Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bumper stickers I have known

I was at the Toyota dealership today (long story, but to summarize: Driveway 3, Schwabs 0), and I saw a Prius with a couple of bumper stickers: "Republicans for Voldemort," natch, and "Draft SUV Drivers First." Isn't the second one kind of piling on? I mean, you're already driving a Prius, which along with Apple ownership (um, yeah, my other computer is a MacBook) carries a reputation of smug superiority. (Not to knock hybrids; if someone just up and gave me a hybrid Camry, I'd be totally stoked. My dream car used to be a Civic hybrid, but I'm starting to realize that a compact car like our Corolla is not necessarily the best choice if you have more than one carseat, which we might someday--not making any promises or breaking any news in the near future, just saying.)

Oh, and man, I just remembered it was a green Prius. Really I think those bumper stickers are pretty redundant and you might as well save space on your bumper for "My cat didn't make the honor roll" which is much more clever anyhow (my favorite bumper sticker ever, at least before I had a kid who I am certain is Above Average).

A couple of days ago I saw an oldish-looking bumper sticker that said "I'm a Real Democrat!" which I'm assuming is some kind of Ned Lamont thing, but I wasn't here for that so I'm not sure. Real Democrats propose, the general electorate disposes. We strategically planned our residency in Connecticut so we won't vote in a senatorial election, unless for some reason I do not wish to contemplate we stay in this state past the summer of 2010, so y'all real Democrats can figure out what you want to do with Chris Dodd. Don't envy you that one.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Cherry Blossom Festival

We're coming up on one year living in New Haven's Wooster Square neighborhood, which I was reminded of because we just went to our second Cherry Blossom Festival in the square. This time last year we had started the lease on our new place but hadn't moved in yet. Justin was busy with law school stuff, but Auletta and I went, ate pizza, and walked around the square.

She wore appropriate shoes for the occasion.

I thought I had posted pictures from when we went last year, but I checked my archives and I was wrong. So here you go.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Cup cup cup cup cup cup CUP cup cup

Can you tell Auletta has a new word? She still likes to say "ball" too. We were at the playground the other day and a mom showed up with two kids, each with a BALL, which the mom kindly made them share. At that point I decided I should get Auletta her own ball, since it is pretty much the cheapest toy you can possibly buy, so now she has her $1.99 BALL and we are all happy. Except this morning when she woke up and I took her into the study where I knew the BALL was and as soon as she saw it, she burst into tears. Dude, toddlers.

She had her 18-month appointment yesterday, a bit after her actual 18-month birthday because they weren't scheduling appointments far enough ahead at her last regular checkup and then a month later when I was able to schedule it they were already booked for the week of her birthday. (And forget about booking her two-year appointment until July!) But as it turned out it was the first possible day that she could get her Hep A shot, so now she is all done with shots (except for flu shots) until kindergarten. She remains consistently large-headed at around the 80th percentile for head size, and consistently small at around 10th percentile for height and, um, under the 3rd percentile for weight. Her weight is the only thing I actually got a numerical measurement for, and she's still just shy of 20 pounds. (Which, like, this probably makes me an awful parent, but I turned around her carseat weeks ago because I just assumed she had grown since her last appointment. I mean she did, but she only gained half a pound. Boy are car trips easier, though.) Her pediatrician isn't really concerned because she's been consistently tiny and apparently toddlers often don't gain weight very rapidly at this age because they're moving around so much. But I do wonder whether I feed her enough. And then she throws her macaroni and cheese on the floor and that puts an end to my wondering.

This is not an 18-month picture either, but here is Auletta hosting a tea party (thanks to Granny for the awesome new table and chairs and tea set). It's hard to see, but Raggedy Ann is wearing a Tar Heels jersey, as well as the Robeez Auletta has finally outgrown. Be careful, Auletta thinks it's appropriate to drink from the teapot.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Eighteen months!

No new pictures yet. I will try to get around to it this weekend.

We were in Ithaca this past weekend to watch the Tar Heels win the national championship. !!!! Hey, if my own alma mater can't have national championship sports teams, or even a decent football team anymore (they were good back when I was an undergrad, anyway), I might as well adopt my in-laws' team. I am just Tar Heel wed, but Auletta is Tar Heel born, yay. (Fairly recent picture below.)

Auletta's development usually leaps when we go to Ithaca (maybe that's one reason we go so often?). She is now (finally!) using words to refer to objects, at least a little bit. She now definitively says ball, referring to balls and other things that are round or appear to be round, and baby. Actually she was saying baby earlier, but we didn't know if she was talking about herself, or imaginary babies, or what. Now she uses it to refer to a baby doll she adopted in Mama Goose in Ithaca and which Granny kindly bought for her so as to make it legal, as well as to a Beanie Baby baby bear and a couple of other pink anthropomorphized baby-like stuffed animals she came about somehow--not from me, because I almost never buy her pink things, but she will occasionally insist on pink, so she's in touch with her inner girliness that her mean mommy tries to suppress.

Other than that, hmm. Lately instead of waving at faraway people who can't see her, she's starting to wave at people we pass on the street, which is very cute. Also she came very close to sleeping through the night before we went to Ithaca, but now we're back to square one as far as acting like an infant. Auletta never did that trick some babies too of sleeping through the night at some wildly early age and scamming their parents into thinking they have an exceptionally easy baby until suddenly they start teething or whatever and then there is, yet again, no sleep. She just never slept through the night to begin with. The up side is that 1. she just nurses and goes back to sleep--she's never kept us up fussing or anything, and 2. if I ever had any difficulty with insomnia or falling back asleep, boy am I over that now. And of course I'm sure if she had her own room (she sleep in our walk-in closet), things would be a lot different. But still, I'm hoping we can get her back to sleeping more or less through the night, because eight hours in a row of sleep would be AWESOME, and that is the one question everyone asks that I dread (in fact they've probably stopped asking because they just assume any child should be sleeping through the night by now, but really, it's kind of like "How is that dissertation going?" DON'T ASK.), and the one thing keeping her from being basically a very easygoing and awesome kid, which she is in every other respect.

The other thing, I guess, is that I am not even close to weaning her, although leaving her with other people for extended periods of time always goes well enough (as far as anyone tells me) that I wonder why I don't do it more often. Justin and I had a very nice few hours together sans baby walking around Cornell and then going to dinner at John Thomas on a date. A date! But still, for various reasons, I think I'm going to try to wean her over the next few months, at least to the point where she's not at all dependent on nursing, even if she still does occasionally. I just haven't had much reason yet, but on the other hand it would make life easier and she is approaching the age (I mean, for me; for other people maybe she's well past it, but whatever) where nursing her all the time is getting a little weird. I have no problem with extended nursing, and it's going as well as ever, but I think I'm getting to where I would like to be doing a lot less of it.