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catch up
On Thanksgiving we were not fully thankful - our guests, a Sudanese family, colleague of mr. flea, were a bit nonplussed by the meal I think, and left hurriedly because they felt their son was acting up (he will be 1 in a couple of weeks; he was not acting unusally noisy by one-year-old standards). On the good side, how often do you have turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and homemade felafel? On the bad side, it was just awkward - mainly driven by the mother being stressed out about her son. Who was fine. I don't know how much of it is cutural, and how much of it is her personality. Also my left leg inexplicably hurt all day - I was having morbid fun imagining bone cancer or a blood clot. Since it was fine the next day, I assume it was what my rational mind said all along - I turned an ankle and wrenched everything a little bit.
Since then we've taken it easy. Casper has been very tiring. She's 15 months old today and is just beginning to realize that she is a person and can make choices and want things. She hasn't quite figured out what it is that she wants a lot of the time, unfortunately. She's pretty clear about some things she doesn't want, however: to be strapped into the car seat, ditto any high chair (she has mastered climbing into dining room chairs, and I see the end of the high chiar coming in the distance, but she's such a wiggly and messy eater that we can't give it up yet). Even tag-team, these 4 days have been exhausting - partly because tag-team isn't very effective when what Casper wants is mummy. We went to the history museum in Raleigh yesterday, and to Lilly's pizza, and it was incredibly tiring. We each had about 10 minutes of unencumbered time to look at exhibits, and scarfed down our pizza while alternating holding a whining child who would eat only olives (kalamata at that! well, at least she has taste.)
New words: Dada is replacing guck as the word for everything. She now reliably says "up" to be picked up. "Owl" which is so funny because last spring Hadas was about this age and obsessed with owls, and said it all the time, and Casper picked it up incredibly fast from her Pooh book and the picture in our dining room.
Today is sunny and warm again and we spent a pleasant hour at the park and then went to a naming ceremony (daughter equivalent to a bris) for our neighbors. Her middle name is after her still-living great-grandmother, who was in attendance, and many sweet words were said which made me weepy. Ariella, the big sister (almost 4), when asked to speak a few words, said "she cries all the time." Whispering followed, and when asked "do you have anything nice to say about your sister," Ariella yelled "I wish she wouldn't cry so much!" Then gathered herself to say the blessing and we ate.
Since then we've taken it easy. Casper has been very tiring. She's 15 months old today and is just beginning to realize that she is a person and can make choices and want things. She hasn't quite figured out what it is that she wants a lot of the time, unfortunately. She's pretty clear about some things she doesn't want, however: to be strapped into the car seat, ditto any high chair (she has mastered climbing into dining room chairs, and I see the end of the high chiar coming in the distance, but she's such a wiggly and messy eater that we can't give it up yet). Even tag-team, these 4 days have been exhausting - partly because tag-team isn't very effective when what Casper wants is mummy. We went to the history museum in Raleigh yesterday, and to Lilly's pizza, and it was incredibly tiring. We each had about 10 minutes of unencumbered time to look at exhibits, and scarfed down our pizza while alternating holding a whining child who would eat only olives (kalamata at that! well, at least she has taste.)
New words: Dada is replacing guck as the word for everything. She now reliably says "up" to be picked up. "Owl" which is so funny because last spring Hadas was about this age and obsessed with owls, and said it all the time, and Casper picked it up incredibly fast from her Pooh book and the picture in our dining room.
Today is sunny and warm again and we spent a pleasant hour at the park and then went to a naming ceremony (daughter equivalent to a bris) for our neighbors. Her middle name is after her still-living great-grandmother, who was in attendance, and many sweet words were said which made me weepy. Ariella, the big sister (almost 4), when asked to speak a few words, said "she cries all the time." Whispering followed, and when asked "do you have anything nice to say about your sister," Ariella yelled "I wish she wouldn't cry so much!" Then gathered herself to say the blessing and we ate.