September 2007

Today we have a guest blogger… WALKER… as told to DADDY! Here’s what the day looked like while Mommy was at work:

  • 7:45 am – Mommy leaves for meeting at Adobe in San Jose. Bye, Mommy! See you soon!
  • 8:10 am – I’m a little tired of Daddy reading me the newspaper, so I start yelling about my full diaper. He finally gets the message and changes my gear. I get into my dapper grey whale outfit after cheesing all over my green pajamas.
  • 8:35 am – Gonna catch a few more Zs in the bassinet. Walker out!
  • 9:05 – Gotta half-hour nap in before I feel the need to start whacking Baby Cthulu with my foot. Take *that*, underworld creature!
  • Daddy and I play on the bed until 9:35. I start to yell some more. Daddy starts to sing one of his ridiculous made-up songs to me: “Whaddaya think? Do you wanna have a drink? Do you want some milk and cookies? NO COOKIES!” I don’t even know what cookies *are,* Daddy; heat me up a bottle of that boob juice, stat!
  • OK, finished up five ounces at 10 am. I don’t drink from the bottle as fast as I used to, but neither does Daddy. We’re both getting old, I guess.
  • 10:15 am – Daddy changes my diaper again. Bye, bye, poop! Seeya at noon!
  • 10:30 am – Daddy and I split for a walk down the Great Highway bike/stroller/jogging path.
  • 11:30 am – An hour out and we made it to Fulton, where we stopped for pictures. Daddy got some Vitamin Water at the gas station like he always does. I keep sleeping, even when Daddy snapped his pictures. I have to say, I like being wheeled around in the sun.
  • 12 noon – Daddy talks to his friend Rob Lavender in Washington D.C. while I sleep through it. I did hear him say, “Hey, dude! Talkin’ to you cordless!” which apparently is a joke they’ve shared between them for over twenty years. Either that, or it’s a line from some movie. Probably both.
  • 12:30 – Get home in time for serious diaper change and talk to Mommy a bit, who’s on her way home.
  • 1:00 pm – Kick back another 5 ounces of boob juice. Hang out in the swingy chair.
  • 1:30 pm – try a little tummy time.
  • 1:50 pm – Mommy’s Home! Mommy’s Home!

Walker clearly had a wonderful time. When I got home, both he and Larry were on the floor and Walker was giggling and giggling and giggling. Larry was singing Dana Carvey’s “Chopping Broccoli” song to him and making chopping motions. I don’t know what it was that tickled his funnybone but I have a feeling we’ll be hearing the song a lot. (Note: Walker doesn’t think it’s funny when I sing it. It’s nice to have something that is just Daddy’s.)

While it will be hard to go back to work, I know Walker will be just fine.


Look at me! I like grass!

Originally uploaded by mimzilla

Today was an incredible day in San Francisco. One of those rare warm and calm days with not a cloud (or fog) in the sky. Mommo (Gigi) went home last night after a wonderful albeit short trip to see the Walker Meringue Pie and Larry had some writing to do. Therefore, Walker and I had a lovely walk with a new friend and her daughter at Chrissy Field and then we sat at the beach for about an hour. It was hot so we decided to forgo the pants and socks to be a bit more free.

Free is nice but it resulted in sand everywhere. And I do mean everywhere (since we had a bit of a poop and had to clean up). I think I spent half the time on the beach trying to remove the beach from between toes, fingers and well, other places further south.

Not ready to give up enjoying the day, Walker and I headed to Golden Gate Park and had a late lunch (both of us). We found a shady spot under a tree in the Arboretum and we lay in the grass. It dawned on me that it was Walker’s first time in grass. What a truly California boy — experiencing sand before a lush green lawn. He very much enjoyed it and he even took a little snooze (until Mommy woke him trying to make him more comfortable — Mommy can’t win…).

Tomorrow is a big day. I will be going to work in San Jose for half a day and Daddy will care for the little man. It will be the first early morning sitting as well as the longest. Larry is amazing with him and has had him at his very fussiest so I know all will be well. It’s more me I’m worried about .

I’m going to take advantage of the last few weeks I have with Walker. Good thing it’s the California summer.

I can’t believe it. Today Walker is 13 weeks old and tomorrow he’ll be a full 3 months. He’s 15 pounds and I’ve got him wearing clothes for 6 month old babies. Folks are genuinely surprised to learn that he’s so young for his size. He’s not growing at the same rate he was early on and thank goodness for that or he’d be a mammoth!

Walker has also reached another first. His first COLD. He’s no worse for wear and, in fact, Larry and I got the cold more severely than he. We had much snot and sneezing and coughing while Walker skated by with a little runny nose and some big boogers. He didn’t seem to even notice the phlegm that lasted a few days while the bug sidelined us for significantly longer. Getting sick was bound to happen and we appreciate him easing us into it. Friends have warned us that kids can be sick off and on for the first two years (one friend quoted a stat that the average kid gets 50 colds in the first two years — a cold every two weeks AAAAAGGGGHHHH!) so we’ve stocked up on Airborne and vitamins. We see this as a strength exercise — like tummy time — but he’s strengthening his immune system.

The last two weeks I’ve been obsessing about finding a good Day Care situation <sob>. I woke up last Saturday feeling rather weepy. I realized it was just one short month before returning to work. I was going to miss my little man. Thankfully a good friend was having a “viewing” party for all my former Bank of America colleagues so I was distracted and the day was a lot of fun. It’s not easy to find good Day Care and many options are zillions of dollars and have long waiting lists. We decided that we’d prefer a Family Care situation — a place with 8-14 kids of varying ages staying in someone’s home. It was a tough start. I called a number of places and there weren’t openings for infants, the contact numbers were wrong, or there were some concerning complaints listed with the licensing agency.

But the universe has spoken through a number of “coincidences” and we have decided on a great place run by a Russian woman named Sofia. When I was stressed about about finding a place, a volunteer at the Children’s Council gave me all the “official” references but she told me to wait and made THE CALL. Apparently there’s a Russian network and I passed some test and was allowed entrance. Sofia is a wonderful, warm woman who was immediately drawn to Walker and told me how excited she would be to have him as part of her family. She invited Larry, me and my grandmother to visit when her teacher was there. The kids seem to LOVE the place and teacher Helen comes in every day for two hours to sing and teach them ABC, 123, and all sorts of other wonderful things. Larry and I were impressed how the kids of all ages responded to the lessons and know that Walker will get so much out of it given how alert and interested he is in his surroundings. Sofia makes all the food for the kids and promised me she would be making Walker his own yummy food when he starts eating solids (and she would send some home with him because she knows I’ll be too busy to make it). She and her staff couldn’t keep their hands off our little Radish and we feel he will be very happy, stimulated and educated in both English AND Russian.

Right now the munchkin is fast asleep on the bed with one hand above his head, the other holding an ear. His little feet are sticking out from under the blanket and he’s surrounded his toys. How innocent and simple life is for him. His days are filled with learning to grab on to his toys and staring at the world around him. Larry and I are soaking up everything we can because we know each day he’ll be bigger and doing new things. Some of the old things we may never see again. That’s life.

And I’m a bit reflective during this time of year. My grandfather who was my hero and mentor has been gone 17 years yesterday. Today would have been my mommy’s 63rd birthday and Larry’s dad passed three years ago at the beginning of October. If I’d have it to do over again I’d like to think I’d be more patient, more present, more thoughtful, and I’d give more hugs and kisses. Since I can’t go back, Walker is my second chance and I will apply what I’ve learned while raising him. In him will be a little of Poppo, Dina, and Larry Sr. That’s a good combination.

First Sand

Originally uploaded by mimzilla
This is the first entry in a long time (and don’t miss the video below as well). Walker is getting bigger and he’s sleeping better although Larry is singing “Dixie Chicken” to him right now because he’s screaming. He really doesn’t like going to sleep at night (but once asleep he enjoys it). He wants to get as much out of the day as possible. And why not when we do such fun things?

Today was the first time Walker had sand between his toes. We went to Fort Funston to enjoy the beautiful day after all our errands. I’ve been remiss in posting because we’ve been so terribly busy with researching Day Care, arranging activities for my mother’s group, shilling for my friend’s children’s classes, researching new and used cars, helping Larry with a movie treatment, working off the baby weight, and oh yes, teaching Walker important lessons in sitting up, grasping things, and how to nap.

Walker very much liked our trip to Fort Funston because he needed a break after our very fun-filled day. He shopped for a used Toyota, looked at three Day Care centers and interviewed someone at Adobe. OK, well I did most of the interviewing but he certainly participated. I told the candidate that it was sort of a “hazing ritual” — if he could stay focused on the interview with a fussing child he would be on the short list. It turns out that the candidate had done his homework and had read this blog in preparation for our meeting. Hmmm. I guess there are more folks reading this than I thought.

Back to the Fort. We ate a little and then found a nice spot on the sand where we spread out on a blanket with our little socks off. We also thought we’d have some time with our little butt in the sun so we took off our diaper. We laughed and Walker showed me one fist, then the other, then both. Then he showed them to me again and again and again. It’s our new favorite activity. At one point we were fixated on our fists when, out of the corner of my eye, I see the beginning of the Bellagio fountain spectacle. It was beautiful. A perfect streaming arc rising high into the air, the sun glinting off the drops as they fell around the blanket and beading up the sand at our feet. Quite a memorable experience for our first day in the sand.

All of this activity did cause some sand to be brought home with us in a few cracks and crevices. We were very thorough in our bathing this evening.

A Happy New Year wish to all the members of my tribe. I’m a bad Jew who did not attend services because I let daily activities encroach upon the time I set aside for services. I am aware that is sort of the point. These few days are meant to get us all to think about our priorities and consider things bigger than us and our daily concerns. I hope I will be able to find enough balance in my life and demonstrate to Walker the importance of quiet times of reflection. I will be going to services with Mommo/Gigi for Yom Kippur and listening to my temple’s amazing Cantor Barak. I am often brought to tears when I hear her sing Hebrew.

In a rare serious moment, I hope all of you find happiness and health in the upcoming year and may we all be good to ourselves, our family and all those we touch. May we be mindful that we are responsible for our actions and when we review our lives, we’re proud of who we are.

Now it’s time to eat some apples and honey.

Walker makes the best sounds. I had to capture it on video. I didn’t really think about how it would appear when I filmed it so it looks like he’s unnaturally suspended sideways.

Oh, I mean, I meant to do that. It’s kinda like the old Batman show…  Bam. Pow. Goo. Gaaa.