Hands are tasty!
Monday, July 27, 2009
So apparently she's like her daddy
So the new Yankee stadium is wonderful. Wide, open spaces. Bathrooms not right ON TOP of the beer lines. Really, a pleasant space to enjoy a game! We had seats in the shade, with a beautiful view of the field. And it was great weather. It was a perfect day to take in a game with my little girl.
Too bad Jellybean and I saw exactly 1.5 at bats. Yeah, you read that correctly. 1.5……and then we were done.
Jellybean was great on the subway. She was charming in my lap. She was happy to sit and wonder at the crowd…..until it roared with appreciation at a great play. When the crowd got loud, and the PA system blared, she looked shocked, her lip started trembling, and then she started to cry. No, she started to scream. By the time I was able to walk up to the concourse in search of a quieter spot she looked like JackJack, from The Incredibles, when his face turned bright red and he burst into flames. SCREAMING.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium? NO FUN.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium when a Yankees Official notices and ushers you into a private elevator so you can sit in a luxurious leather couch in a cool, superbly air conditioned lounge for the private Suite ticketholders? SCORE!!!
Eventually she calmed down. So we tried again. And……….no. Nope. Noparino. No way, man. And plain old HELL NO. She was not happy.
We went home.
I guess she likes the Brewers like her daddy.
Too bad Jellybean and I saw exactly 1.5 at bats. Yeah, you read that correctly. 1.5……and then we were done.
Jellybean was great on the subway. She was charming in my lap. She was happy to sit and wonder at the crowd…..until it roared with appreciation at a great play. When the crowd got loud, and the PA system blared, she looked shocked, her lip started trembling, and then she started to cry. No, she started to scream. By the time I was able to walk up to the concourse in search of a quieter spot she looked like JackJack, from The Incredibles, when his face turned bright red and he burst into flames. SCREAMING.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium? NO FUN.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium when a Yankees Official notices and ushers you into a private elevator so you can sit in a luxurious leather couch in a cool, superbly air conditioned lounge for the private Suite ticketholders? SCORE!!!
Eventually she calmed down. So we tried again. And……….no. Nope. Noparino. No way, man. And plain old HELL NO. She was not happy.
We went home.
I guess she likes the Brewers like her daddy.
Daily reports
Jellybean gets sent home each day with reports. Diaper updates (i.e., how many and of what variety), feeding schedule, nap schedule, and then these adorable checkboxes of things that she did during the day – she rolled over – check! She rocked on her knees – check! She enjoyed music – check! She played with fabric scarves – check!
The best, however, is the “Other Comments” section at the bottom, where the teachers write free form comments about the day….
I think I like these because they are so earnest.
My favorite from this past week: Jellybean “loves to help feeding herself. She grabs the spoon and brings it to her mouth.” (Yup, she sure does; I now feed her with two spoons – one for me, one for her! The tussles over who got to hold the spoon were getting too intense, and food was splattering everywhere.) That part wasn’t what made me smile – what made me giggle was the next sentence: “One of the teachers usually lets her practice her eating skills when Jellybean is almost full, since the food doesn’t usually reach its proper destination when Jellybean does it.”
I beg to differ. I think the floor, ceilings, wall, and her hair are the “proper” destinations! Ha.
The best, however, is the “Other Comments” section at the bottom, where the teachers write free form comments about the day….
I think I like these because they are so earnest.
My favorite from this past week: Jellybean “loves to help feeding herself. She grabs the spoon and brings it to her mouth.” (Yup, she sure does; I now feed her with two spoons – one for me, one for her! The tussles over who got to hold the spoon were getting too intense, and food was splattering everywhere.) That part wasn’t what made me smile – what made me giggle was the next sentence: “One of the teachers usually lets her practice her eating skills when Jellybean is almost full, since the food doesn’t usually reach its proper destination when Jellybean does it.”
I beg to differ. I think the floor, ceilings, wall, and her hair are the “proper” destinations! Ha.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
A few firsts to list!
1) Monkey got her face painted at a picnic. It was her first time. Perhaps that is why, when the artist asked what she wanted painted on her face, she said "a pigeon."
2) Jellybean crawled forward. Only one little bit, but we all cheered! She has also developed this perplexingly adorable habit of trying to crawl on her hands and toes...not her knees. It is quite silly, and she flops onto the carpet 99% of the time.
3) First Yankee's game for Jellybean! That is, if she ever wakes up from her nap.
Phew.
2) Jellybean crawled forward. Only one little bit, but we all cheered! She has also developed this perplexingly adorable habit of trying to crawl on her hands and toes...not her knees. It is quite silly, and she flops onto the carpet 99% of the time.
3) First Yankee's game for Jellybean! That is, if she ever wakes up from her nap.
Phew.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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