Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas 2017



Merry Christmas 2017!

For the first time in years, we are in Virginia to celebrate the holiday with my parents (alas, Vanessa and Marco are in Africa but we got to Skype with them).

We dressed up and attended a lovely Christmas party at the home of friends of my parents.  The lighting in my parents' living room isn't great, but we had some nice smiles for snaps.







making antlers







as "maternity" of a photo shoot we'll do!




We went to the afternoon Children's Christmas Eve Service at Redeemer Lutheran in McLean (where Iver insisted on dressing up and joining the children at the front!).

Our little "angel"!
 

We opened family gifts on Christmas Eve (and really tried to keep gifts to a minimum, although I'm still not sure we'll be able to bring all of the presents back to CA in our suitcases).

 

This is the "Ho Ho Ho!" face


The Magformers stole the show and made the rest of present-opening quite uninteresting for Iver!




Iver has enjoyed trying to un-decorate the Christmas tree and reading stories with Grandma and Grandpa.


Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Three-year-old update!



At three, Iver weighs about 27 lbs (8%) and is about 3 ft. tall (~14%). He seems to have gone through a growth spurt recently, and now fits 2T pants (some 18mo-2 year shirts).

He sleeps through the night about 75% of the time in his own full bed in his room. We generally ignore the night wakings on the other nights, but they are still not extinguished.  When he "sleeps through," he goes to bed around 8 or 8:30 and wakes up between 4:30 and 5:30 a.m. (it's SUCH a bonus when it's after 5 a.m., although nothing, including bribes or a later bedtime, has seemed to make a consistent difference in making this happen more regularly). He takes a good post-lunch nap (usually 2 hours at home, probably about 1-1.5 hours at preschool). He still has the toddler ok-to-wake alarm clock in the room, but it doesn't really do anything to change behavior. We have taken the door monkey off the door in his room as he tends to stay in it (most of the time).  One of us still has to lie next to him until he's asleep, a habit ("tradition") we're going to try to break soon, but it's working ok (I listen to podcasts to pass the quiet time and we often fall asleep!).

He is a great eater now (for all of my anxiety that he was going to starve himself to death by refusing solids. I cut him off of nursing a few days past age two, and that definitely helped). He loves: pizza, pasta, spicy hotdogs (with grilled onions), meat (except he, like mama, doesn't really like chicken) and meatballs, "baby pho," green beans, snap peas, pickles, and fruits of all kinds, particularly grapes, mandarins, longans, and raisins.  He seems to consume 50% of his calories before noon, with large breakfasts including raisin bread, raisin bran or granola. He drinks 1-2 cups of whole milk per day, and loves sparkling water like I do (but also still water). He does have a sweet tooth and asks for "dessert" whenever it's available, although we serve it infrequently.

He is quite the communicator, and impresses with us with his perceptiveness and vocabulary. He makes up full stories and jokes. He knows words like "similar,"  "automatic," and constructs sentences with "nocturnal" and "accidentally." He has learned many "collective nouns" of groups of animals, so can rattle off "a parliament is a group of owls," "a leash is a group of foxes," etc.  One day this week, when we were leaving preschool, he said "I just saw a murder (group of crows)!"  He knows many Vietnamese words (more than I do, actually!). He knows all of his letters and can read "OPEN," "STOP," and "IVER" and a few more simple words, and tries to sign his name in at school. He has trouble pronouncing the "sp" sound ("spirit" is "firit," "spider" is "fider," etc...), but it's very cute.

He has been potty trained since just a tad after age 2, including for naps, but wears pull-ups at nighttime (since sleep has been such a battle, we're not ready to move to nighttime potty trips just yet).

He loves: books, stories, nursery rhymes, songs and singing (and playing "name that tune"), his magnet tiles and building towers, playing hide-and-seek and chase, arts and crafts, "helping" mama cook, pouring water into containers, lying on our blowing heater vents, running, jumping, climbing and playing outside at parks. He likes to do things his way and in particular orders.  He doesn't get much screen time (he'll be engaged for up to 15 minutes of Zootopia, Sing, and Blues Clues on DVD), but does like watching Barney on YouTube while Kelvin showers and enjoys Facetiming/Skyping with family.  We got him a *real* bike with training wheels for his birthday, and he is trying to get the strength to propel the pedals forward. He loves Costco trips with "papa" (when I am on call) and eating "out."

He hates: being told when and how to do something, getting lotion put on his dry skin, brushing his teeth, washing his hands or face, and wearing underwear other than those with Angry Birds on them.
He actually tolerates the (forward-facing) carseat quite well now.

He's still very much an energetic, intense and "strong-willed child," although discipline has been easier as he's gotten older, with him being able to fully understand consequences of fighting/disobeying/doing repetitive harmful or destructive behaviors when given warnings.  I like the "1,2,3 Magic" and "Love and Logic" approaches to toddler discipline, and they seem very effective in him at this age, compared to a year ago, when some of the battles were endless and seemingly un-winnable.  One day last week when he would not cooperate with the toothbrushing, we told him that he was going to lose his (school snack) fruit pouch if he continued, and he went on to lose it (and did not protest). When his preschool teacher asked him where his pouch was, he wouldn't admit that it was withheld because he was being naughty, but that he'd "lost it." :) So I guess we need to work on the truth-telling part of his story-telling, but that will come...  He's apparently an empathetic, obedient and very easy-to-manage child at school, which is good (I guess!).

He is, most of the time, an incredibly fun and funny, animated 3-year-old who is excited to welcome his brother (who he has decided to name "Poopy") in a couple of months. I really love this age!


















We started his big day waking up from a California-to-Virginia red-eye to visit my parents. He was pretty jet-lagged and cranky, despite a long nap, but enjoyed chasing park squirrels, opening some gifts, including a Magformers Robot set, and devouring a raisin-topped donut for "dessert"!










Thanks to auntie Kat for this montage

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Santa Claus comes to Preschool!


"What did you do at school today?"
"I was Santa. I wore a beard!"


LL had their Holiday performance, where the kids got up on stage and sang their prepared Christmas songs. Iver had been singing "Jingle Bells" and "We Wish you a Merry Christmas" at the top of his lungs at home for weeks, but when he got up on stage, he (in green) got "deer in the headlights" frozen body, spent half of the songs fiddling with his Santa hat, and didn't sing a single word!












And he's not into sitting on Santa's lap, either!


(call him the Christmas grinch in green).

Hope (thanks, Alabama)

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Hope
by Vaclav Havel

Hope is a state of mind, not a state of the world
Either we have hope within us or we don’t.
Hope is not a prognostication—it’s an orientation of the spirit.
You can’t delegate that to anyone else.

Hope in this deep and powerful sense is not the same as joy
when things are going well,
or the willingness to invest in enterprises
that are obviously headed for early success,
but rather an ability to work for something to succeed.

Hope is definitely NOT the same as optimism.
It’s not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense,
regardless of how it turns out.

It is hope, above all, that gives us strength to live
and to continually try new things,
even in conditions that seem as hopeless as ours do, here and now.
In the face of this absurdity, life is too precious a thing
to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily,
without meaning, without love, and, finally, without hope.


The "hopeful" story of this week was that on Tuesday, Once a Long Shot, Democrat Doug Jones won the Alabama Senate Race  (something I never expected, nor dared to hoped to see in my lifetime, regardless of how despicable the opponent--this time, a "family values" child molester). Thank you to the impassioned voters of Alabama (especially to the African-American voters, who saved us from the preferred choice of white evangelicals) for allowing us to hope again that to believe that good does sometimes triumph over evil.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

The most wonderful time of the year


We've been busy celebrating some Christmas traditions in my favorite time of year!  Even though 2017 has been an incredibly emotional and stressful year given everything going on in our country and the world, my spirits always are lifted by seeing lights and bright colors and celebrating the joy and magic of the Advent and Christmas season.

Val hosted an awesome NPS Christmas party, with excellent turnout (if only I could have parktaken in the glögg)!
 

Our town of McKinleyville had a little tree-lighting/caroling/sit-on-Santa's-lap celebration on Thursday. Iver didn't want to wait in the Santa line but waited eagerly for a "poodle on a leash" balloon animal.







Last weekend, we made some Christmas crafts, which turned out quite well (in comparison with the Salt Dough Ornament Fail of 2015), especially since I am about the most NONcrafty, NONcreative, NONpinterest-y mom out there (ideas were all found online).  I may have overdone it shopping at Michaels craft store with some of the accessories, but these took acrylic paint on paper or canvas, extremities of Iver, stickers, stamps, glitter glue, ribbon, markers, and a glue gun, but the ones we saved are ones I'll like to keep!
 









We may even attempt Gingerbread cookies and trusty Million Dollar Fudge this weekend!

Loving this season. Happy December!