Wednesday, November 18, 2009

New nickname required

Jude had his 6-month check-up today. He is now 26.25 inches (50th percentile) and 16 lbs 7 oz (25th percentile). We thought Jude was huge and had been referring to him as Chub-a-dub or Chunky Monkey. Apparently not. I guess he just has wonderfully chubby and soft cheeks which make him look big. He is our little Ju-ju-be or Jumi (Jude Miller) once again.

Jude is currently spending his time working on sitting up and grabbing anything and everything in his reach. I am still trying to figure out how to get more sleep. But with or without sleep, we still have a very happy, content, and laid back baby.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Welcome to the tree house!

Atticus and Finnan have finished the treehouse. As much as Finnan loves the treehouse and slide, I think he misses treehouse construction. We have saved a bunch of scrap wood so he can do his own "construction." Everyday the wood gets hammered with a "hammow," drilled with a "zzzz," cut with a "tsaw," and he wants to climb the "daddo."

Finnan is obviously obsessed with tools. This week the Sears tool catalogue arrived at the house. Finnan is enthralled. He seems to study the pages, questioning us about mysterious tools and identifying the tools he knows. That? That? Saw? Two saws!

Friday, November 13, 2009

The trouble with blogging

Arriving at Gabriela's to pick up Finnan is always a treat. You are presented with ten or so wonderfully dirty little faces sitting around a large table slurping down soup or eating fresh bread intently. I love scanning the table looking for my little face and seeing it light up at my presence. Finnan used to jump up from the table at the sight of me. Over the past couple of weeks, we have been lingering longer and longer at Gabriela's. Jude and I will sit down with the other children and serve them more soup or juice. Other parents come in and do the same. It seems that no child ever wants to leave. Today when I arrived the children were picnicking outside. Finnan appeared happy to see me, but when I stood beside him, he looked at me and waved, saying bye-bye, as if I was just dropping him off. From his bench he climbed up the A-frame tree-house type structure in the yard and started swinging it the swing that sits in the center of the platform. I was really struck watching him. Here was my baby swinging in a real swing (not a baby swing), surrounded by a few other little boys and was as happy as could be. Suddenly he seemed so grown-up to me. Watching this scene made me realize that I needed to update the blog regarding his time at Gabriela's. Clearly, he is no longer saying "" at the mention of her name.

The trouble with blogging about children is that they change so fast. Sometimes, I'll blog about something one of them is doing one day and the very next day they will change. Unfortunately, I rarely can keep up with these changes. In addition to the Ms. Gabriela's update, I feel as if I owe Finnan another blog update. The day after I wrote about Finnan's after-nap tantrums, they seemed to stop. Sometimes he will still wake up grumpy, but I found if I offer him a spot on the couch and a TV show, he seems to be able to get out of his funk without throwing his body to the floor or crying hysterically. Now hopefully, this won't change tomorrow as well :)

Apples it is!

Despite intensely staring at our meals and desperately grabbing at our utensils and plates, Jude has not taken to any nourishment other than breastmilk. And even that seems to have to come directly from the source. For about two weeks, I have tried to introduce Jude to "solids." As instructed, I started with rice cereal. That's was a no go, even when mixed with breastmilk. I thought, no big deal, it doesn't look very good to me either, let's just move on to the good stuff. Pumpkin? No. Sweet potato? No. Banana? He did get some banana down, but I think it was only because it was offered on a nice big shiny spoon. Up until today, all of the food present to Jude has provoked and absolutely horrified face followed by bubble blowing in an attempt to get it out of his mouth.

Well, today, I figured it out. Apples! Jude loved sucking on my apple. So much for all of the homemade baby food I have prepared over the last couple of weeks. Sigh. Just kidding. Apparently Jude is not quite ready for solids. We'll just keep trying every few days.

Sunday, November 8, 2009


We did it. We brought out the clippers. And I was the one who initiated and authorized the buzz.

This decision came as a surprise to me too. I love unruly hair. The problem is, it takes frequent haircuts to keep up the messy look without it turning into a mullet or requiring hair ribbons. So, we took a 7 guard (7/8 of an inch) to Finnan. It was easy, but I'm not entirely thrilled with the outcome. He's still cute, of course, but I miss his curls and their reddish sheen. The next steps? First, hopefully wait more than two weeks before the next haircut is required. Then, I am going to try another guard. Do they make 2 inch guards?

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The last pumpkin in Atlanta

Rain spoiled our trip to the pumpkin farm so instead we took our little conductors to the aquarium. When after 30 minutes we had not even made it to our favorite tank, we decided to search for pumpkins to carve. Apparently we were a day late. We couldn't locate a single pumpkin on the 7 miles from the aquarium to our house. I was ready to call it quits, but Atticus was suddenly on a mission to decorate. Thirty minutes before our Halloween guests were suppose to arrive, he threw some old clothes and shoes at me and his dad, instructed us to make a scarecrow and headed to the farmer's market for a pumpkin. As one little monkey was arriving, Byron and I were perfecting the scarecrow and Atticus arrived home with two pie pumpkins and a watermelon. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of our scarecrow or our carved watermelon, but I think we started a new tradition.

Luckily, I did manage a few pictures of the two conductors and Finnan's friends, Christian and Lily. After pizza and cookie decorating, we braved the rain and trick-or-treated around the block. We had a great time chatting with neighbors and seeing everyone dressed up. With every bowl of candy, Finnan was hesitant but determined. You can see he even decided his costume was not complete without a chocolate mustache.