Saturday, May 23, 2009

She's a Braniac, Brainiac On the Floor...

...and she's walking like she's never walked before.

Saya is changing every day, and looks more and more like a little toddler and less and less like my little baby. She can say "mama" and "dada" and makes a "buh" sound when she sees balloons, butterflies, books, bubbles and the bath. I'm pretty sure she knows the "b" sound is used for those words.

She is learning commands. When we say "yay!" she bobs up and down and claps her hands (she also claps her hands when we tell her to clap them). She knows how to wave hi and bye, gimme five and do a high five. When I say "Dance, Saya!" she bobs up and down. We can tell her to stick out her tongue and she does it. When I'm reading and I ask her to turn the page, she will do it. I can also ask her where my hair, nose, and bellybutton are, and she can point to them. She also tries to say "up" when she wants us to pick her up. When I ask her for a kiss, she leans in and kind of opens her mouth on my cheek, which MELTS me.

So far, however, the "NO BITING" command has not been internalized. I think she knows what it means but does it anyway to get our attention. So I'm kind of nervous about what will happen with that once we start day care next week.

She also clearly understands a bunch of words: dog, leaf, flower, bubbles, goldfish, water, and outside. She loves being outside. If she's fussy, we'll tell her "we're going outside" and she immediately calms down. She also LOVES dogs. She gets so excited when she sees them, she starts screaming. Unfortunately I think she's allergic to them...when they lick her face, she breaks out in hives. Last week she even got hives after being licked by a hypoallergenic breed, so I guess we'll have to see if she grows out of it.

Physically, she's developing by leaps and bounds. She has six teeth. She can use a sippy cup by herself, and can feed herself finger food. She even peels her own banana (once we start it for her) and eats it!


She is really good with fine motor skills: picking things up between her index finger and thumb - even puzzle pieces. She can pull herself from lying down into sitting up, and can pull herself to standing from a sitting position. She is crawling a little bit better (bottom is still not off the ground, so it's kind of an army crawl still) but can furniture-walk and walk around while holding onto just one of our hands.

We are trying to break a few habits of hers. Biting = OUCH. Her favorite things to bite? Nipples and electrical cords! WTF! Also, one of her favorite movements to make when meeting someone new is an arm gesture that bears a disturbing resemblance to the "Heil Hitler" maneuver...we're trying to redirect her into some less offensive gesturing. Her other favorites: taking all the credit cards out of Kris's wallet, eating my phone (and breaking it twice), and sucking on my dirty flip flops.

The latest is that she absolutely loves dumping all my tampons out of the box and then trying to chew on them. Granted, Kris loves doing that too, so it may be genetic.

I hope you realize I'm kidding.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Busy Bees

A month ago I posted this Calendar of Events to describe what I intended to do in our final month in California. Let's look at our batting average, shall we?

What we got done:
  1. Finalized moving estimates, selected mover, scheduled moving date, bought one-way tickets to Indianapolis.
  2. Family photo shoot with Aubrey Trinnaman at Stow Lake and the Chinese Pavilion (where we got married!) in Golden Gate Park, tea in the Japanese tea garden, a visit to the California Academy of Sciences, and dinner at Dragonfly with Monica, Rishi and Roshan. It was a great day, which I'll post about later.
  3. Got my hair did and botoxed my forehead.
  4. Mother's Day. It happened.
  5. Kris had a dramatic trip to Japan and returned.
  6. I went to L.A. for five days and went on a totally unnecessary 17-hour trip to Dallas for work (ugh).
  7. Goodbye party happened last night. It was wonderful, and I will post on it later.
  8. Three visits to my physical therapist.
  9. Bought a laptop.
  10. Kris went to the doctor, I went to the doctor, and Saya went to the doctor four different times for her head spasm issues, which is its own soap opera worthy of a lengthy and semi-boring post.
What totally didn't go down:
  1. No trip to the Ferry Building (my ultimate happy place), Tartine (for croissants), Bi-Rite Creamery (for ice cream) and Delfina (for dinner). I'm hoping at least half of these things will happen on Tuesday as we celebrate Daphna's dissertation defense.
  2. No celebration of Cinco de Mayo or Japanese Children's Day (sniff!)
  3. No trips to Berkeley to eat gourmet sandwiches at Gregoire and pizza at Zachary's, or walk around 4th Street, Shattuck, College & Claremont, or Piedmont.
  4. No trip to Cowgirl Creamery at Pt. Reyes
  5. Baby Loves Disco! did not happen.
  6. Maryn's bridal shower/bachelorette party still being planned. Invitations MUST BE SENT this weekend.
Our batting average is 62.5%. OK. My work batting average is much, much lower. Shhhh.

All this is to say, I'm sorry. I've been in a hole and will emerge soon, I promise. Life is beyond crazed right now. This weekend, the packing begins in earnest.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Nesty

I'm feeling very nesty. Yes indeedy, there is a halo of domesticity crowning my (filthy, unshowered) little head today.

I am in full-on moving mode. Meaning: planning, sorting, packing, and--most excitingly--thinking about decorating after we move. I am sick of living in clutter, so my number one priority right now is identifying great options for storing all the ugly toys away. For me, bright pink and purple plastic things that make weird noises or sing the alphabet don't really fit with my yet-to-be-achieved aesthetic of chic and modern living.

These awesome PJ Pocket Pillows by Modern Twist ($50 each) look like an awesome solution to my storage issues:


They're based on a Japanese design modeled after sea anemones. I just love the colors and cool, graphic prints.

I'm still craving one of Mod Mom Furniture's toy boxes but Kris is not down with spending $400 for a toy box.

Kids Haus also has a great page listing all sorts of storage options for the modern nursery.

Also: Design Mom just featured Downtown Chic, a book recently released by SixxDesign, a husband-wife interior design team with a brood of seven(!) kids. I might have to order it, asap. Seriously, look at their website. Look at their fabulous homes and furniture. And then look at how awesome they look. The wife/mother is totally gorgeous (after seven kids!) and the family is just too chic for words: annual trips to their beach house in Brazil, life in a gorgeous space in Manhattan, and a thriving business (which I'm sure helps support their gigantic mansion, private school, nannies, etc...either that or a trust fund!). I kind of want to be them.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Please Donate to the Kris Absentminded Fund

For the low low price of $750, you too can keep this man around for two days:

Last Monday, we were all set to drive Kris to the airport for his trip to Japan for an important robotics conference. Uncharacteristically, we were packed and ready to go on time. What could possibly go wrong?

I hear Kris say "Ohhh #$*#&@." His passport was expired. Um, oops.

Panic ensued. We spent the next hour or so researching how to get an emergency passport renewal. We finally found an expediter in San Francisco. For $450, we could get it renewed by Tuesday night...and for another $300, we could re-book his trip for Wednesday morning, allowing him enough time to get to Japan for two out of three presentations. He emailed another professor and arranged to have her present his first presentation.

Crisis averted...for the low low cost of $750. At least Kris got to stick around for two more days.

You may wonder whether this was a fluke. But no. This is AFTER Kris had booked his flight to arrive a day later than he was supposed to arrive (because god forbid we check our itinerary before shelling out a grand for an international flight) and then having to re-book, costing $100. Kris tried to argue that I shouldn't be upset about the $100 re-booking fee, because the earlier flight was $100 cheaper, making the re-booking fee a wash. Nevermind that we would have SAVED $100 if he'd just booked it on the correct day to begin with.

And nevermind that I asked him a few months ago whether his passport was still good, to which he responded "OF COURSE. THEY'RE GOOD FOR LIKE, FOREVER." After he found out his passport was, indeed, actually expired, he looked at me (as if he were the voice of reason) and said "But seriously, who would ever think that their passport is expired? I mean, it happens so infrequently, why would anyone actually remember to check it?" I try to keep calm in these instances and not remind him how I asked him about it, or remind him that 99% of the universe does, in fact, check their passport when booking international travel.

Thank god we cancelled our trip to Canada! I would've been livid if we'd shown up at the airport only to be told that we couldn't go on our vacation.

To be fair, I knew what I was signing up for when I married the man. He can sometimes be absentminded, and this needs to be figured into our household budget. His absentmindedness costs us at least $1,000 a year, sometimes more. I made peace with it early on, so incidents like this don't bother me too much...anymore. But believe me, I used to lose it when he did stuff like this. Like the time he "didn't realize" he hadn't been paid any of his summer salary (who does not realize they haven't been paid for several months!?!?!), and by the time he asked about it, he could no longer be paid, because the grant funding had run out.

The best part? This is the THIRD time an international conference trip has resulted in semi-disaster. One year, before we were married, he was supposed to go to Japan for a conference. He asked me to call him two hours before his 1 p.m. flight to wake him up (because god forbid we have an alarm clock). I reminded him that he was supposed to be AT the airport two hours before his flight, and that he needed to pack and get himself to the airport, so I advised him to wake up at 9 a.m.

I called him at 9 a.m. and my call went straight to voicemail. Hmmm. Maybe he was in the shower. I called again fifteen minutes later. No answer. I sent him an email.

By 10 a.m. I was panicking and turned into a full-on stalker, calling every five minutes. Finally, at 11 a.m., I got a panicked return call from Kris. His phone had died and he had just woken up. I started yelling that he was supposed to be at the airport, when he informed me that he had actually already missed his flight...he mis-read the flight time; his flight had already left. So he re-booked the flight (at a cost of several hundreds of dollars) and got to Japan in the nick of time the next day.

I thought he'd learned his lesson for the following year's trip to a conference in Barcelona. He made his flight without a hitch. But after the conference--and a night of drinking absinthe--he managed to leave his passport at the hotel and arrive at the Barcelona airport without it. A thousand dollars was shelled out to re-book the missed flight, and stay in Barcelona for a few extra days because he couldn't find an earlier flight.

Kris wonders why I'm such a control freak, but I use these three stories as justification for why all household administrative matters MUST be routed through and planned by me.

Yesterday, Kris returned from Japan. And yes, I managed to keep my cool as he recounted how he temporarily lost his laptop power cord, causing his computer to completely die, leaving him without an opportunity to practice his presentation, and then found the cord just in time for his presentation, which went okay despite a massive hangover. I also gracefully refrained from raising my voice as he told me how he left his hotel a mere two hours before his return flight from Japan--not realizing that the bus trip to the airport would take 85 minutes--and then had to be escorted to the gate because he was the last person to board, nearly missing his flight.

Sigh.

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