Thursday, March 22, 2007
While watching Zoe waddle about, it was amazing to think about the last time we were in the same playground, when she was immobile and on a blanket just 5 or six months ago. I began to look forward to long, glorious spring/summer/fall months of following her around the playgrounds and parks, watching her discover so many new things. But all those thoughts were a bit premature.
This was Zoe a few days later, bundled up due to a pretty big snowstorm. Getting around on these sidewalks turns me into a workhorse as I pull her behind me in the stroller and plow through the dirty snow, impossible street corner crossings and icy puddles. Fun.
This sad pic of myDes is also due to the snowstorm -- looks like he had a tussle with an angry snowbank. Actually, after coming into our building from marching around the day after the storm, he quickly slipped on the wet marble floor and his face landed on the first front step. PAIN! Poor boy. By the time we reached the elevator it was swollen to the size of a grape. So scary. We got upstairs and after 30minutes of agonizing cries (as I pressed a bag of frozen peas on his eye), he calmed down and actually hasn't mentioned it since. Childhood resilience... thank heavens!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Oh, over here on the couch.
Des finally got into it once the dancing game started and, actually, so did Zoe!
For more excitement, here are the photos
Saturday, March 10, 2007
I'm already planning our first warm day: it's gotta be an early morning, grab some apples&bread and head up to 207th and Seaman, enter the park, find a path and loose ourselves among the trees. Walk and skip and run (Zoe too!) climb up the hills a little, find some rocks to scale. Back on the path and follow till it opens up again at the soccer field. Run and roll around on the grass, make our way to the waters edge and throw crumbs to the ducks. Find a good climbing tree, take pictures. Walk across the bridge over to the peninsula and find that great long bench at the tip and watch the trains (thinking about how much we miss the Addams!)
That will be my first warm weather day with my lovelybabes.
I've already planned our first warm weather evening -- Isham Park with the Fugals. Picnic dinner on blankets, let the boys run and chase. Watch our grown little daughters waddle off, picking up twigs and chomping down on them. Talk adult talk, debate adult topics (and enjoy laughing at Nathan and Jayson).
Meanwhile, here are some suggestions by Desi and Zoe of some of our indoor pastimes you can try to chase away the Winter in March blues.
Help out with the grocery shopping and try to take a few bites before things are put away.
Play with toys -- over and over and over again.
Change diapers at least 4-times a day.
Minature golf in the living room.
General acts of distruction.
Pose for the camera.
Mix things up a bit.
Play dress up.
Try out your brothers boots.
Make smoothies and relish in the thick creamy milk-mustaches.
Here are some more pics from February.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Worst of all, violence against women and girls continues unabated in every continent, country and culture. It takes a devastating toll on women's lives, on their families, and on society as a whole. Most societies prohibit such violence -- yet the reality is that too often, it is covered up or tacitly condoned.
That is why International Women’s Day is so important. It spells out our responsibility to work for enduring change in values and attitudes. It calls on us to work in partnership -- Governments, international organizations, civil society and the private sector. It urges us to work for a transformation in relations between women and men, at all levels of society. It compels us to strengthen every means of empowering women and girls -- from education to microcredit.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
If I fall down and break my head mommy, will you have to find another little boy to be her Desi?
I’m a rectangle cereal eater.
That kind of hurt but I didn’t cry.
After smelling Zoe’s head he said, “it smells like mousaka!”
Des was mumbling one day, “I want Shelly, I want Shelly.” I finally asked him who Shelly was and he replied, “My penpal from the mainland”.
Hey Mr. Lady!
“I know how Zoe feels.” Zoe was crying after falling down.
“Are you trying to make me laugh?” (to Zoe)
Lets Celebrate this great big mess!
I had a bad dream about that rice bowl again mommy and I had a taste of it with beans and it was so yummy.
Are you going to put milk in here? Or are you pretending? (He'd asked me a few minutes before to please get him some more milk, but I wasn't moving fast enough!)
Don’t be mad at her mommy, just be… sorry for being mad at her.
Thank you for my joys! This milk is so good!
“Something in my heal is hurting.” I suggested he brush it off. “No, I scratch it but it keeps coming back. It likes me.”
During dinner one night, I was telling Des a bit about the opera Nate&I saw recently. I mentioned that it was a sad story and he replied, “I have a sad story: my rootbeer is gone!” Pizza without rootbeer is his idea of a tragedy.
I hurt myself all by myself.
While rubbing Zoe’s head, “She’s a cutie baby and I love her.”
I’ll give you a little something, it’s called a snack.
I nose bonked Zoe. We're nose-peckers
"I speak Tashi. You know what Tashi means mom?" I say, "Nope". Des explains, "Its means 'run in place'"
I wish I was a girl and could wear earrings.
You're a great mom and I love you!
What happened to my pingpong ball? Oh! Here it is! (Throws his arms around Zoe's head)
We bonked heads like deer. Opps!