A Tunnel

Today I was laying out Jake’s clothes after his second shower of the morning.  Side note: he was “playing” the squeegee in the shower today like it’s a guitar, singing his new single… Nonna, Papa, Nonna, Papa.  It’s really catchy.

So I’m in his room and I hear “Uh oh, Mama.  Agua.  Agua.”

I don’t waste any time getting back to the bathroom where I find Jakey has used his potty for the first time!  Yes, new parents cheer about this… the very first glimpse of a diaper-free life.  There’s no light at the end of the tunnel, but at least there is a tunnel.  I’d say 70-30, floor-potty.  Considering the best so far has been naked sitting and “pretending” to flush it, this was a serious breakthrough.  We haven’t even started this whole process.

I’m sure Jacob won’t love this blog when he’s older, but fortunately at 22 months, he has no idea what I’m documenting.

35 Weeks: Honeydew

Cillo and I are in the home stretch… just four more days of work.  And now that we’ve hit the “melons,” I’m doing my best to avoid the frequent labor flashbacks that come to mind without warning.

Friday the 13th, March, 2009: I remember thinking, with perfect clarity, there couldn’t be a more apt descriptive phrase than…

“Hurts like a motha…”

Jake Jargon

Even when Jacob was little, he had this knack for saying things that sounded like words, but clearly weren’t.  Lately, he’ll be doing various things such as playing with the squeegee in the shower, or rooting around in the tupperware drawer, repeating over and over “Some-uh-bic, Some-uh-bic, Some-uh-bic.”  We’re not really sure what he’s trying to say, but given its frequency, it clearly means something to him.

One of the first things he used to exclaim was, “Vi-ta-min!”  This was ages ago.  Before he even had vitamins.

Shortly thereafter, he was always bellowing “‘Bama!”  Of course, this was before Obama started to fall out of favor.

Oh my little Some-uh-bic.  Hmmm, that didn’t sound quite right…

Omnipresents

My friend Emily wrote me a birthday card this year that talked about an article she had recently read.  In the article, it described the things that make people happy and pointed out that 1. experiences tend to make people happier than material posessions and 2. anticipation of something increases the enjoyment.

I’m still relishing how I’m going to spend my Fandango movie card when I take James on a matinee date next Friday…(thanks Em!)

And in this spirit, I decided I needed to do a little research on experiential presents for little kids.  Our social calendar has been quite different these days… we just attended our first “My Little Pony Seashell Sparkle Ariel Party” just last weekend.  Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:

* Bug Ball: http://www.offthewallsoccer.com/cms/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=51:art-classes&catid=37:cat-classes&Itemid=63
* Happy Hollow Park & Zoo: www.hhpz.org
* Children’s Discovery Museum of San Jose: www.cdm.org
* Bay Area Discovery Museum: www.baykidsmuseum.org
* Petroglyph: www.petroglyph.com
* Cucina Bambini: www.cucinabambini.com
* My Gym: www.my-gym.com
* 529 College Savings Plan: www.scholarshare.com (Emily is also really good about personal finance… yes, she’s always had her $#%+ together)
* Monterey Bay Aquarium: www.montereybayaquarium.org
* San Francisco Zoo: www.sfzoo.org
* Oakland Zoo: www.oaklandzoo.org

And you won’t trip over these experiential presents while crossing your living room floor.

34 Weeks: Cantaloupe

On Friday afternoon I had our last ultrasound with my doctor.  Our little cantaloupe is right on track at 5 lbs. and fortunately looks like a human– not an alien!  It was quite a different experience from our last ultrasound.

At our last ultrasound, we had this tech I’ve never seen before.  She literally said, “And that’s your kid.  There’s its brains.”  Wow lady.  Please go on… continue to describe my baby’s guts as though we’re looking at lunch meat.

Needless to say, my doctor was a dramatic improvement, “This baby is beautiful!  How adorable.”

That’s why she gets paid the big bucks.

Reticular Activator

Last night James was watching this show he likes called Brew Masters.  I see a man with white hair and a white beard, though strangely, pretty black eyebrows.  I think to myself, “Wait for it… wait for it…”

“Santa!”

I’m told Santa was also at the Farmer’s Market this morning.  That guy is everywhere.

Natural Bridges

I previously wrote a short post about Jakey’s newfound love of Santa.  We have these three carved wooden figures that I believe are supposed to be the three wise men, but have white beards and are therefore all known as “Santa.”  We couldn’t pack them up with the rest of the Christmas decorations because every morning, Jake likes to clutch them in his little hands on the ride to school.  Sometimes at night, we feed his baba to Santa.

Today we went to Amelia’s fourth birthday party and then on a nice walk through Natural Bridges to see the monarch butterflies.  There weren’t many butterflies, but we heard a lot of froggies, chased a bumble bee, and twirled around, pretending to “fly.”

I was carrying Jakey down the nice wooden boardwalk they’ve built (when I was little it was an eroding beach trail stampeded by hundreds of school children) when he says, “Santa!”  I mindlessly repeat, quite clearly, “Where’s Santa?” as he passes us.  I come to my senses and turn just in time to see a rotund old man, with a bushy white beard, wearing a red tye-died t-shirt.  I nearly peed my pants as I recounted the story to James.  Jakey laughed, too, at our little joke, “Funny Daddy, funny.”

Later, on our nature walk, we saw three deer running through a field and then down the road in front of us.  “Look Jakey, deer!  How special.”

“Santa!”

And his reindeer.

40 Days and 40 Nights

A submission from Uncle Geoff:

For 40 Days and 40 Nights the plague descended upon the House of Purnell…

And the Lord did punish them for they had obviously disregarded the Sabbaths while in Yosemite.

For nay that they were pious, the Lord was displeased that they had worshiped false idols like scary looking snowmen with weird shaped heads.

On the second week of death, they prayed for Locusts, Flooding, or a break from the never ending Orange Juice that had not delivered relief.

And they were exiled from their circle of friends and co-workers.

And then the Arch Angel Lynn appeared and prescribed a magical potion…and the sores receded.  And peace returned to the flock.

For now they knew the one true power…Jakey Snot…and they did bow before it.  And they did respect it as a supernatural force beyond mere explanation.

Book of Geoff 12:25

33 Weeks: Pineapple

What does it feel like to be 8 months pregnant?

I’d say it feels like eating the biggest Thanksgiving dinner you’ve ever eaten.  And then swallowing a pineapple.  Whole.  And then, the pineapple somehow, miraculously (or freakishly) comes alive… perpetually squirming and fidgeting.

And even though you couldn’t feel any more full, you’re then struck by the fact that you actually, unfathomably, feel hungry.