So the Holiday season has come and gone - sorry for going M.I.A. for a while, but with all this hub-bub and traveling, it's been hard to catch some time for myself.
Now that I've collected my breath, here's a recap:
- Holiday travel is a nightmare. 15 total hrs on the road, to and from Baltimore. That old adage about babies loving to sleep in a moving car? Yeah, I heard about it too and I'm not biting. Driving backwards makes me queazy and I want to be involved in the conversation (normally "Name That Tune" between Mom and Dad). No to silence, instead, for much of the ride I tried to squeak/whimper every few seconds just to make sure they knew I was awake and not happy for being unengaged. Speaking of being involved ...
Don't Get Your Hopes Up, I Don't Travel This Well
- Note to all new parents, holiday get togethers are a great way to get some down time. Since I'm just such a big fan of people, Mom and Dad were quick to toss me in to the arms of other loved ones, and out of there's. 72 hrs with minimal diaper duty? Vintage. It was like Hot Potato with me - hopping from one set of arms to another. Loved the interaction with everyone.
- Holiday clothes ... torture? Since Mom and Dad's family/friends have doted upon them countless "cute" outfits for me, Mom finds it in her to once a day dress me in a new getup. Some I like, some I dont. (I sense "Fashion Hour" will become a theme for later posts.)
Pilgrims, Nope, Don't Care For Them- Who would have guessed that among the family recipes used for Thanksgiving dinner, it would be Mommy's recipe that called for the liquor laced cranberry sauce, and Dad's overly dramatized turkey?
Looks Like A Party
- The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade does NOT run down 5th Avenue, like Daddy incorrectly predicted that morning when we ventured out to the streets to catch the floats and balloons... (lesson learned, believe it or not, it concludes at Macy's, a few blocks away)
- Pumpkin onesies are a solid color. Speaking of orange, Aunt Larisa happens to have both an orange wall and my cousin, Lola. Lola's a story for another time, but Larisa's Christo & Jean-Claude inspired dining room is a sight to be seen. We had the World's Greatest Crabcakes while there, but I would have really perferred not having been stuck along with the winerack.
Looks like the '99 Shiraz, or the '04 Cab
On My Way To Connoisseur Status
- During lamaze class, the couple seated across from Mommy couldnt help but be nonstop chuckle-house every time the class panted as a group. Mom and Dad liked them immediately. That's how Nicole and Matt became their "going through it too" friends and they've since shared many of thier same experiences. As luck would have it, my first BFF would be their daughter Carolyn, who was born three days before me. Got a partner in crime now, and pumped about it.
- If one ever needs to fulfill a "jumping into a pile of leaves" fantasy, look no further than Wilmslow Rd in Baltimore. (I can't wait)
- I really like waking up to the world - discovering my hands - and learning to smack around the toy birds that are attached to my vibrating chair.
- Holiday season was truly special in finally providing a time for all the extended family to come together. A veritable melting pot, with Grandpa and Nonni coming in all the way from Los Angeles, "Vec vectavs" Dzint joining from the Jersey shore, all of Ryan and Larisa's family, and several family friends. I was worn out the night of our houseparty, that I had my first 10 continuous hour sleep period... a pattern I've learned to repeat. Speaking of which, I'm beat. Will share more soon.
Last Picture Of Me As a "Small" Infant
Dad Continues To Believe This A Form Of Childabuse
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