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Evan and his Viking Hat

This is my beautiful son, in the awesome viking hat that [livejournal.com profile] thorsbaby bought for him, because [livejournal.com profile] thorsbaby is both generous and a fashonista, and he always knows what is just right.

(Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rufinia for the photo. Yes, R, I cropped it. :-P )

I find it really interesting how virtually all Scadians knew he was a boy right away, despite the floor length gown, but all the hotel staff assumed he was a girl. Cultural norms, much?

We had a lovely time at Birka, although we need to sort out a better evening childcare arrangement so that both Ivan and I can go out and be social after E's bedtime together, rather than in shifts.

And many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] marysdress and [livejournal.com profile] dauphin1974 for the bag of clothes (he'll need to grow a bit) and the awesome toy. Every child in the place had to play with the toy. Its fabu.

If you have photos of my son, let me know please? My camera told me "the batteries are exhausted" and the hotel store didn't have more, so I have no pix of him in his fancy new duds. Sadness.

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Click the photo above to see a very short (15 second) and low quality video of E rolling gleefully in wrapping paper at Christmas (no sound)
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""If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle." - Van Gogh

Evan was seven months old yesterday (the 10th) and he has two adorable tiny bottom teeth, and I've been thinking a lot about the changes to me, our life, and our relationship because of him.

He's so adorable. I just can't even put into words how adorable he is. That silly smile. The giggling. The look of boredom when I'm trying to feed him and he just looks at me like "oh mamma, pears again?" He is full of joy every day, and that is, for lack of a better phrase, a blessing. He loves us, he loves the world, he's happy, he's healthy. That is everything I could wish for.

I am not a natural at this. But I'm learning. I remarked to Josh tonight that the absolute hardest thing for me to get used to is that we now do everything - everything - in turns (eat dinner, go out to the store, visit with friends, drive my car, do the laundry, everything). I miss doing stuff in unison. I miss stupid stuff like walking around Target for an hour looking at stuff but not buying anything. I really, really miss sleeping late on Sunday mornings. Near the end of my pregnancy, Josh and I talked about what an idyllic time those months had been, and we weren't wrong. I will look back on those months with a tang of pleasure for the rest of my life.

Which is not to say that I don't love waking up every day to the tiny smiling face of our beautiful son, that I don't love him completely, that he hasn't changed me in deep and specific ways. All of that is true. He gets up on his hands and knees now and wiggles his little butt in the air - locomotion is, I'm sure, mere days away, and already I find myself looking back on those photos of him as a newborn - how tiny he is! - and thinking that those days passed too quickly, that I should have bottled and kept those days while we had them.

Saturday night we went out to dinner with many friends, to celebrate Josh's birthday, and we brought the baby too. There he sat, in the highchair between us, sucking on spoons and throwing them to the ground - spoon after spoon after spoon - and every time my eyes met Josh's over the top of his head we smiled at each other, a smile that said "you're the mommy and I'm the daddy and that is the way its going to be now forever and ever and ever". And all the hard stuff just washed away in those moments, because it was ok, and we were still ourselves, we were just, now, these other people too.

I think the best part of all this is watching Josh be the daddy. I picked him out, you see, because I knew he would be good at this, and good at this he is. It brings me such joy to see the two of them blowing raspberries at each other, or Josh holding the sleeping baby on his chest, or the two of them snuggled up in bed together. When we have to do awful things to the baby (like clean out his stuffy nose with the evil nose sucker thing) Josh is the one who has to hold his head steady - that tiny head clamped tightly in those giant hands - and Josh apologizes to Evan through the whole process, and its clear his heart is breaking as he makes the baby cry, and then my heart breaks, too. He is so in love with that little boy. I feel, honestly, like the best part of this entire process is that I've given Josh the most amazing gift.

So the days continue by. Evan gets older and stronger and bigger each day. I have good days and bad days, but always days with joy in them and always days with worry. I continue to feel a tiny bit of guilt for the very selfish act of bringing a new life into this very crazy world; a world where, I fear, war or climate change or violent acts will bring pain to him that I wish he could never face.

So yeah, anyway, its been seven months. We're all alive and we love each other.

Who could ask for more than that?
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I just want to say that I should be sleeping right now. Soon, I hope. Soon.

Tomorrow is going to SUCK.

Also, I spent the evening tonight at work at the call center, and I just want to say for the record that Those People (being my co-workers) Puzzle Me To No End.

In particular, I overhear these conversations which I suppose are pretty much regular small talk for the over-50-ish non-techy set, but sometimes I just can't believe what I'm hearing...

... they were talking about Prince being the halftime show, and the words "washed up" and "old guy" and "pulled out of retirement" were used several times.

... they were talking about how big companies sometimes "lose" credit card data and then have to notify their customers, and were doing so in terms that made my head spin - as though it had not occurred to them previously that this could -- and does -- happen, despite the fact that we work with a huge database of credit card numbers every day.

... they discuss survivor endlessly. Also celebrity marriages.

... one woman was talking about how she had purchased at Trac-Phone four months ago, but had never used it because she couldn't figure out how to make it work. !

On the upside, Young Master E (or Mix Master E as we sometimes call him here) seems to be on the mend. Here's a photo from last night:

Sick Boy Smiling

I can't get over how cheerful he's been through all of this, except of course when we try to touch his nose or face in any way. We're very lucky. Even when he would only sleep held upright in my arms, he would look up at me and smile ... and cough ... and then give kisses.

Badger Boy

Jan. 15th, 2007 12:36 am
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a couple of new photos taken over dinner tonight:

Gummy Baby Smile    There Is No Spoon

I know several of you took photos of him at Saturday's event -- if you have them on line somewhere I'd love a copy/link of the photo, especially those of E and J playing together.

Also, here's your moment of Zen for the evening:


We are all well and happy here today. Snow! Grandma came to visit, and Josh and I snuck out and went to the supermarket all by ourselves and I made chicken pot pie for supper. Life is good.
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Yeah, more baby pictures. So sue me. :-)

New Years Morning New Years Morning

and here's your moment of zen for the morning.
61 second QuickTime Movie file.
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I'm afraid we're not going to make it to the annual party at The Dark Place this year. Josh is sick and I'm just plain exhausted and sick of traveling. Spending three entire days at home with my boys, not leaving the house for any reason, just playing with our Christmas Toys (Breadmaker! 1 Gig memory card for my camera! DVDs! Bouncer!) is more fun than I ever thought possible.

But we're not becoming those people we always promised we wouldn't be. I promise. We're both just very tired, and I spend too little time around my little boy as it is. Leaving him at Grandma's so I can spend the night sleeping in a hotel without him asleep nearby doesn't sound like much fun, actually.

Here's a photo from our fun today:
Drooling Boy
I can't believe what a difference a 1 gig card + being able to set the camera to its highest photo resolution makes in my pictures.
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Here are a few more photos from the party on Saturday.

Click any photo to see a larger version

My Purple Dress

Evan & Daddy

Our Stylish Little Man
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Click Here to hopefuly view a very short (27 second) movie of Evan doing nothing in particular, just lying around on his tummy, playing with a toy dragon.

Sleeping
Five months old, and sound asleep.

Spoon!
Sunday was a big day. We were sitting at the table and I was drinking water from a glass. He demanded that I share with him, so I held the glass to his mouth and lo and behold he actually drank from it, after a fashion. He's seen here later that same day, learning about spoons.

Photo with Christmas Tree coming eventually, I promise.
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So, the lovely and oh-so-talented [livejournal.com profile] mylisant was kind enough to take many, many photos of us while we were out gathering the greens on the Sunday following Thanksgiving. I've taken the very great liberty of putting a few on my Flickr account, to document the growth of Young Master Evan. I thank her very greatly for sharing them with me, now I share two in particular with you:

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Groovy Hat

I don't think he's very impressed with his hat.

I'm Walkin', Yes Indeed

Scary, isn't it? Don't worry, he's not really walking (at 4 1/2 months old!) but he really, really wants to. Standing up (while you hold onto him) is his very very favorite thing in the world, and I'm sure he would walk, if only he could sort out the whole balance thing. (I know, I know, it'll come....) What was most fun about this game was that [livejournal.com profile] mylisant would tip him one way, and he'd swing his leg out and take a "step" then she'd tip him the other way and the other leg would go out. And he was laughing....

It was a very good day. Thanks so much to [livejournal.com profile] kr4sh and [livejournal.com profile] mylisant for taking the trip with us.
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Four Months Old Today

Josh's mother is watching him today, and she just got back from a conference at Disney, can you tell?

Talking

Nov. 1st, 2006 11:18 pm
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Talking

He's awful chatty these days - even when he's completely sick.

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The Wiggler

We host a big halloween party every year, and when I was about five months pregnant, I had a dream that I was carrying the baby down the stairs into the party in basically the same costume you see here -- yellow footie sleeper with a brown cape and a big brown W on the chest, and a brown mask (which we didn't subject him to). He was -- and has been since the moment I awoke that morning - The Wiggler.

Poor little guy was happier at the party. He's pretty sick -- stuffy nose and coughing to break your heart -- and so was not very happy about having this photo taken. Perhaps we'll try again in a few days when he feels better.

Happy Boy

Oct. 15th, 2006 04:22 pm
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Happy Boy

We went to the park today. As you can see, Evan had a really good time.

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Three Months

Three months old today.....

How time files:

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Awake

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Bumbo!

Sep. 15th, 2006 08:40 am
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Bumbo!

Evan shows off his new Bumbo chair.

I can't wait for it to be Saturday so we can play games and read stories, rather than just eat and fall asleep.

Smiling

Sep. 9th, 2006 12:24 pm
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Smiling

Its very hard to get a picture of him smiling. He wiggles too much.

Shortly, I'm going to have a large, large amount of 0-3 month size baby clothes (8 - 12 lbs), slightly used, that he will have outgrown. If anyone wants some, let me know. In particular, I have a ton of footie sleepers that I bought so we'd have enough at Pennsic. Most have only been worn once or twice.

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