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moving up

Monday is Snoop’s first day in the Toddler Room. There are some older kids who were ahead of her in the schedule to move up, but Snoop was the one they asked to move because, as the owner told me, ’she’s ready.’ They tell me that she does really well with the older kids, and that it’s funny to see her little sixteen and a half month old head sitting at the table with the bigger kids, calmly eating her snack or absorbed in turning the pages of a book.

I think it will be good for her. The Infant Room has lots of kids who are still crawling, and none of them are extensively verbalizing. Snoop can speak a few consonant-heavy words, has a pantheon of signs, and understands many more words when asked (for example, if you ask her where something is – the light or the picture – she can point to it.) But I would like to have her interacting with kids who are talking or trying to talk on a regular basis. 

I have mixed feelings about baby sign. We didn’t really plan on extensively utilizing it, but we got a set of baby sign DVD’s that Snoop absolutely loved and we ended up watching them ad nauseum. She adored the music and the colors, and they kept her calm and occupied during times when she otherwise couldn’t be entertained. In watching them, we all picked up a lot of signs and Snoop is now fluent. It was nice to know the basic signs when she was pre-verbal – ‘eat’, ‘done’, ‘milk’, ‘more’, etc. But now that she is on the verge of using more spoken words, I think using the baby sign is actually sort of delaying her in speaking. She knows she will be understood if she signs what she wants, so she doesn’t actively try to speak the word unless we are very disciplined in asking her repeatedly to try to speak it. In retrospect, I wouldn’t have shied away from baby sign, but I would have started being more insistent about speaking the words and asking her to try to repeat them in addition to signs at a much earlier stage.

Anyway, the Toddler Room paperwork says they will emphasize topics like manners, feelings, shapes, colors, ABC’s, weather, numbers & counting, music, Spanish, animals, vocabulary, the senses, rhyme and repetition, safety, and being a good friend. In addition, they are ‘teaching the children how to solve minor problems on their own by using their words.’ They will also do baby yoga. !! I think that’s more than I learned at college.

Seriously, it sounds really grandiose, but Acme Daycare Inc is quite adept at making normal fun playtime activities seem way more sophisticated in their parental paperwork. They’re good PR masters. And that’s fine with me. I am not a parent who believes that kids should be reading or doing Euclidean geometry in kindergarten so they can keep up with their peers and get into the good schools. I think parents do that more for themselves than for their children, and when they are little, I believe kids benefit more from imaginative play, books and games and interacting socially with parents, teachers, and friends. I’d be just as happy to rock up to day care and find her playing with her little friends, sharing toys and communicating than I would be to find her trying to learn Spanish. And Snoop really does well with older kids and younger kids, has no timidity or self-consciousness, no shyness, and is developing a good sense of assuredness and confidence that I really like to see. She’ll hang back for a few minutes and get a gauge on the situation, but after that she rolls with the punches and is adaptable to new surroundings, new kids, and new teachers. Since I was never like that as a child, I am happy to see it in her at such a young age.

holiday round-up

The holidays were almost too delightful to explain. It was our first real holiday in our own home with Snoop old enough to understand what was afoot, and we had so much fun. We set out a cookie plate for Santa and his reindeer, and tracked his progress on the NORAD website – things that Snoop was too little to understand, but were really more for us. We opened presents and visited Aunt S and Uncle C, who had a grand family soiree on Christmas day.

I learned the key lesson that when you have a child, you should always wear cute pajamas for Christmas morning so you don’t end up looking like a woodchuck in all the photographs. When you’re single or just married, no one really cares what kind of pajamas you wear because you don’t end up sharing the pictures with everyone and their brother. Kid Christmases are different.

We ate eggplant parm and Christmas ham, pumpkin pie and potatoes and tiramisu cake and almost an entire wheel of creamy, wonderfully mild Brie, and took Snoop shopping at the nice organic grocery stores for good coffee and champagne for New Year’s and a beautiful Pinot Noir. She sat in the cart kicking her pink tassled suede boots and received a pink balloon for being so darn cute.

Oh, we shopped – GB bought brewing stuff, and framing supplies for the Jay Ryan prints Santa brought me, and I bought some sweaters and a gorgeous pair of grey flannel trousers on sale, a book on making jam, and some supplies for said jam-making come the appropriate season. I bought essential oils to try my hand at homemade aromatherapy baths.

We slept and watched movies and had guests over the New Year. Snoop reveled in being home and helped us hang pictures and post some of her old baby gear on Ebay. We rang in the New Year with my brother & sister-in-law and their little boy, some good food, laughing and enjoying ourselves.

I don’t have any real resolutions for 2010, except to try to focus on being more balanced. Exercise a little more, eat and drink a little less, take my vitamins, try some probiotics. Spend less time at work or stressing about work, and more time with my family. Take the time to do some things that I enjoy, too. Over the past two years I seem to have forgotten that life is for enjoying. So, 2010 will be the year where I try to remember that and put it into action. Happy New Year!

blessed holidays

The annual Widget Central horrible meetings are over with for the calendar year, resulting in minimal bloodshed. I had several imaginary fights in my head with the Finance department, but none in real life. I have given my employees their Christmas bags, which included truffles and tiny bottles of festive martini mix and gourmet hot cocoa. People are dispersing for the holidays, leaving desks quiet and dark.

My laptop can go back to sitting in its briefcase every night instead of being dragged out after Snoop’s bedtime.

I can go back to my 32-hour workweek, at least until the next set of horrible meetings at the end of January.

My boss sent out the Christmas hampers, and I was on the list, and his response to my ‘thank you’ was a ‘thank you’ in return – ‘thanks for helping the new guy.’ The apples and pears were perfectly ripe and delicious with the beautiful Brie we had in the fridge.

There is a dusting of snow on the ground, and bird footprints under the backyard feeder. The neighborhood glows with lights, both tasteful and tacky.

GB has taken his last long trip of the year, and although he came home with a sinus infection, we can start the downhill slide to the holidays.

There’s nothing left to do except try on our new boots and our warm trapper hat and get ready for some snowplay over the holiday break.

Happy Holidays and love to all – we will be back in 2010.

Dear Parents of Snoop,

Just a note to say Snoop keeps the Infant Room hopping every day. She knows that time breakfast, lunch, and snack are and when we are going to change rooms. She will ask for help and loves to give toys to the younger children. Each day, we hear Snoop trying to say different words. Snoop loves to make everyone smile and laugh. Our days together are getting short and we will miss Snoop when she moves up (to the Toddler Room.)

Sincerely,

Acme DayCare Inc.

the art of abandonment

passing time

Last year.

This year.

snoop & santa

Acme Daycare Inc brought in ‘Santa’ and an elf to entertain the children, and although day care told us cheerily that Snoop ‘loved Santa!!’, they posted pictures on the bulletin board that said otherwise. The only way to really sum up her expression is, ‘What the Hell?!?’

Excerpt of a text exchange between myself & GB:

Me: I saw the picture of Snoop with Santa…The only one who looks more annoyed at the whole thing is Broccoli, who actually seems to be in tears.
Me: Of course the elf is trying to hold her hand which is frowned upon under the best of circumstances
GB: She’s prbly scarred against elves for life now. Nightmares will consist of elves trying to take her shoesies off to get at her piggies…
GB: Pobrecito

Because, of course, after her brush with roseola, and the number of times the pediatrician had to prick her toe for a blood sample to test her white blood cell count, Snoop now clenches her feet into tiny white balls whenever her socks are taken off.

In other news, my boss sent out hampers of delicious fruits and cheeses to some of my colleagues. Every night when I roll into the driveway, I scan the porch hopefully for a telltale box.

I HAVE NOT RECEIVED A DELICIOUS HAMPER.

This hurts my feelings a little.

I posted this on my Facebook page and my brother’s response was,

The only proper response is to get him/her a LARGER hamper of MORE delicious treats to say “see – I am already all treated up. So much in fact I have given some to you. Hence I scoff at your lesser hamper as you can see my hamper runneth over“.

This is very funny but of course not quite the balm to my wounded feelings that a nice wheel of Brie would be.

you know

that you work for a Japanese company when you find yourself sitting in a mandatory Quality training looking at a slide titled, “Procedure to Correctly Perceive Reality.”

unconnected tidbits

I finished Stephen King’s new 1000-page novel “Under the Dome” and hated it. I love Stephen King but I think it’s time for him to hang it up.

The vast majority of musicians should not attempt Christmas albums. These include, but are not limited to, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, and John Mellencamp. I don’t want to hear any Christmas cheer they have to offer.

It is prep time for our last big meeting before the holidays. This means that although I am only getting paid for 32 hours a week, SURPRISE! I am working a lot more than that. I knew this was going to happen, but I am still a little surprised at the amount of venom it raises in me. I have successfully conducted the financial planning for 5 full fiscal years and a fiscal quarter for 3 countries in a little over 3 weeks, drafted a 30-page Powerpoint presentation, and have received nothing but complaints. Everyone is burned-out and drained. The death march to the presentation reminds me of the scene in one of the ‘Little House’ books where Carrie and her seatmate get in trouble for rocking their schoolbench. The teacher tells them to rock the bench harder as punishment, and eventually Carrie’s seatmate gets tired and slinks away, leaving Carrie to rock the bench all by herself. I feel like I’m rocking the bench all by myself right now, which leads me to wonder, why the hell should I care when no one else does?

No snow to speak of yet, but rain and ice.

Snoop is moving up to the Toddler Room at the first of the year. She’s already a periodic ‘visitor’ and received the coveted ‘Child of the Day’ award last week. Her certificate noted, among other things, that it was being presented to recognize the fact that Snoop had a really good day; she was a ‘real trooper around the big kids, not to mention a very good helper and a good listener.’

Lastly, GB & I have become huge fans overnight of the Chicago print artist Jay Ryan.

This one is of his cat, Akiko, protecting his family from hovering doom, which I’m pretty sure our Maggie cat does sometimes, too.

developmental milestone…

…sneaking into the pantry cupboard, finding the correct box, unclipping the bag inside, and liberating a handful of graham crackers whilst Mommy’s back is turned!

Caught red-handed.

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