Out of the Closet

This morning, my trip to the park included an unexpected tutorial from a 10 year-old boy on Yo-Gi-Oh cards. He went on and on about how this card had so many destruction points and that card had so many life force points (not sure if I have this right, it was indeed a very involved discussion - at least on his part). He was very excited about entering in a Yo-Gi-Oh tournament. In short, he was a very geeky kid. The kind that gets made fun of on the playground. But he didn't seem to care he was a geek. And when he noticed Jane's arm, he asked the standard questions. After I offered my standard explanation, he said, "Oh! It makes her special. We all have things that make us special".

On my walk home, I realized how thankful I am for geeks. I can now openly admit what I was too ashamed to say during my childhood years: I am proud to be a geek. I recall in third grade when the teacher held up a misplaced Anne of Avonlea book, I was too embarassed to claim it as mine in front of the whole class. All I wanted was to be cool. By the time high school rolled around, I had embraced my tendencies enough to join the speech team, but still turned down the High School Summer Institute invitation when it arrived my junior year.

But when I entered college I decided to come fully out of the closet and declare my intentions to become an engineer. I was finally proud to be a geek. And when it was time to decide upon a spouse, I knew only a geek would do.

Thank goodness for the geeks on the playground who see differences as special. Thank goodness for the geeks in high school who think that Calculus is cool. And thank goodness for the geeks who design safe cars, systems to deliver clean water to my tap, the glorious internet and artificial hands that open and close when the wearer flexes a tiny muscle.

When I was a kid all I wanted was to be cool. Now that I am a mother, I hope every day that my girls will be geeks.

The Whole Package

He's got the button down plaid shirt, a fleet of calculators at his command, the steel pinky ring and now he'll have a stamp.



Congratulations, Chris for passing your P.E. exam.

And the Answer Is...

A double jogging stroller!


So let me explain why I am so excited. The girls and I love to go on walks. But Emily is not capable of going long distances on her short legs. This has required that I strap 17 pounds of Jane to my chest in the good old Baby Bjorn while pushing Emily in the stroller every time we want to go for a walk. Emily has also loves to go on runs (lately just with Daddy - he's nice enough to watch the girls while I run), but our jogging stroller is a single so that means only Emily got to partake in the joy of running. We selected a model that works well for outdoor walking and then you can lock the wheel to make it a true jogging stroller, thus solving both problems.


So far, we have only taken it for one very windy walk, but I already love it. It was so freeing to just be able to push the stroller without a baby strapped to my chest. Totally worth a miserable week of work!

Pop Quiz

I recently got a week's worth of unexpected work. It was the first time I've worked since Jane was born and needless to say it was a bit stressful trying to draft with a screaming baby on my lap and a three year old throwing tantrums. So I decided to buy myself something I've always wanted with a portion of the proceeds.

Can you guess what I bought? Hint: It has three wheels, is bright yellow and requires three people for it to operate at its optimum capabilities.

It should arrive this weekend at which point I will share pictures and hopefully accolades. I am soooooo excited!

That's Solids, Man... Real Solids

This week Jane hit 6 months. That means she is (slowly) moving out of her colic and spit-up days, starting to eat solids and it also means she will be getting a hand. More on the hand later.

First, food.

We waited for as long as possible to introduce Jane to solids because it was such a screaming horrible mess with Emily. But we had nothing to worry about. Turns out Jane likes to eat. And that's okay when you're six months old because no one makes fun of you for having cellulite on your calves.

According to Jane's physiatrist, six months is also the perfect time to fit a baby with a prosthetic hand. Yes, I was reluctant. But here's what sold me: she said that if we don't do it now, our next window will occur in another 5 or 6 years and that if we do it now, she will accept it as part of her body more easily. But even at that, I would have never signed on for full time use. Jane will wear her hand in half hour periods a few times a day - just to build up her shoulder strength and get her used to having something there.

Her first hand will be what they call "passive". It won't have moving parts and will be made out of hard plastic. I'll post some pictures of it when we get it. At 18 months, she will move to a mechanical hand and a few years after that an electric hand. If at that point she doesn't want to use it, I'm perfectly fine with her not wearing a prosthesis, but this way we keep her options open.

So that is the hand story.

In other news, we finally got some cute pictures of Jane in her blessing dress.




Thanks, Mom for the beautiful dress. Thanks, Chris for the beautiful baby. I take no credit.

Silence is Golden

Since I have been blessed with two colicky babies, I am very grateful to also be blessed with an effective (albeit temporary) solution to colic.

When Emily was about four months old, a friend lent me a Baby Einstein DVD. I told her that I wasn't going to set a baby in front of the TV. She urged me to give it a try and assured me it wouldn't turn my child into a vegetable. That night, I went home and guiltily put the DVD in the player. For the first time I was able to just sit with Emily on my lap and have her not scream. The next day I bought the (then) complete Baby Einstein DVD set from Ebay. I limited her to two Baby Einsteins per day and relished my two twenty-minute silent periods.

I don't use it every day with Jane because she isn't quite on the same playing field Emily was. But today she was screaming that scream all day long that made me expect her eyes to glow red and for her to utter a phrase in a demonic language. Finally, this afternoon, I dragged her exersaucer in front of the TV and popped in the panacea. The relief that came as she immediately quieted down and began to watch Baby Noah literally brought tears to my eyes. For the next twenty minutes, I emptied the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen while listening to the pleasant music that had so instantly soothed Jane.

I was so happy that I took a picture of her, silently watching, sucking her thumb, her puffy red eyes beginning to dry. As soon as I snapped the picture, I knew it looked familiar to me.

_____Emily, almost 5 months_____ Jane, almost 6 months______

And both times there was a happy Mom behind the camera. Hurrah for Baby Einstein. Hurrah for twenty minutes of peace.

You'll Be Blessed

This weekend, we finally blessed Jane. Yes, I know, she is now five months old. We wanted to wait until the weather was nice and it ended up being a great decision. All of my family was able to make it along with Chris' brother and sister-in-law. In addition to the great roads, waiting meant that we didn't have a tiny newborn in the house while we had company. Jane is now a full-fledged, fat cheeked, sleeping-through-the-night baby and that helped a lot when it came to hosting family.

The blessing was beautiful. I think our whole family cried as Jane was given the promise that she would exceed everyone's expectations of her. That means a great deal because I already expect that Jane will do wonderful things. She was also promised a keen mind and the ability to help others.

It was wonderful to see my family again. We hadn't all been together since Simon's birth 18 months ago. Here we all are in my backyard:

Back Row Left to Right: Simon, Ami, Jacob, Grandma, Me, Jane, Chris, Emily, Dad, Mom, Virginia, Brian, Amity, Ryan

Front Row: Donovan and Sydney

I promise soon we will have some pictures of Jane in her beautiful dress. It was a wonderful day and I am grateful to everyone who came to be a part of baby Jane's special day.