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I didn’t quite realize how long I’d left this blog vacant until, over the last three days, three e-mails and two real-life cards were sent to me by concerned friends who thought perhaps something awful had happened. While nothing really awful happened, things did get crazy around here what with end-of-the-school-year craziness, and a trip to Texas to celebrate Kevin’s Grandma’s 90th birthday (Happ, Happy Birthday, GiGi!). While in Texas, I managed to come down with some crazy stomach virus that treated me to an afternoon at my in-law’s friendly neighborhood ER. This, in turn, delayed our return home, which, in turn meant there were a whole lot of bills and other assorted household dilemnas (some of which, I admit, I had deliberately putting off until after our trip - who me? Procrastinate??) to be dealt with.

But I think I’ve got my feet underneath me again, and I hope to return to posting this weekend. Thanks for checking in on me, everyone - I really appreciate the friendship and the caring that comes with having friends! I’ve missed posting on my blog and reading through my blogroll, and I can’t wait to catch up with what you all have been doing.

See you around the bloggy neighborhood this weekend, guys!

Liam, Kieran, and I were on the front porch tonight untangling some wind chimes. I was sitting on the porch with Kieran standing next to me holding my shoulder for balance. He’s been doing this stand-’n'-grab, along with the full-scale cruising moves for weeks now, so I wasn’t paying that much attention to him. Then, just as easy as you please, Kieran let go of my shoulder and took two independent steps by himself before grabbing a table for support.

I started cheering, Liam joined in, and Kevin came down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. Today is Kevin’s 40th birthday, and it is as if those steps were Kiri’s big present to his Daddy on a milestone birthday. Kevin was a bit miffed that he missed the steps, but he’s going to get to see lots of them soon. And there’ll be a second hand to grab onto when crossing streets and parking lots. What a great feeling - two little warm hands to hold, love, and encourage. Happy Fourtieth, Kevin!

I’ve had a realization of my own, too. I guess things are different with the second child because the first thing that went through my head was, “Don’t walk too close to the steps!” Then I did a double-take and my thought changed to, “Oh, wait, he’s not walking yet. Wait… yes he is! Those were his first steps, right here on the porch!” When this happened with Liam, I’d been waiting for steps for seemingly forever with baited breath, encouraging him frequently, and despairing when he was 14 months and not walking. Kieran, on the other hand, at 14 months, started walking and it took me a minute to realize we had just climbed one of the big childhood milestones. And to realize I’m not fretting every little thing with him the way I did with Liam. I hadn’t even been worrying about another late walker because I was too busy having fun with the boys. And that realization is a pretty darn big parenting milestone, too.

It’s been a wonderful day!

The Wisdom of A Child

When it comes to Liam, he is generally a wonderful big brother. He plays with Kiri, cheers him on when he accomplishes a new skill, and baby talks and hugs him several times a day. But, especially since Kiri became mobile, some waves of angst have appeared on the lake of brotherhood. Kiri is a baby, and he knocks toys over, steals them, and scratches and pinches. All without knowing better, of course, but that explanation wears thin some days, and if we parents aren’t quick enough to step in with a distraction or full-blown Baby Removal Services, Liam every so often pushes or grabs his brother rather roughly.

It seems that having a one-year-old brother can be a stressor for even a laid-back four-year-old. I overheard this conversation the other night :

Kevin: “You can’t push Kiri, he’s little!”

Liam: “I want him to be big so he knows not to take my stuff!”

Kevin: “He doesn’t always treat you with respect, does he?”

Liam: “No he doesn’t, and I liked him better before he could move.”

Kevin (laughing): “I can understand that. But things will get better.”

Liam: “It’s just, um, um, just….”

Kevin: “It’s just what?”

Liam: “Well, actually Daddy, it’s just that I didn’t realize how hard it would be to have a baby in the house.”

The funny thing is I distinctly remember saying that myself when Liam was a baby and we went through our first round of croup…I guess the feeling is universal.

This post has been sitting on my dashboard in draft mode for a while now. I’ve looked at it several times this week and noticed that it is so close to finished that if I just had an hour of quiet, I could not only finish this post, but I could also fix some typos on my sidebar. So I found the time tonight and I’m going to finish this baby up!

Six (or Seven) Things About Me

I’ve been tagged by Amy over at What i Am and by Julie over at Bookworm for the “Six Things” meme. Actually, Amy’s version of it is really “Seven Things”, so if I can think of one more interesting, wacky, or otherwise post-worthy thing about me after I’ve written six of them, I’ll go for the seventh.

1. I am a flutist. I haven’t played with any regularity in years, but I used to be pretty good at the instrument. I went to a fine arts high school on a flute scholarship, and I minored in music in college. I did play a bit in grad school, but that’s going on ten years ago now. I really hope when the boys get older I can find some time to play again.

2. I am also a singer. I didn’t sing in high school or college. At those stages in my life I was convinced I couldn’t carry a tune. But a few years ago my desire to learn something about singing became strong enough to convince me to join a local women’s a capella group (no audition needed). I enjoyed that, so when the women’s group folded, I tried my hand at a larger community SATB chorus. And had a blast. I sang with them when Liam was tiny, but stopped when I was getting to the end of my last pregnancy. I’d love to go back, and as soon as the kids grow up a bit, I think I will. Right now, with the needs of two small boys on my hands, I’d miss too many rehearsals to meet the stringent attendance policy.  But kids grow quickly, I’m having a lot of fun with them now, and choir will wait a few years, I’m sure.

3. I love irises. Actually, I love most of the Spring blooming perennials, but irises are my absolute favorites. My grandfather, who was one of the most loving and strong influences in my life, worked tirelessly in his retirement years cultivating an absolutely breathtaking iris garden. I would love to try my hand at an iris bed, too. I’m eyeing a spot in our front yard, and I may try planting just a few bulbs this Fall to see how it goes. Maybe I’ll plant some yellows and some light purples - as a child I loved the cheery yellows, while Granddaddy preferred the more subdued lavender.

4. I have a long history of owning exotic and just plain strange pets. When I was growing up I had the usual dog, cats, guinea pig, hamsters, and gerbils. But that is not the end of the story. As a result of having a mom who loved animals as much as I do (and who taught at a vet school and so ran into exotic critters fairly regularly), we were graced with, at various times, a Great Horned Owl, a litter of piglets, a red fox, a large tortoise, a group of Red Slider turtles, grasshoppers (we wintered their eggs over in our freezer, so we ended up with several generations of them), and last but now least, Sea Monkeys. All of the stranger animals came to us as orphaned or injured animals. My mom would tend to them until they were ready to go back to the wild, and the ones who couldn’t survive on their own were found permanent homes in safe sanctuaries or zoos. Except the pigs. They moved in with our next-door neighbors and became beloved pets.

5. My professional background is chemistry. I worked as a research chemist for a pharmaceutical house for four years between college and grad school, and then after grad school I taught college general and organic chemistry. Then the kiddos came along. I am a medicinal chemist with a specific interest in antibiotic design and development. But all this is not the odd part. The odd part is that I am a third-generation chemist. Both my grandmother and grandfather were petroleum chemists for the US Government. My grandmother’s elder sister, my Aunt Esther, was also a chemist. She got her PhD in organic chemistry in the 1930’s sometime, and I assume she was one of the first women to earn a chemistry PhD from an American University. And my father was a chemist. He earned his BS in chemistry, worked in industry for a while, and then went to grad school in business. He spent the rest of his career as a business professor with a specific interest in the petroleum and petroleum by-product industries.

6. I love trains. Real trains, toy trains, freight trains, passenger trains, any kind of train. I had a big model railroad layout in our basement when I was in elementary school, and I really hope Liam keeps up his strong interest in trains so that the two of us can build a similar layout when he’s old enough. This interest comes in handy in my current profession of motherhood. I may be the only mom around who knows all the Thomas characters on sight, I don’t mind talking (almost) endlessly about trains, and I’m usually up for playing with trains.

7. And here’s my seventh thing - I love sleep. I don’t get enough of it most nights since I also like to read blogs, read books, and knit. So I made myself a rule - no computer use after 9:00 unless it’s an emergency. Something about screen time gets my brain all worked up, and I can’t fall asleep right away after using a computer. Since I started that rule I’ve been much happier, so I intend to keep it up. All of which means I need to click “publish” in the next few minutes!

 

1,2,3

Julie also tagged me for the 1,2,3 meme. For this game. my mission is to go to page 123 of the nearest book, find the the fifth sentence, and then quote the next three sentences. At the end of the game I get to tag seven of you lovely readers. Those of you who are tagged get to leave a comment on the blog of the person second from the end on my list and do the memes yourself. Here we go!

Now I must relocate to another room, as all I can find here are children’s picture books. None of them even approaches 123 pages, nor has five sentences on one page. So here we go, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle……

AHA!

I just found my copy of Laundry: The Home Comforts Book of Caring for Clothes and Linens by Cheryl Mendelson.

Non-wool blankets are almost always machine washable and machine-dryable, assuming that your washer and dryer are large enough for them. Blankets should be washed singly, one by one. To be sure a blanket will fit, try it out in both your washer and your dryer before proceeding.

This is a wonderful book that has saved many sweaters, tops, diapers, and items of children’s clothing for me. It is an intellectual’s guide to laundry. It was a fun read the first time around, and now is a valuable reference book. It has a companion book that takes the same approach to the larger realm of housekeeping and is also a terrific read and a great reference.It’s a gigundo homemaking manual, and you can find an answer to just about any household query in its pages. In these days of Google there are not many real paper books that I actually keep handy as everyday references, but these two do reside on an easy-to-get-to shelf in our living room.

 

TAG!

And there you have it - two memes. As my self-imposed curfew came around an hour ago, I am going to tag some lucky readers and vamoose before I have to ground myself or suspend my allowance for a week.

Hope all of you enjoyed reading these memes, and now - Chichimama, Victoria, Christy, Suzanne, Steph, Lindy, and Kate, you’re it!

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Time is a bit tight around here right now, but I wanted to post some pictures of the now healthy boys on Mother’s Day. Liam’s poor scraped knees have completely healed. Both boys and Kevin have recovered from the tummy bug that we had visiting last week. (And our house has returned to Full Shrieking Normalcy because one baby and 4-year-old can together make an amazing amount of noise when they are in top form.)

Anyway, these pictures are from Kiri’s very first ever ride on the Jersey Shore Boardwalk. Kevin and the boys went to the Shore for the day on Mother’s Day, and left me at home to hang out in peace and marvel at the stillness and lack of shrieking. The boys had a great time eating pizza, playing games, and riding every ride they were allowed to. Liam one his first prize ever by playing Whack-a-Mole. He walked in the house carrying this enormous red and white chimp that dances and sings Wild Thing. He looked so proud of himself that I wish I’d had the camera then.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it was sooo quiet here! It was wonderful. Casey and I spent time reading, surfing the web, and feeding Pippi. (More on that to come.) Thank you for my day of peace and solitude, guys - I love you all more than you can know.

And if you’re wondering about last week’s other disaster, Pippi - well, he’s on the road to recovery, too. Turns out he developed a really bad bleeding ulcer. So bad that he lost dangerous amounts of blood through his stool. He spent three days at the vet hospital on IV fluids, IV antibiotics, and Pepcid. He was in bad shape, and even when he came home we really weren’t sure he would make it.

We got to bring him home Friday. He was (and still is) on a soft diet, and he wouldn’t eat well without hand-feeding until yesterday morning. (Yet another reason for me staying home Sunday. Feeding a ferret means feeding every 2-3 hours.) He’s still very, very thin, but just yesterday he started eating like, well, a very hungry ferret, and there’s definitely some spark in his eyes this morning. It’s going to be a few more weeks of antibiotics, but finally I’m truly believing he’s going to make it.

It was a fantastic Mother’s Day  - I felt all relaxed and happy by the end, and all three boys had a blast. It wasn’t traditional, but it sure was wonderful.

A lot of events have occurred here at the Menagerie House in the last 24 hours. Care to guess which of the following did not happen?

1. Liam tested the fractile strength of sidewalk concrete. That experiment was brought to a premature conclusion by a trip the ER for X-rays on both knees. Yes, both.

2. I got completely caught up the on the 16 blog posts I have in drafts!

3. Pippi isn’t eating and seems to have blood in his stool. We have a vet appointment in two hours.

4. Kiri is experiencing his first stomach bug. He puked three times between his high chair and the bathroom. Laundry is in being washed, and a bath is next on the agenda.

I bet all my readers of the Mommy variety can spot the false claim in a snap.

More Teachable Moments

I heard a clanking coming from the kitchen. I couldn’t figure out what it was, so I went to investigate…

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Kiri had managed to open the fridge and pull out a beer. I laughed, and told him, “Kiri, I know yesterday was your 13-month birthday, but you have a ways to go yet before you reach the legal drinking age.” I grabbed this picture and started to close the fridge. Around the corner came Liam, ever attentive to the possibility that Kiri might have done something wrong. He assessed the scene, obviously coming to a similar conclusion as I…

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…and this is his take on the situation….

“Kiri, this drink is not for babies. Don’t worry, though, you are getting bigger. Some day you can taste some. Just not now. Listen! I hear Daddy’s car in the driveway! Let’s go give him his drink! Come, Kiri!”

So Kevin walked in to find his older son holding out a beer to him, his younger son shrieking, “Dada! Dada!”, and his wife dissolving in laughter.

"Share"

I was in the kitchen cleaning up the counters. This is what I heard from the toy room…

Crash, clang, sounds of minor scuffle, with train wheels squeaking and Weebles clacking into one another. Squealing from the baby as Liam retrieved yet another stolen train

Liam: “No! Kieran, I love you for all of my life, but NO! The trains are mine!”

Kieran: “Gah.”

Liam (in a sweet and patient tone): “Kiri, you have to learn that other children won’t play with you if you steal their toys. You have to learn to share.”

Kieran: “Gegga gog doo!”

Liam (continuing on in his role of Mr. Manners): “Kiri, you are little and have to learn a lot. I’m the big brother, so I’ll teach you how to share. ‘Share’ means that I get to play with your toys, and you don’t play with mine because they are not baby-appropriate. They have choking hazards on them. Got it?”

Kieran: “Bregga boo! Gah! Toy?”

Kieran then made a beeline for the Breakdown Train. Liam grabbed it first:

Liam: “No! You are not sharing right! And you aren’t allowed to choke. Here, Little Brother, let me show you.”

Liam put the train on a shelf out of Kieran’s reach and then grabbed all four of Kieran’s Weebles, deaf to the angry shrieking that resulted.

Liam: See, Kiri? That was wonderful sharing. You stay safe and you let me play with your toys! Way to go!”

Kieran looked forlornly at his Weebles, and then began crawling towards me, chirping, “Mama? Mama? Toy? Toy?”

I know, I know, Kiri. Big Brothers are not always subtle in their requests, are they? Just wait until you can define the word “share” in your own words…

I Have a Question

Although I have been writing this blog for a bit over two years now, in a lot of ways I’m pretty naive as to the workings of the blogging world. Mostly I just have fun writing up my cute kid/pet stories/pictures and posting them. In return I get a baby book for my sons. Just as importantly, I have also acquired a membership in a club composed of fellow moms like me - smart and curious women from many places and paths in life. Our interests and talents are diverse; what we have in common is the incredible love we feel towards our children and families. I love going down my blogroll and seeing new posts from my friends - the serious posts, the funny posts, the venting posts, and the details of life which make up each of these tales.

I’m part of this wonderful community which has enriched my life in so many ways, and one of my favorite events is when a new person comes out and  introduces herself. I love making new friends, and I’m glad that there are others who enjoy my writing just as I enjoy the tales of my friends. Jamie just popped out this way recently; I know her from a blog we read in common, and it’s wonderful to hear that she enjoys reading about life here in The Menagerie House. (Hi, Jamie!) It’s a fun community, and with the exception of one troll who hung out for a couple of weeks until he got bored, I’ve never had trouble with or from the more unsavory elements you can find on the Internet. But I do worry about something going awry in my happy little bubble out here, so here’s the scoop. Maybe one of you wonderful readers happens to know what’s going on here. 

Tonight I had what I thought was a new reader delurking, only this time one of my posts has been linked back to a blog that I don’t know, and no comments were left at my blog. This new site doesn’t even looks like a real blog to me, but I can’t figure out what the purpose of the site is. Like I said, I’m pretty naive. The author of the post starts out saying that my name is Nicole Lavato, posts part of a paragraph of Kiri’s birth story, and then links to the rest.

Perhaps I worry too much, but I wish I knew why some site I don’t even know is sending readers my way. Is the site selling something? What are they doing at this site? And why are they interested in my writing if they don’t even bother to introduce themselves?

Has anyone ever had this happen? And what’s going on over at this “Pregnantcelebrities” site? Any insights you could give me would be helpful. Thank you, everyone, for chipping in here!

One - The Party

You’ve read all about Kiri’s entrance into the world, so now it’s time to give you the birthday party run-down, complete with pictures. I’m sorry it took a while for me to get this post up and written, but we’ve had all of us sick over the last week with what I am desperately hoping is the last respiratory virus of Cold & Flu Season 2007-2008. “Better late than never”, or so the saying goes, and given the importance (and fun!) of Baby’s First Birthday, I’m sure it’s true in this case.

At any rate, Kieran’s birthday this year actually fell on Easter Sunday, April 23rd. We figured that that Sunday probably was not the best time for a party, so we voted for the next weekend, April 29th. Liam and I chose a “teddy bear” theme for the event, and we had some fun picking out teddy bear napkins, cups, and so on at Target. While we were there we found some fun teddy bear stickers for goody bags, and of course Liam was allowed to add another engine to his collection of trains because you can’t go to Target and only buy stuff for one kiddo, right? (That wouldn’t be fair at all, or so I was informed.)

We invited a pretty small number of close friends and neighbors. While there were a few families who couldn’t make the party due to various conflicts, we still had enough people to make for a cheery afternoon without the whole thing being crowded, noisy, and generally overwhelming for the children in attendance. My general plan was that we would have some snacks, the children could do a craft activity while the grown-ups visited, and then we would have cake and ice cream and the older children could help the Birthday Boy open his presents. As happens with most plans involving small children, things didn’t go quite to plan, but things still worked out well.

We had all of the families but one arrive pretty much together. We got everyone inside and set out the drinks and snacks. It was such a beautiful warm day that after about five minutes Liam and his friend J from across the street decided they wanted to go play in the backyard. After that, all the children decided to play outside, so instead of doing the craft project, we ended up with the grown-ups and Kieran inside visiting, and the big kids and a couple of dads out in the yard playing catch. After a while our missing family arrived - they have 15 month old twins and had been forced by an errant overtime nap to either arrive late or awaken a sleeping toddler. I’d say they made the right choice, wouldn’t you!

We finally realized that we were 2/3 of the way through our allotted party time, so we decided to bring out the fun stuff - cake, ice cream, and presents. We got the cake from the same bakery that made Liam’s birthday cake last fall; that cake was so delicious that the thought of having again brought big smiles to our faces. So we ordered the chocolate-chip cake with buttercream frosting, but minus the fire engine theme. This cake was decorated in blue and yellow icing, with a teddy bear, some balloons, and “Happy Birthday, Kieran!” drawn on the top. We treated Kiri to a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday to You!” and everyone dug in to the goodies.

I fed Kieran some cake, and he spit it out. I tried it again - he spit it out again, and then flat out refused the rest. Ever ready to help his brother in a moment of need, Liam consoled Kiri with, “Don’t worry, Kieran! I’m right here and I’m your big brother. You don’t have to eat things you don’t like on your birthday, that’s my rule. So I’ll eat your cake for you. Don’t worry!” I am happy to report, however, that Kiri about threw himself out of my lap in his haste to eat more ice cream, so the Birthday Boy did end up having a tasty treat on his birthday after all.

By that time some of the children were tired and some of the families had to leave to take care of them or to go various places. We said our good-by’s and thanks you’s, and then with the remaining guests we sat down and helped Kiri with the unwrapping. We truly have some wonderful friends who love our children, and after the unwrapping, Kiri was left with some much-needed warm weather clothes and an assortment of fun toys including an airplane, a truck, and a puzzle.

By far his favorite gift is a fabulous “Gnome Home.” I’m actually planning to tell you more about this toy in another post as it is just a work of art and you really have to see it at a time when you’re not skimming through an already-too-long post. My friend and talented knitter Lisa knitted and then felted a woolen house with removable felted roof. Then she knitted a half-dozen wee gnomes who live inside the house. Kieran loves to pull the gnomes out and drop them back in their home time after time. Sometimes, though, he prefers to sit and watch out the window while rubbing one of the soft little gnomes across his chubby baby face. It is the sweetest thing to see.

And with that, after everyone was filled with cake and the last present unwrapped, we looked around at a collection of now very tired children. Our remaining guests collected their belongings and their children and made their way home. It really was a wonderful party. To those of you who were there, thank you so much for coming; it’s a pleasure to have such wonderful friends with whom to share the milestones of our children’s lives. And to those who couldn’t make it, no worries, I’ve got the pictures below!

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The Birthday Boy waiting eagerly for his party to start…

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Here come his Big Brother with the balloons. Everyone knows you need balloons or it just isn’t a party.

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“Hey, look! I’ve got my own balloon! Whee!”

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Here’s a shot of Kevin telling Liam to keep his hands out of the birthday cake. Liam couldn’t for the life of him figure out how Daddy knew he was stealing the icing. Hee hee!

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The cake with its candle, all ready to go!

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“Mommy, Mommy, ice cream! More! Ice cream! Where have you guys been hiding this stuff all my life?”

Seriously, I have never seen a baby sign “more” so quickly and clearly.

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Wow, who knew birthday parties are so fun? I mean, where else can a guy find all this crinkly paper to tear and cardboard boxes to play with?”

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And here’s Mr. One himself. He was so worn out he fell asleep in the middle of dinner. It was fortuitous that we had already gotten him ready for bed.

And there you have it - the run-down on Kieran’s 1st Birthday. Thank you for sticking it out this far and reading all the way to the bottom. For my next post I promise the keep the word “brevity” in mind as I write. Have a wonderful evening, everyone!

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