[LOAM] Hart moos in no uncertain terms!

At the table on Sunday August 6, 2006 (I believe it was)--Hart made
mooing sounds when we referred to the cow on his Sigg Bottle,
repeatedly. Got a kick out of it too.

[LOAM] Hart moos in no uncertain terms!

At the table on Sunday August 6, 2006 (I believe it was)--Hart made
mooing sounds when we referred to the cow on his Sigg Bottle,
repeatedly. Got a kick out of it too.

Hart walks, a little

On Saturday August 5 2006 I was playing with Hart at the Outdoors
Festival at Lincoln Center, and he walked a few baby steps toward me
by himself. Then he repeated the game over and over. Just baby
shuffling steps, then launching into my arms. Such a cutie.

Hart walks, a little

On Saturday August 5 2006 I was playing with Hart at the Outdoors
Festival at Lincoln Center, and he walked a few baby steps toward me
by himself. Then he repeated the game over and over. Just baby
shuffling steps, then launching into my arms. Such a cutie.

Hart Mooed Again

for the first time since April. He did it a coupla times while looking at cow puzzle piece with Rebecca. I guess he does this every 4 months or so...

Long Ago...

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Hart with phone to ear

Hart started lifting the cell phone (that we've left him to play with) up to his ear, or more accurately sort of behind his ear. Incidentally, no more mooing since that one time nearly 2 months ago...

Hart Moo

Yesterday Hart mimicked a mooing of a cow in a push-button book. Yay!

Sevi kicking butt

Sevi running to school this morning accidentally kicks her butt with her upflying foot. Immediately tickled to death by this and keeps repeating it intentionally.

Hart playing the door

Hart sitting on the kitchen floor pulling and pushing the door to
hear the slow creak, playing it like a musical instrument.

Simon says

Sevi wanted to play that on the way to school. I said "Simon says
run. Simon says skip. Stop running. Ah, Simon didn't say." Then
"Simon says 'sing Pollywolly Doodle'" and she started belting out,
but then said "Simon has to sing it WITH me!"

Rock, paper, scissors

Taught that game today to Sevi at breakfast. She was excited about
it, and ran around getting two rocks, two scissors and two scraps of
construction paper so we could play it for real.

she especially gets into

the parts:

She got CURLY EYES and LAUGHIN' HAIR
Singing Pollywolly Doodle all DAY

and

I tried to cross the river but I couldn't get across
Singing Pollywolly Doodle all the DAY
I jumped on a GATOR and I thought it was a BUS
Singing Pollywolly Doodle all the DAY

Pollywolly Doodle all the day

On the way to school this morning Sevi was belting this out, that she
just learned from Grandma in Boulder over the break. Made many
people smile along the way. I thought she might continue once at
school, but she didn't---maybe a bit shy, or maybe just awed by the
complexity of being back among all her peers.

Which reminds me, when we saw Jimmy and Heidi and Boulder and Sevi
was running around so ecstatic with Alana, their daughter, she just
got ebullient at one point and hugged her, saying "I love you! My
friends at school think hugging and kissing is disgusting, but I
don't!" That made me so happy to hear her sticking up for what she
felt in such a joyous way. I haven't seen a lot of that, and just
hope she continues to feel that confident of the way she feels.

Boohanti Bedtime

Every night, in order to get her to turn over on her back so I can
put on her diaper (yes, it's time she no longer wore one at night),
Sevi says I must recite the code. It's always boohanti three times
and another secret word. I guess words at random and then she says
"give up?" and tells me. Tonight it was boohanti boohanti boohanti
caterpillar, but then she added another, "worm" Once I'd said it all
she dutifully rolled over and I put on the diaper.

Sevi singing all day

"Raindrops keep falling on my--complicated!"

Rebecca's Look at the Past Year

i write emails now almost exclusively and so, oddly, i open an email to write a "journal" entry.  one year ago i took sevi to dance class at mark morris.  the wait for the bus is so unpleasant that we ran for the bus at about 4:30 so that we wouldn't have to wait for another.  had dinner.  she went to bed.  doing dishes around 8 i noticed tension in my belly.  i could hardly believe it -- all around and not painful but distinct.  it had to be contractions.  but how significant?  i sat down at my "desk" at the dining table and started to track intervals.  i wrote emails (just read them now) frantically, against borrowed time.  i kept it to myself b/c i knew kevin would flip.  i wanted to track it and see.  it was about 12 min, and regular.  sometime after midnight i relented, told kevin and i probably called the dr although i don't remember that specifically, and we were off again to the hospital.  this time peggy crawled into our sheets after sevi was asleep.  oh, it's almost too much to bear to recollect.  the word came, actually a few days later, that it was actual labor.  but meanwhile they treated it as such.  late night.  dark halls.  dark windows.  chilly.  iv drip.  drugs to relax the muscles.  steroid shots.  kevin leaving and taking a note i wrote to sevi as the strong drugs made my hand wobble.  alone.  bad food.  incredible nurse that night.  lucky.  later there were many.  and not any single doctor i had a relationship with, just yael's partner, paka.  and then francis who had heard the story of my treatment a week earlier and had been outraged.  residents coming and going.  making calls the next morning about a bfs event, a playdate with alex that obviously wasn't going to happen.  worried.  what was happening to this little guy.  the next 30 days are too much to chronicle, but i don't think i'll ever forget them.  desperately trying to maintain equanimity.  for sevi.  for my belly.  for us all.  "mama's regular" of toast, fried egg, cooked sliced turkey, and, for a special treat, cheese, too.  making ornaments on the bed.  reading.  wearing that stupid belt to record contractions for matria.  ordering in from second helpings.  chicken salad wrap.  jabbing myself w/ the needle.

and now, as i write, our film is showing on pbs.  the interview we were supposed to have when i was in the hospital but did in march instead leads and closes the film.  somehow w/ over a month of bedrest, a preemie, and all that entails, we pulled that film together.  and now it airs.  i am proud.  i am astonished we pulled it off.  probably both of our children suffered for it, by having parents highly distracted.  but we -- and they -- muddled through.  and we moved.  vivid images of the old apartment, the ceiling, the window btwn the rooms, the alcove w/ the filthy window, the floors, the sunsets out the dining window, the aesthetically painful bathroom, franny's paw prints on the wall where she pushed off to get to the high window sill, and on and on.  that's where it all happened.  the incubation.  and here is the celebration.  we will need to create here, too.  but until then we seem to be still regaining our equilibrium.  from hospital halls at night to pbs.  a good direction.

Hard Morning

The aptment just about 60F, Harts nose solidly encrusted, his
eyelashes glued with crumbs. Sevi insistent on a skirt in 29F
weather, freaking out when it can't fit over pants. Parents barking
at her, her pleading to be left alone. Threats of no school, then
heading out in the brisk biting glare.

I'm the Jumping Jesus!

sang Sevi over and over hopping on her mattress in her new purple
bedroom

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and then I don't feel soooo bad!

Sevi, who had a stomach bug two nights ago and was feeling pretty
touchy all day yesterday was sleeping kind of fitfully. In her sleep
she suddenly sang out from My Favorite Things "...and then I don't feel
sooo bad!" in perfect pitch and resumed sleeping. Unbelievable,
singing her sleep!