impossible for it to get any bigger. Your round face lights up and that gummy smile grows. It is a sight to be seen.

In the past month you have started to crawl in earnest. You are completely coordinated at this point - hands and feel moving in unison. Truth be told, given your much calmer personality, we really didn't expect you to reach physical milestones at the same pace as your sister, but we were wrong again. Almost to the day, you took off with your lurch and lunge tactic, followed shortly by bona fide crawling. That is the last time we underestimate your abilities. Your also beginning to pull yourself up on things or people as soon as you reach your target. It is only a matter of time until you are walking the surfaces.

You are a big talker - when awake, you are constantly jabbering and squawking away. You have started to say "Mama." Even though I know you are not saying Mama intentionally, it sounds so cute in your little voice that it makes my heart melt.

You think your dad is pretty hilarious. All he has to do is look at you and you start to giggle. In the evenings, when you are tired, you will giggle hysterically. We love to make you laugh. You are absolutely contagious.

You love food. What a passion for eating you already display. Only six weeks in and you've already eaten a number of food items - avocado, pear, banana, broccoli, peas, carrots, scrambled egg yolk, pinto beans, mango, apple, etc.

The food certainly hasn't turned you into a better sleeper. On a good night you nurse every 2-3 hours throughout the night - from about 8:30 p.m. to 6 a.m. On a bad night, you nurse every 1-2 hours and are up to play (or poop, which can take an hour) starting from 3 a.m. on. What more is there to say about that? I really can't think of much...I remind myself that someday you will, indeed, sleep, but then I wake to kicks from your sister who rarely makes it through the night without coming into our bed. One day in the not too far future, we'll send the two of you to bed together so you can kick and cuddle one another to your hearts content. And then Papa and I will sleep through the night. Until that day, we do the best we can tag-teaming as much as possible.

It has been really sweet to watch the bond between you and your sister grow. You are so lucky to have one another and we remind you both of that every day. Sonia may be a bit too rough at times, and always a little too loud and a little too bossy, but she loves you in a way that no one else ever will. You truly are becoming best friends. Sometimes I watch your sister reading to you or playing with you in your bed, and I get an image of the two of you twenty years from now - a couple of feisty young, beautiful women. What a sight you will be.

No matter what else happens in my life, I will feel truly blessed. I have the two daughters I've always wanted. I don't know how I got so lucky to get the two of you, but I certainly won the daughter lottery.


p.s. monthly photos are stuck on my camera, but will be added as soon as I free up file space on the computers. Damn you, technology.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

kids who eat

I could have written this myself:
"Until about 8 months ago, I was the parent of a picky eater. Before you groan at the thought of yet another story about how a formerly chicken nuggets-eating child is now a gourmet, fear not. My five year-old remains such a bizarre—dare I say, contentious—eater that I’ve dumbfounded even the most experienced parents with my tales of his refusals of plain pasta and toast. He has never once allowed a bite of hamburger or macaroni and cheese to pass his lips, and his current favorite food is pea shoots. And no, I’m not going to boast about his charming, eclectic tastes. Have you ever sat through a meal with a child who eats three pea shoots and then listened to him whine until bedtime because he’s hungry?
So clearly, this is not a story of a boy transformed. Most nights he can be found sitting at the dinner table, thinking up Dada-esque excuses for why he can’t sample anything on his plate. “My arm is very itchy, so I can’t eat anything.” Or: “Your shirt is too blue, Mama, and it’s making me not hungry.” Whatever might happen later to make him change his ways is nothing I can possibly imagine (and believe me, I’ve tried).
What did happen recently is that I had another baby, who, when he began eating solid food about 8 months ago, turned me from the mother of a picky eater into the mother of one picky eater and one child who eats anything. A child who, I should probably be embarrassed to say but am not because I still can’t believe I actually gave birth to someone who loves food this much, literally snatched a cheese cracker twist out of someone’s hand at a party recently. Slung on my hip, he just whipped his fat little fingers out as we passed her in a doorway and whoosh—it was in his mouth in under a second. He was eating curry at 6 months (only because it didn’t occur to us to offer it to him sooner) and is so excited at the sight of the refrigerator door being opened that he can’t sit still in his high chair.

And here’s the thing: we didn’t do anything different with him than we did with our first son. It seems so clear to me now that all of those hours I spent wondering and fretting about what hand I might have had in turning my older son into such a nightmare at the table were wasted. I could have used them to do so many things, like write another book, or go for lovely evening walks in the park near our apartment, or eat ice cream after dinner. I could have been so happy!"

Saturday, October 29, 2011

days so sweet you can taste them


first time in the swing

on the slide

best friends

a date to the museum

Edo Pop exhibit at Minneapolis Institute of Arts

date night with our second child at a new japanese restaurant

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

wednesday + Ikea

First time in a cart


ice cream

Christmas is here!


Sunday, October 23, 2011

apple orchard/pumpkin patch/scarecrow festival

Once again Halloween snuck up on me. Minneapolis went from too-hot fall, to pretty-cold fall very quickly, so I thought we better get out and enjoy the harvest, or whatever you are supposed to say about fall. Mumsie and the ladies and I drove out to what I thought was the country, but now realize is a bit of a suburban farm/tourist trap, complete with an AmericInn motel. We were able to cross off the fall must-do's in a couple hours - apples. pumpkins, hay, live animals, hayride, scarecrow festival, camel (?), hot cocoa, etc. Sonia had fun. Next year, I swear - we'll do something more authentic. I swear.



halloween cheer

live animals

rain barrel train ride

WTF camel


more apples!

suburban farm

pony ride - second of the weekend

more hay

lots of hay