....could she possibly love him more?
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Yeah, Kev!
We had Kev's six month check-up today - a little late but better than never.
He's doing so well - no longer considered a failure to thrive baby and we don't need to go for any checks beside his regular well checks. Whoohoo! He was 13 lbs. 14 oz., so less than the 5th percentile for weight, but 26.25 inches and that puts him between the 25th and 50th percentile for height. I'm thrilled, Vinay's thrilled, Amiya's happy (doesn't know why, but she is nonetheless).
Kev, on the other hand, is peeved. You see, instead of getting extra pears tonight to celebrate his stupendous weight gain, he instead got four shots. Two per thigh so nowhere on his little self feels nice tonight. He took some tylenol and is trying to sleep it off!
In other Kev news, check this out! That's right, Little Man can sit! The pediatrician called it tripoding (stop, Christy, don't do it) and it's cute to see. He goes about five seconds tops before he starts to lean, lean, lean and then down.
We also got the go ahead to start on things like chickpeas, lentils, yogurt and even meat. I can't imagine giving him meat just yet, but we'll get a move on with the others for sure! We'll see if he loves chana and hummus as much as his sister does!
He's doing so well - no longer considered a failure to thrive baby and we don't need to go for any checks beside his regular well checks. Whoohoo! He was 13 lbs. 14 oz., so less than the 5th percentile for weight, but 26.25 inches and that puts him between the 25th and 50th percentile for height. I'm thrilled, Vinay's thrilled, Amiya's happy (doesn't know why, but she is nonetheless).
Kev, on the other hand, is peeved. You see, instead of getting extra pears tonight to celebrate his stupendous weight gain, he instead got four shots. Two per thigh so nowhere on his little self feels nice tonight. He took some tylenol and is trying to sleep it off!
In other Kev news, check this out! That's right, Little Man can sit! The pediatrician called it tripoding (stop, Christy, don't do it) and it's cute to see. He goes about five seconds tops before he starts to lean, lean, lean and then down. We also got the go ahead to start on things like chickpeas, lentils, yogurt and even meat. I can't imagine giving him meat just yet, but we'll get a move on with the others for sure! We'll see if he loves chana and hummus as much as his sister does!
The Gupta Gallery
We've been bombarded with papers here in just a few weeks of school. Our plan is to save a few, scan the rest and then recycle when she's not looking. Some of our favorites:
Miss Clare writes the numbers, Amiya has to place the appropriate amount of stickers. Um, anyone?
Not really so exciting, but wow did she do well following the lines!
And so begins Amiya's journey into pasta art. She's not even a Brownie yet!
This is just cute, doncha think?
Amiya presents to you the sextopus.
What joy must this have been for Amiya? Unleashed with glue and feathers. Brave, brave teacher.
This just makes us smile. She LOVES Kev so, so much!
This is my favorite. It's a hedgehog (as if you didn't know!) - how cute can it be?
Aha! She can follow directions!
Miss Clare writes the numbers, Amiya has to place the appropriate amount of stickers. Um, anyone?
Not really so exciting, but wow did she do well following the lines!
And so begins Amiya's journey into pasta art. She's not even a Brownie yet!
This is just cute, doncha think?
Amiya presents to you the sextopus.
What joy must this have been for Amiya? Unleashed with glue and feathers. Brave, brave teacher.
This just makes us smile. She LOVES Kev so, so much!
This is my favorite. It's a hedgehog (as if you didn't know!) - how cute can it be?
Aha! She can follow directions!Saturday, August 26, 2006
Back on the horse!
Three weeks? It's been three weeks! Can you ever 
forgive me? I know you can. I know you will. I thank you. We've just been so stinkin' busy. In a good way, nothing terrible, nothing to whine about (even though I am), just busy.
Amiya started preschool, officially. She's loving it. And yes, I did send her off to school in a midriff baring low-rise pair of pants. To be fair, they weren't supposed to be. She's just got no hips. And no, she didn't wet herself resulting in the puddle around her feet. Just an unfortunate spot to take a picture and Mommy didn't notice it until too late in the game to change.
One of the greatest things about preschool is that her teacher is pretty fantastic. Her name, as you may recall, is Miss Clare. Amiya marvels regularly that her teacher has her middle name! Amiya brings home a folder every day with many different worksheets - all things that we could do at home but that we don't think to do. Plus, Amiya's eager to tell us about raising hands, school's magic soap and line leaders. To the left you can see her self-portrait. Fear not, she hasn't gone all Don King on us. That's her long hair. Pretty fantastic, hey? We see two eyes, a nose, a smile (she is a pretty happy girl), hair, two arms with hands and two feet with legs. No midriff baring in this picture. Ah, Amiya. Modest on paper, not so in life!
Kev is doing fantastically well. Did you even have a doubt? He's such a little lover. Almost always smiling, unless tired in which case he's just pissed off.
We're dealing with some sleep stuff lately. He doesn't want us to put him down in his crib when he's awake. And, in my opinion (Vinay disagrees), he doesn't want us to hold him and rock him to sleep. So, I'm at a loss. Once again I will put all my faith in our trusty pediatrician and ask for his advice. We tried, oh so briefly, to let him cry it out. But honestly, could you let this little man cry it out? I can't. Can't do it. I'm a wuss of a mother.
I know this is not the most visually stimulating photograph, but it's indicative of how Kev spends a lot of his time. We put him on the floor to practice rolling and scooting and he inevitably finds himself flush against something hard, with corners, that could do some serious harm. Ah, Kevalin. Today he rolled against this wall (no harm done) for several minutes, cooing and laughing. Maybe he had gas and it was helping to work things out? I don't know, but never come between a (little) man and his wall, I guess.
And finally, he's still head over heels in love with bananas and breastfeeding. It's been six months (SIX MONTHS!!!) - never thought we'd see the day after the fiasco of nursing Amiya. We're shooting for a year now, but at the rate he's going he might be weaned before Prom, but no promises!
In other news, August has proven to be full, full,
full of birthdays. We've had a party for Gabe, Aubrey, Miss Dana and tomorrow is Avery and Kylie. To the right you see Mommy, Daddy and Kev at Miss Dana's party. It was a lot of fun. So much fun, in fact, that Kev didn't sleep a wink, even though it was well past his bedtime. He was loving all the attention and all the Mommies there in fancy dresses. He's got an older woman (Miss Angie) for a girlfriend. She was there. 'nuf said.
Amiya "had" to stay home with a babysitter. She played play-doh, watched Zoboomafoo and even got to eat her snack on the couch. She's since asked several times if it's Miss Dana's birthday again because she wants Miss Jen back.
I think that's enough for one night. More soon. Remember, soon is relative.
forgive me? I know you can. I know you will. I thank you. We've just been so stinkin' busy. In a good way, nothing terrible, nothing to whine about (even though I am), just busy.
Amiya started preschool, officially. She's loving it. And yes, I did send her off to school in a midriff baring low-rise pair of pants. To be fair, they weren't supposed to be. She's just got no hips. And no, she didn't wet herself resulting in the puddle around her feet. Just an unfortunate spot to take a picture and Mommy didn't notice it until too late in the game to change.
One of the greatest things about preschool is that her teacher is pretty fantastic. Her name, as you may recall, is Miss Clare. Amiya marvels regularly that her teacher has her middle name! Amiya brings home a folder every day with many different worksheets - all things that we could do at home but that we don't think to do. Plus, Amiya's eager to tell us about raising hands, school's magic soap and line leaders. To the left you can see her self-portrait. Fear not, she hasn't gone all Don King on us. That's her long hair. Pretty fantastic, hey? We see two eyes, a nose, a smile (she is a pretty happy girl), hair, two arms with hands and two feet with legs. No midriff baring in this picture. Ah, Amiya. Modest on paper, not so in life!
In other news, Amiya's turned a new corner. She's insanely interested in animals (aminals for those of you who speak toddler). We watch Zoboomafoo regularly - we have a 9 episode collection because it's not currently on. I can tell you everything about meerkats, ayays and lemurs. She tells us she wants to be a veterinarian when she gets older so she can work with elephants. She knows she'll have to go to veterinarian school for this, but first she tells us that she wants to finish preschool. Meanwhile, everybody's favorite animal, Ellie, continues to delight. Here you can see her assumed position whenever Amiya goes to school. Ellie hangs, rather precariously, between the moldings. Can't be good for her stuffing.
Kev is doing fantastically well. Did you even have a doubt? He's such a little lover. Almost always smiling, unless tired in which case he's just pissed off.We're dealing with some sleep stuff lately. He doesn't want us to put him down in his crib when he's awake. And, in my opinion (Vinay disagrees), he doesn't want us to hold him and rock him to sleep. So, I'm at a loss. Once again I will put all my faith in our trusty pediatrician and ask for his advice. We tried, oh so briefly, to let him cry it out. But honestly, could you let this little man cry it out? I can't. Can't do it. I'm a wuss of a mother.
I know this is not the most visually stimulating photograph, but it's indicative of how Kev spends a lot of his time. We put him on the floor to practice rolling and scooting and he inevitably finds himself flush against something hard, with corners, that could do some serious harm. Ah, Kevalin. Today he rolled against this wall (no harm done) for several minutes, cooing and laughing. Maybe he had gas and it was helping to work things out? I don't know, but never come between a (little) man and his wall, I guess.And finally, he's still head over heels in love with bananas and breastfeeding. It's been six months (SIX MONTHS!!!) - never thought we'd see the day after the fiasco of nursing Amiya. We're shooting for a year now, but at the rate he's going he might be weaned before Prom, but no promises!
In other news, August has proven to be full, full,
full of birthdays. We've had a party for Gabe, Aubrey, Miss Dana and tomorrow is Avery and Kylie. To the right you see Mommy, Daddy and Kev at Miss Dana's party. It was a lot of fun. So much fun, in fact, that Kev didn't sleep a wink, even though it was well past his bedtime. He was loving all the attention and all the Mommies there in fancy dresses. He's got an older woman (Miss Angie) for a girlfriend. She was there. 'nuf said.
Amiya "had" to stay home with a babysitter. She played play-doh, watched Zoboomafoo and even got to eat her snack on the couch. She's since asked several times if it's Miss Dana's birthday again because she wants Miss Jen back.
I think that's enough for one night. More soon. Remember, soon is relative.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Happy Birfday!
It's Vinay's birthday and he's still quite old. Getting older and at that point where an exact number doesn't really matter, eh?
Amiya has been convinced all day that we were having a party. No such luck, Amiya. Only a cake and a new t-shirt and a trip to Border's this weekend for something Vinay really wants. Amiya encrusted an envelope with fake jewels and presented it to Vinay as if gilded with gold. It was sweet.
And why is it that each of these three looks good in one of these pictures but no two look fantastic in the same photo?
Amiya has been convinced all day that we were having a party. No such luck, Amiya. Only a cake and a new t-shirt and a trip to Border's this weekend for something Vinay really wants. Amiya encrusted an envelope with fake jewels and presented it to Vinay as if gilded with gold. It was sweet.
And why is it that each of these three looks good in one of these pictures but no two look fantastic in the same photo?
It's hard to get Kev's attention away from the cake and Amiya is still in that goofy grin phase. Kev looked too cute in his chambray shirt and khakis. And Amiya had on her Mayan princess dress. We ventured out to a very popular Thai restaurant to celebrate Vinay's day. Unfortunately, it has been quite some time since we've taken Amiya (and never Kev) out to a quiet sort of restaurant. Our evening was quite stressful. There are only so many letters of the alphabet that one can make with four chopsticks. She complained about every option available to eat - we've always thought that she's a diverse eater but no. Apparently that only applies to diverse when it comes to the all white meat batter-dipped nugget versus the questionnably gray meat breaded nugget. It is for sure that we can never again take her with us to France. She won't buy chicken-lamb, chicken-rabbit and chicken-duck again.
We came home from our brief (and I mean that literally - 30 minutes tops) dinner, sang Happy Birthday in the car because Amiya could not wait a.single.moment.longer, had a piece of cake (Amiya ate only the royal icing, unfathomably sweet decorations) and sent the kids to bed. But it doesn't end there Friends. No. She needed water. She needed to pee. She needed someone to restart her music. Say it with me, "Happy Birthday Vinay!" She didn't have any money to buy him a gift, so she's endeared herself to him through the most available means of every toddler: exasperation.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
My eyes are leakin'!
"Mommy, come quick! My eyes are leakin'!"
Always, always what one wants to hear. Off I went from a dozing baby in my arms on the couch to a leaking toddler in her bathroom. Vinay changed out the faucet in the kids' bathroom about a week or so ago so Amiya could complete all her toilet "stuff" on her own. She needs to be able to do it for school, so I wanted her to practice at home. Surprisingly, she gets the potentially disgusting parts right. It's the little things she forgets. Flushing, for example.
Today, the "I'm leaking!" summons got me off the couch in a hurry. Those words just aren't good. I walked through the foyer and was greeted by a wave of stench and instantly flashed back to fecal artwork. Happily, it was all contained within the enamel.
She repeated, "Mommy, my eyes are leakin'!" I checked, just a few tears. I explained that it was probably from the unbelievably powerful stench and stopped myself just short of a mini-lecture on the courtesy flush. She's too young. She corrected me about the stench, telling me that "it's not from the smell, Mommy, it's because I had to push so hard to get it out."
Well then. Ok.
Always, always what one wants to hear. Off I went from a dozing baby in my arms on the couch to a leaking toddler in her bathroom. Vinay changed out the faucet in the kids' bathroom about a week or so ago so Amiya could complete all her toilet "stuff" on her own. She needs to be able to do it for school, so I wanted her to practice at home. Surprisingly, she gets the potentially disgusting parts right. It's the little things she forgets. Flushing, for example.
Today, the "I'm leaking!" summons got me off the couch in a hurry. Those words just aren't good. I walked through the foyer and was greeted by a wave of stench and instantly flashed back to fecal artwork. Happily, it was all contained within the enamel.
She repeated, "Mommy, my eyes are leakin'!" I checked, just a few tears. I explained that it was probably from the unbelievably powerful stench and stopped myself just short of a mini-lecture on the courtesy flush. She's too young. She corrected me about the stench, telling me that "it's not from the smell, Mommy, it's because I had to push so hard to get it out."
Well then. Ok.
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