Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Ivan funnies vol.11


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ivan loving on Smacky.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



~~~~~~~~~~~~She never fully appreciates his love!~~~~~~~~~~~~



I was trying to see how Ivan would do drinking his smoothy all by himself. At first I helped him get the glass to his lips and put it up, but he was doing so well with this slow moving drink that I thought I'd just give him the glass and see what happened.


He drank without spilling and thoroughly enjoyed it, but didn't know what to do with the rest, so he threw it on the floor, effectively spraying himself. I let him wallow in it while I took his picture- maybe he'll learn throwing it was not such a good idea??? (a hopeful mom reasons).

Saturday, February 04, 2006

They don't make them like they used to!










So has anyone else noticed that playgrounds no longer have: teeter-totters or merry-go-rounds. This park doesn't even have swings! They've replaced everything with plastic and rubberized stuff, I suppose in the hopes of kids not getting hurt (or more likely, them not getting sued for a kid getting hurt). Sometimes us adults take all the fun out of stuff.






Even with all it's seeming innocence, Ivan banged his head at this playground (ok, so I was helping him up the step by pushing on his bottom over my head, so that I could lead him to the slide and get his picture- He barely cried, and it was worth it! Big smiles as he came down and a great pic!)



Thursday, February 02, 2006

a walk on the wild side.

Deana (see links to the side) challenged her blog's readers to post pictures from a frequent walking path of theirs. I wouldn't say this is my favorite path, it sure isn't very picturesque, but we do it often. Come along for the ride...

We head down our street, Briarwood and start a criss-crossy path. There are no good streets to use. Some are pretty busy and few have sidewalks, except for ours, for which I'm very thankful. If we want a quick jaunt, we do just our block, sometimes I let Ivan walk it. It's very long, 3 blocks, so to the end and around would be like walking 6 blocks. Pretty good for someone a little over 30 inches long! Katty corner to the stop sign is an elderly lady's house from whose yard we often hear ducks, geese or some other mystery creatures. She calls her yard xeroscaping, but others call it a jungle!

Xeroscaping is supposed to be water efficient landscaping (using rocks, heat resistant plants...). Many people use cactus to decorate their yard with. I always think they look like a huge toddler hazard. This is why we moved our struggling rose bush to the front yard, next to the wall, behind a little cement wall. Ivan shouldn't fall on it, unless he is playing where he shouldn't be, then I guess it would be live and learn!

It's christmas year round here! I didn't know back home that mistletoe is a fungus, not a plastic decoration. It loves mesquite trees. It also saps all their energy and causes them to barely give their thin leaves in the summer, but it makes for a long walk of kisses or easy, cheap decor for the December festivities.

I promised a walk on the wild side, so here it is! Actually stray dogs can be dangerous, this one followed us accross the street after I took it's picture. It was just fine until I had to disturb it's potty break! We've seen people walk the streets with a club and Brian started carrying one after two incidents. We once used an umbrella stroller (that was WAY to hard to maneover) to ward off two BIG stay dogs as I carried Ivan protectively in my arms (the stroller made a better weapon than a mode of transportation). Another time, we actually called 911 when a pitbull attacked Saba, who was on her leash with Brian holding her and I had Ivan in the REAL stroller. The responder told us to be very careful- yeah, duh!!!

The only things green right now are the mistletoe, evergreen bushes and trees (some pine, most leaf). Coming from Canada, I didn't know there were evergreen leaf trees. This tree is desperate for greenery and accepted some vine to climb it in a poor impersonation of an evergreen tree.

Here's Ivan in the somewhat busy street. We go 7 blocks down this one to get to an elementary school.


This peach tree either gives off early fruit or is confused by our warm weather, as it has already budded and is blooming. It's been summer temps here (80F, 20C) today.

You can spot a pecan tree from a block away by its distinctive pecan clusters. These ones have already opened and dropped shelled treasures, but I've walked with our little neighbor Jaime and enjoyed seeing her hunt down and collect all our stroller's tray could handle in pecans. She was delighted with her "crop" off the street and headed home to eat them. Something else I learnt. Since the only way I knew how to get into a nut was with a nut cracker, I was amazed once as I watched a 3 year old crack open a pecan with no special tools. Adults can put two side-by-side in their palm and crack one with force, but this little smarty placed a pecan on the concrete, stomped on it and picked up the (crushed) pieces. He and his cousin had a little stomp and eat fest in our backyard one day and I was that much wiser.

The neighboorhoods go from what Brian calls "the hood" to suburbia the further we walk toward the school. Our street is a good blend of both. There are both trashed out yards and manicured ones, sometimes right beside each other. But as we walk, they become more uniformally upscale. This yard features a fancified condo for the wildlife. Many of the yards in this area have signs saying "well water". This means they have a well and should indicate a more lush yard, assuming they use it. The rest of us commoners are subject to the city's mandated water rationing in the summer drought. We are allowed to water on a specific day and at certain times, according to our house number twice a week. If caught watering on an off day, one can be fined.

The school is on a huge property square, 3 blocks long and wide. There is a walking path all around it and they recently added stroller friendly ramps at each corner. It's nice not to worry about traffic and greet the many walkers who benefit from the "trail". When the sidewalk was put in, they let each grade write their names in the cement, a constant reminder to us of the little people being formed on the property and how quickly they grow up. It also says each grade, the kindergarteners would be turning 30 this year!

We loop around the school property. This elementary school is being fully renovated this year. It is closed to the public, it's students are shipped to another school during reconstruction. You can see the air conditioners on the roof of this building. There are 4 octogonal buildings, linked by covered sidewalks, then a main area with cafeteria, library, offices and other classrooms.

Here's the front, with it's circular drive for crazy pick-up times. Most kids are driven to school or walk. If we are here that long, this is where Ivan will go. We may walk for pick-ups, I'm not sure how we'd do getting up early to walk for dropping off.




Either the workers really identify with the poorly decorated tree from Charlie Brown's Christmas AND forgot it is February, or this tree is extremely dangerous. Ivan and I kept well away from it!

On the way home, we like to take a different circuitous route through the nice neighborhoods. We are reminded what beautiful landscaping can occur with mucho dinero and what garages look like when they are used as garages and not add-on rooms for the home. I read that twisted, half laid down, mesquite trees were made this way by the buffalo that long time ago roamed these parts. When the trees were mere saplings, the buffalo rubbed against them and reconfigured the direction of the tree. The now old scratching post makes for interesting visuals and challenging mowing.

On we go, until we reach our home. 1534 Briarwood. It features laughs and cries, real people trying to find their way through this journey. Now that you know you're way around, you may be more comfortable to take us up on the offer of coming down. There is an extra room and you are welcome anytime. (Unless you are some wierd blog reader who I don't know, at which point we'd want to meet you first!) Happy trails!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Eating their young

Some people in parenting magazines joke about understanding why some species eat their young. I totally can't identify with the eating part, but there are days...

The good thing for Ivan at this point is that we found out he has a double ear infection. The infection is not a good thing, but at least it helps us strum up some compassion for him when he is about to send us over the edge. I'm not sure if he's just hurting really bad (please, may this be it) or if he is exibiting some of those famous two year old behaviors (please no!), but he is pushing the limits.

Normally, Ivan responds well to being able to choose right from wrong with the 3 count and slap (Lin told me it worked with Harley and I'd been leaning toward that, it has been good, he has the power to decide, but there are consequences for disobeying). But this hasn't worked much the past couple of days and he has been trying to rip apart or get into everything (I know "sign of intelligence"- think positive). I could have used that today, "there's my SMART boy, DISCOVERING, the properties of food and gravity all at the same time while he dumped the olives all over the floor).

Instead of showing me the sign for "full" or waving his head "no" when he was full today, he flung his food all over and showed me he wanted the bowl. I tried to let him feed himself and he'd go from sweet boy learning to eat, to fearsome power, flinging, tossing, throwing. It didn't make matters better that I had just gotten the wall clean (sacrificing the texture to the scrub pad) and now there was spagetti sauce and chunks of stuff on it again!

But there have been bright moments of the day. He did well at the grocery store (he loves going out and wants everyone to see what a good boy he is). He also succumbed to one of my survival tactics. When he repeatedly begged for my coffee (oh, yeah, did I mention we were both up all night- add tired to the list), I poured his unfinished milk in a mug, heated it and watched him enjoy his "coffee", oh so delighted to be like the adults with their "adult drinks" (John ;)

Here's Ivan on another happy moment from a few days ago. I made the sign and said the words for drink and he enthusiastically responded, but he got lost when I asked if he wanted milk, juice or water. So, I placed all three in front of him. I thought he'd just pick out the one he wanted. Instead, he became very serious. This was his first wet bar all to himself and he had to make a caculated decision. He picked up each drink one by one and drank from it. Then decided he liked the juice best (I could have told him that! But how much better for him to figure it out all by himself!)

We would appreciate any and all prayers for wisdom, patience, love, patience, sleep, health, patience and some more of those parental tricks.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

4 generations of Baggett men

We had a nice little trip to Granite Shoals, TX to see great-grandpa Baggett then on to Austin to take grandpa Ray to his plane to head back home. Ivan was a bit sick and grouchy and so was great-grandpa Baggett, but I think that is his usual self. I've never had much relationship with my grandparents. Grandpa MacLeod (my dad's dad) lived with us about 15 years or so, but he had alzheimers. Dad said he was always kind of gruff and distant, the alzheimers didn't help any. Great-grandpa Baggett isn't very friendly either and can be downright mean to his son and grandson, but he seemed to warm up to Ivan. Kids just do that! As much as we love Mr. Griffin, he doesn't have good relationships with his kids either, but he thinks Ivan is the highlight of everyone's day.

We did get this 4 generations picture and got to look at old pictures. We saw a picture with Ivan's great-great-great grandmother and her baby (Brian's great-grandmother). That was amazing. It's so captivating to see how the lineage was passed down and even the short visit helped me learn more about Brian and his family (for better or for worse, right? ;).

Saturday, January 28, 2006

love to cuddle???

I wanted a cuddly baby and I got one! There is nothing to me in the world that compares to Ivan's hugs. He gives them readilly and often with great affection. I love the way his little soft body wraps around me and warms me from the outside in. He will often stop in the middle of playing and come to give me a hug, or one to the dog or cat. Words can not describe this gift from him. However, I have come to realize that I do not love cuddling near as much as I thought. The hugs and cuddle sessions are great, the all-night cling on are not so great!

Ivan is having a rough week. He got some vaccinations that I think he may be reacting to, plus he has a cold. Last night he didn't sleep, neither did I. OK, he had a nap from 9:30 to midnight and from then 'till 5am, we walked, bounced and were absolutely miserable. He was miserable in my arms and even worse when I didn't hold him. We both knew he was exhausted and he was truly trying to get comfortable and sleep, but it was like a kazillion caffeine stimulators were coursing through his little body. I even resorted to walking about 10 laps around our backyard, with him in a baby sling and both of us in our pyjamas. Everytime he dozed off and I tried to put him down, he woke screaming and desperate. So, we cuddled all night. We also cuddled Tues. and Wed. night.

I love him and as I said I love to cuddle, but so far over the last few days, my most heavenly moments were Thurs. night and my nap today, all by myself, in a cushy bed, with Ivan all by himself, asleep in his own bed.

I would not have it any other way. But I was surprised, knowing how much I love to cuddle, that after many days with a 23 pound appendage, the bed could feel so much better WITHOUT him! Along with wonderful hugs and cuddles, Ivan loves kisses.

Ivan's nightly rituals include bath time and night-night kisses. He says "mmmmmmmmmm" and puckers but doesn't do the lip smack, just touches his lips to a cheek.

I loved hearing all the responses from my last question, so here's the next one. This one lends from the ideas of Gary Smalley, who wrote about 5 love languages. His theory is that everyone feels love by one primary "language". Think back over the years and tell me which of these made you feel the most loved...
-physical touch (hugs, massage, human contact...)
-receiving gifts
-words of affirmation (verbally or in notes)
-quality time with someone
-acts of service (someone doing something for you)
One useful lesson from these is that we usually assume others respond to the same aspect that we favor. Therefore if I feel loved when I get gifts, I'll tend to give others gifts to show them I love them (even if this doesn't affect them like it does me). So the trick is to find out which way our friends and family perceive love and try to communicate love to them in their favored way.

Find out my favored love language in comments and leave yours there too, then "accidentally" leave the screen up with your comment where your mate can read your answer! ha, ha ;)

Friday, January 27, 2006

Sharing our lives, mine and yours!

We made a friend from the blogging realm, Deana, who has a fabulous blog about her life and a second blog with one of the most inspiring stories you'll ever read about her son's miraculous exhistence (from her site, click on Max's story). Anyways, she often has questions on her blog. She asks, then answers in the comments and invites her many readers to answer in comments also. It is a great way to share our lives and get to know each other while we're at it. So, I thought I would do the same from time to time.

What in nature mezmerizes you? Excites you? Gives you peace?

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Blossoming Belly, at 4 months



We sent pics of my growing belly during Ivan's pregnancy and to be equal (yes Jen and Kim) we are doing it all again with #2. You can also expect another surprise name, since we won't tell until the birth, but next month we should know if the upcomer is a she or he.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Chewy nuggets, vol.2

I read a quote on a newsletter I subscribe to. I forget who the author was and I'm sure I'm saying it all different, but if I can remember and follow the advice, I will become a much better person. This is something I am SUPREEMELY bad at and have only come to understand in the last few years. The advice was this...

Listen to understand, don't listen to answer.

Pierce me in the heart and reconfigure my entire being! I hate how hard it is to change myself and also how I always think others should change easily. This is a biggie for me. I want to listen to understand and to know and to love and to empathize, not a small task. I think this got harder in a way when I became a mom, because you have to find answers and teach and direct. But I don't want to be bossy or a dictartorship either. I want to actually hear my children, husband, friends... I think this will teach Ivan even more than if I always have an answer.


On another note, I did UNDERSTAND Ivan's body language when he had his first encounter with a bird (our neighbor brought it over). At first he thought it was great. He would pat it (a little too roughly) and it would run away. He looked at it and watched it climb up my shoulder. Then when my neighbor had it, it flew down to me and caught me off guard, making me squeal. I was surprised, but Ivan was terrified. It was like one of those America's funniest videos clips where the kid goes hysterical. I put my hand on him to calm him and he must have thought the bird had landed on him, because he flipped out and screamed and cried and wanted to crawl into my lap. I had never seen sheer terror on his face before like that, (well, unless you count the time he crunched down on a jalapeno- our mistake). That time, he made gestures for us to remove his innerds, tried to crawl out of the high chair and hurl himself into my lap, like I can fix everything! I guess Ivan already had his first lessons that just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I know everything!

Monday, January 23, 2006

First sentence


No one was even close, but how could we guess? I'm making official Ivan's first sentence. I hesitated since I wasn't totally sure, but grandpa Ray heard it too, so I have a witness. We have new house phones and Ivan was trying to reach the handset on the desk. When he managed to snag it, he said very clearly "all right!" He hasn't said it again and most the time all we hear is babble, but then all of a sudden, clear as day, rings out something understandable and it makes you wonder if he can really talk more and is just leading us along.