Go Fly a Kite

We had a good time at the kite festival this weekend.
And I even saw Molly roll over today!

Guest Post from Nona

Nona was visiting this last week and got to spend a lot of good quality time with Molly, who gave her some insight into how things are going out here:

Sofi let my Nona brush my hair and she tried to make a 1940's top knot, but my little curls just went all over the place. hehe. (I enjoyed the process, though, particularly since I got to lick my brush.)

Nona also brought me a hand-knitted yummy sweater-hat-booties set done by ESOL Loan's mother - thank you, I love it!

I had a good time looking at the trees this weekend in our backyard with my parents in the hammock. There's lots of stuff going on up there in those trees. Like leaves. And sky. And branches. And leaves. And clouds. And sometimes squirrels. And hummingbirds. And leaves. I think.

I like to hang out with my mommy. She makes me feel so good. And she dresses me in my favorite tie-dye onesies. Oooo. Life is soo good. (now, where's that boob?)



I like to hang on to my daddy. He gives me such a good perspective on the world. It's easy to hold onto his ears, and he can be very funny, too!


I like it when my Nona takes pictures of me. She's really funny. We went to the park and they let me sit in the grass and look at the sky. But mostly I thought it was funny to look at my Nona with the camera. I just tried to smile my whole face off for her! (She loved it).

Piddy & the Monkey

I was in the midst of writing a post this week about our little monkey - grabbing her feet and sucking on her very own toes - when my dear cat Pidd-o was diagnosed with cancer. It takes me a long time to write posts these days, what with all the other stuff to keep me busy (like work, and Molly), and now I'm a bit distracted again.

For those of you who don't know, Piddy (aka, Pidd-o, P-Diddy, Piddster, Piddaroni, etc.) came to me 9 years ago when I was in college in Florida. He was dropped off at my house with a bag of cat food and a bag of kitty litter by a friend of my housemates. I adopted him when his person didn't return at the end of the semester. I've dragged him to no less than seven new homes in 3 different states over the last 9 years and he's always had more friends than I have (he likes to get to know his neighbors). He's celebrated two graduations with me (see left), a marriage, many new jobs, and now a kid (although I'm not sure he would use the word "celebrate" for that last one).

Needless to say, I'm a wee bit attached to him. But also realistic (hopefully). I've fortunately been spared the decision about what lengths I would go to keep him alive (his cancer is considered untreatable). But the prognosis is still fuzzy; it's not clear if we're looking at weeks, months, or years with him. Any way about it, he gets all the wet food he wants.

As for the little monkey, she has been a very active young lady. And Zach has been doing wonderfully with her at home. It's such an amazing thing to see how good he is with her, how excited he gets about all the funny things she does, and how much she responds to him. He faced a rough first week, with her getting a cold and having to go to the doctor, but he dove right in and did splendidly. Yes, there were some rough periods, but he figured out what she needs to keep rolling along.

And roll they did. According to reports, Miss Molly rolled from her front to her back several times last week. Of course, I've only seen it once. That's been the hardest part about leaving her: not experiencing her milestones. One day last week I came home and put her on the changing table to change her diaper (one of her favorite places to be). She immediately started putting her feet in her mouth and I excitedly called Zach in to watch, only to have him casually tell me that she'd been doing that for the last two days. (!). I felt so distant. But it's great that he's getting to experience all these things with her. And see what a challenge it is to take care of such a young baby all day.

oy...

happy day...

what better way to turn 30 than with these two... :)

Mr. Mom

Hey folks, so this was my first week of stay-at-home dad duty. We had a really good time, we went on some nice walks, Molly practiced rolling over, we went to the farmers' market, all sorts of fun. Unfortunately yesterday I got a bit sloppy with the baby and left her unattended at home for several hours while I went out to a bar to drink beers and watch mud wrestling on TV. When I came back, this is what happened. I knew there was a reason they don't trust men with kids...

Bad Mothering

On Saturday I entered the realm of very bad parenting. Others agree that what we did was not so good, but they encourage me to let go and move on. On Saturday I took my baby, knowing that she was getting a cold, to the beach. And let her get a sunburn. Yes, you read correctly. Ouch. And here's how I found myself in this position:

Molly has been "off" for a few days now; a little puffy eyed, a little tired, a little whiney. On Friday night she got very very stuffy, upset and, well, sort of sick. We decided she was really on the edge of a cold. So, what do we do as responsible parents? We take her to the beach. In the middle of the day.

But we have good excuses! We meant well. Really. A friend of mine got married this weekend. It was a weekend affair, but in an effort to have some foresight, we opted not to camp out with the other guests on the beach. Instead, we went up for the bbq on Saturday. Thinking the beach would be cold and windy we decided going for the middle of the day would be best - that way we'd be there for the warmest part of the day. At this point anyone from the east coast should be cringing. But in our defense, this shouldn't sound so crazy to anyone living in the Bay Area. After all, the beaches around here are notoriously cold and windy. Add to that a cold and foggy weather report ("50's on the coast, warmer inland, patches of fog throughout") and we figured we were good to go.

In typical Bay Area style, though, it was as cold as expected at the parking lot, but nice and toasty at the beach. But wait! We still thought we were golden. I brought along the sun hat, light blankets, and it was foggy after all. We'd just keep her covered up, right?

Well, after Molly convinced us she was no longer having fun (she was getting sick, after all) we packed her up and headed home, only to find that she had gotten a dreaded sunburn!!! How could I have let this happen to my child? How stupid I feel. The poor girl, however, has been so caught up in coughing, sneezing, and trying to breathe, that I don't think she's even noticed the burn. And, with a day between me and the discovery of my bad parenting I can see that it's not really as bad as I first thought. It's mostly her cheeks and forearms. And it's a very very light burn. Really. I swear. I'm not that bad!

Through this all, though, Molly has proven she is a trooper. She's clearly very uncomfortable, but still smiling! She's a wonderful wonderful happy baby. And Zach is a wonderful wonderful lucky dad.