I love you

So by now, I have certainly figured out that children learn phrases by repeating what they hear adults - usually their parents - say to them. Over and over. Baby Zog learned things like "Night Night Daddy," or "I see you" or "Go to the car" from us. First by repeating, and then eventually just saying them on his own.

Well, the other night he initiated a phrase that he has never said without first hearing it said to him. He finally said, "I love you." But, guess who he said it to?

One clue. His name starts with a "G" and rhymes with "over."

Hmmm....I'm still holding my breath for Baby Zog to go through his "I only want mommy phase" (see blog post dated May 27th for more on that). I guess I can hold my breath and wait for my turn with this too.

Four For the Price of One

So, this post is about a video. And truthfully, it's a video that will be most appreciated by proud grandparents, but I just have to share it with you all. Baby Zog was a fountain of tricks and knowledge tonight. He finally conquered climbing onto the sofa on his own (we'll blame the short legs he inherited from Grandma Donna for the delay in that milestone). He also has started counting, attempting to sing the alphabet song and, well, just singing in general. Often. Loudly.

If you are familiar with the lyrics to the ABC song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, AND you are fluent in "toddler speak" you should be able to understand most of what he's singing. He's my favorite soloist.

So I present to you the video I have dubbed: Four For the Price of One - Couch, Numbers, Letters, Songs. Click here to enjoy the video.

Southern Moon

At some point in the life of most toddlers the famous book "Goodnight Moon" will enter the picture. We were given about 27 copies of this book when I was pregnant and honestly, I never thought it was all that great. So, as the universe would have it, of course Baby Zog LOVES to read the book he affectionately refers to simply as "Moon" every night before bed.

But tonight, I thought it WAS all that great and here's why: If you'll look in the photo above, you'll see on the table what is repeatedly referred to in the book as "a bowl full of mush." My sweet boy pointed at this bowl full of mush on the first page tonight, turned his head to look at me and said, "I see grits!" Oh how my southern heart swelled! Of course you see grits son, of course you do.

The best part is that he said, "I see grits, I see grits" (which sounds more like "I see gits") throughout the entire book. He must have said it twenty times. Every time that bowl full of mush showed up, my boy was ready to proclaim his excitement for one of his favorite foods. Meanwhile, I think I have a new favorite book.

Mom Zog Update

Please accept my apologies for my long absence from the blogosphere. I am - for those of you who don't know - a working woman once again, and boy am I busy. Many readers of this blog know the story, so here is a quick rundown for those of you who don't know. I'll steal a page from my dear friend Matt's recent blog post and just list some stats:

Day told my position at SPC was being "eliminated": November 19, 2008

Last day of work at SPC: December 20, 2009 (after 9.5 years with them)

Number of hours spent at the Unemployment office: 3 (not too bad really)

Number of networking groups/sessions attended weekly during job search: at least 3

Number of new people met in the job search process: over 150

Number of months spent without a single interview: 5 long ones

Number of companies that eventually interviewed me: 2

Number of positions I was ultimately offered: 2

Day I started my new job: June 2, 2009

So, in the end, I was offered two very different, but very good positions. One at a bank; one at an ad agency. Ultimately, work/life balance desires won me over to the bank. I just couldn't bear the idea of late nights, some weekends, and business traveling right now. I would miss things like the photo above or afternoons like this. With the bank, I am done every day at 5:00 and pulling into the parking lot at Baby Zog's daycare by 5:20. God is good.

It feels great to be working again. The compensation is not as good as my last position with SPC, so the purse strings are still a little tight, but living without the fear feels so good. I am settling into my Business Development position at the bank and think I'm going to find it to be exciting and rewarding. I couldn't ask for better coworkers at this small, privately owned bank with only four branches and 60 employees. It's an enjoyable environment and so far, I wake up ready to go to work. I'm learning to "be a banker" pretty quickly and feel more confident everyday.

Thanks for the prayers, emails, thoughts, and resume passing over the last six months. This experience has taught me so much about expectations, best laid plans, attitude, perseverance, the goodness of strangers, and the grace of God. I'm sure you'll hear more about it from me in the coming months as I process everything, but for now, as I said, God is good and I am happy.

No Big Whoop

Despite my occasional browsing of celebrity tabloids, my new obsession with Tori Spelling's reality show, the one time I operated the rice steamer with no water in the appliance, and a recent loss of my cell phone in my own home, I am a reasonably intelligent woman. I KNOW toddlers go through phases that they neither initiate nor choose. They are toddlers. They know not what they do.

I have loved Baby Zog from the moment the little stick showed a + sign. He is part of me, grew in me, makes my faces, has my big brown eyes, yada, yada, yada. He might not know it yet, but he loves me. At this point in his innocent life, he doesn't know he has a choice not to love me (bonus for me!). This I know. Remember, I am a reasonably intelligent woman.

However, I am also a first time mom. And lately, this means it's my first time experiencing the "daddy infatuation phase." Boy oh boy is Baby Zog in that phase. When I gather him up from school, he runs to me, looks around, and says, "Daddy?" This afternoon, while I was at aerobics he had an hour of true two-year old tantrums and bouts of will against his father, and yet, when I picked him up for a hug, he cried for Daddy (seriously, Daddy hasn't given you your way for an hour and you still prefer him?)

The one that really hurt was at bedtime. I'm fortunate that - for the moment - his love for books is strong enough that he'll overlook me as the reader. We finished Polar Bear Polar Bear, Good Night Moon, Hippos Go Bezerk, Chugga-Chugga Choo Choo, and Doggies. All was well. I put him softly down into his crib, tucked him in with his beloved Ernie and he looked up at me and said, "Night, night Daddy."

"No buddy, I'm mommy," I said, curious about his memory lapse. "Can you say night night Mommy?"

He looked up at me, shook his head furiously and said, "No? No. Night Night Daddy!"

So now, I am a reasonably intelligent woman with a bruised ego. I'm resisting the urge to take it personally becuase I know the "mommy phase" must surely be coming soon.

Dancin' Man

Enjoy a recent compilation of our man in motion! Click here.

Professor Daddy Zog

If you are a follower of this blog, you know chances are good when you log on (or check your RSS feed) that the newest blog post will be about the merry adventures of Baby Zog.

However, there are two other Zogs living here in Zogland and I am particularly proud to be married to one of them!

Daddy Zog had quite a month. He finished his first year of the PhD Program (with flying colors), got accepted to three academic conferences (and counting), and is now teaching summer school Media Law - mostly to juniors and seniors who failed previously or just haaaaadddd to take it in the summer.

The best news related to all the above is that we have Daddy Zog back! The photo above is my proof. Exhibit A: Daddy Zog holding Baby Zog and Baby Zog's best bud (a.k.a. 56 lbs of baby) at a Blue Grass festival last weekend. We went out as a family and enjoyed ourselves! No studying or paper writing for Daddy Zog. No Mommy and Baby Zog wandering around Target on our own to kill time so Daddy can type in peace at home. We are very happy to have him back. And Mommy is happy to have him return to household chores that he excels in such as dishwasher unloading and garbage collecting.

WE ARE PROUD OF YOU!!!

Opposites

Since the day we started reading to Baby Zog my mom has told me that one day soon he'll begin to memorize the books and we'll think he's brilliant for "reading" at a young age. Well, the day has come. Forget what mom says, he IS brilliant and I'm certain that he has the ability to read (and not just the ability to memorize what word comes next based on the pictures in the book.) :)

Here is a video of Baby Zog and his daddy "reading" his opposites book. Each page features two words that are opposites.

Now that he's mastered reading, I guess we'll start teaching him physics.

Enjoy!

6:45 p.m.

Since all of our family members live out of state, sometimes I like to video tape a little bit of "normal life" here in Zogland. So, here is a video of this evening - post dinner, pre bath. Baby Zog has been quite chatty this week and it's pretty amusing.

Click here to enjoy!

Mother's Day

Between the ongoing Ernie passion, a newly formed attachment to his Daddy and fascination with his visiting Papa, Baby Zog's affection is spread thin these days and I wasn't very optimistic for a large helping of it on Mother's Day. But, I was pleasantly surprised. We enjoyed gifts (for me), book reading (to him), a trip to TCBY and a yummy Mexican Dinner. I even got this great photo out of him!





Also, my sister and her sweet baby Josie were in town so we were able to share her first Mother's Day with her over a lovely brunch that Josie slept peacefully through - snuggled next to her mommy in a sling. We are two blessed girls - loving husbands and beautiful children. What a great celebration!

MY JOY

Once again, my joy is sweet Baby Zog. I love his undying devotion to Ernie (seen here tucked under his arm). And I love watching him learn and love new things. In this case, it is sidewalk chalk which our friend - and Baby Zog's main squeeze - Laura brought over last week. It brings me joy to see him reach for it and say, "Chalk? Chalk?" and then run to the door to go outside. Happy, happy Mother's Day!

Further Ernie Evidence

Every morning, Baby Zog wakes up around 7:30 a.m. and plays with the toys and books in his crib. This play usually results in everything in the crib being triumphantly tossed to the floor. When he runs out of toy entertainment, we hear, "Mooommmyyyy. Daaaadddyy," through the monitor and drag ourselves out of bed and up the stairs.

But this morning, I opened his door and couldn't help but laugh. As usual, all the "friends" in his bed were on the floor -- save one. Look in Baby Zog's hand. See who was saved from the brutal toy tossing?

I looked at him playfully and said, "Why don't you throw Ernie down there with everyone else?" Based on the reply look he shot me, clearly I have lost my mind and was talking complete nonsense that didn't even dignify a verbal response.

So I ran and grabbed the camera.

Attachment

For 18 months now I have been amused by and somewhat boastful of the fact that Baby Zog hasn't formed an attachment to anything. He never really took to a pacifier. He was never attached to his bottles and giving them up was not a problem at all. He welcomes new people to play with. He has favorite books, but will read all of them. There is no blankie, no lovey, no woobie.

UNTIL NOW.

The family Zog has a fourth member and his name is Ernie. He goes everywhere with us, eats our food, slides down our slide and tries to jump into our bathtub. If he is not with us at Whole Foods, Baby Zog loses...his...mind.

As I type this, Baby Zog is frantically pacing the house with a concerned note to his voice saying, "Ernie? Ernie?" (Don't worry, I know where Ernie is - under the kitchen table where Baby Zog left him about 30 seconds ago.)

I actually find it sweet that he's in love with Ernie. I just fear the day we lose Ernie....

Mommy Tricks

Here is what I learned last night:
If you offer Baby Zog a honey sandwich on whole wheat and say, "Here buddy, want to eat your sandwich?" he will run away, shake his head and say, "No. No."

But if you offer Baby Zog the same honey sandwich on whole wheat (the very next second) and say, "Here buddy, cookie," he will open his mouth for the first bite and proceed to take down the whole thing saying, "Cookie. Yummy," over and over again.

Hmm...I am a smart mommy.

April photos are posted over in the photo album section to the left. Enjoy!

Random Rant

Parents, please teach your children proper elevator etiquette so when they are all grown up, they will be polite citizens. There are too many uninformed adults out there. (I'm giving the the benefit of the doubt by assuming they just don't know better.)

Let's review: When you enter an elevator, you allow the people exiting the elevator to get off BEFORE you push your way on.

Doh'

I KNEW this would happen! For many months now we have been attempting to avoid saying certain words around Baby Zog. Of course, we don't use the common four-letter varies, but we're also trying to avoid words that children should not use like "shut-up," "mine," etc.

So yesterday morning, we were dressing Baby Zog and I said, "Should we wear these shoes with this outfit or does Daddy think that will look stupid?" Of course, I said it more to Daddy Zog to get his opinion, but regardless, I said it.

Baby Zog looked at me, curiously cocked his head and said, "Daddy? Stupid?"

Argh! Bad Mommy. Bad. Bad.

18 month check up

18th Month Stats:
Height: 34 inches (91%)
Weight: 26.25 lbs (56%)
Head: 18.7 inches (42%)

In the last four months, his weight has gone from the 83rd percentile down to the 56th. We were a little worried about that, but the doctor says it's totally normal. He's just getting tall and skinny. He grew nearly two inches in the last two months. I understand where he gets the "tall" from, but not sure how the boy wound up with "skinny!"

All in all a good visit with a very well behaved 18 month-old, although he is still fighting a sinus/ear thing he's had for a month now. The doctor finally decided she thinks allergies could be the culprit, so in addition to starting the THIRD antibiotic he's been on this month, Baby Zog is now also taking Zyrtec daily. We hope this will help. Poor boy.

MY JOY

This will be a first for Zogland, but I've decided to start a reoccurring post. I'm going to call it MY JOY. I can tell you it will be simple, as the most joyful things in my life are simple. I can also guess that about 95% of the posts will have to do with Baby Zog as he is the ultimate characterization of my joy. I remember hearing a Sunday school teacher once say that happiness was outward; joy was inward. I like that.

So, here is MY JOY, the first post:
I love this photo taken last Sunday before church. First, we were surprised by this lovely Azalea bush in our front yard (see, we know nothing about plants, so until the flowers popped out, we'd never really noticed this bush.) Second, check out Baby Zog's eyelashes. I remember holding him when he was mere hours old and falling in love with those eyelashes. Next, his hair. Of course it's awesome and curly and unruly. How can it not bring joy?

If you'd like to leave a comment and tell me what brings you joy, I'd love to read them. Grown up life can get us down (see yesterday's post), but the sun rises the next day and the choice is mine anew. I'm going to find joy...and hopefully a job too!

Grown Ups

I was nearly six when my baby sister arrived. For me, it meant a weekday sleepover at my friend Laura's house and a baby living in the empty room at home. I was unaware of impact on my parent's lives - the new responsibility, love, and fear.

For 9th grade, I left my private school and went to public school. Some financial reason was the culprit, but I realized some buddies were headed there too, and was satisfied. I'm certain if you asked my parents how the summer of 1991 treated them, they would recall more details.

I once remember my mother being upset when a friend passed away. However, she still cooked dinner, read me a story, and took me to school. All was well.

The summer of my 15th year, my mom had back surgery. I was away on a trip at the time. I returned home and mom was walking again. No big deal.

When I was 20, my dad had to fly out west to handle the division of his father's estate after his passing. I had not been close to my grandfather and since the trip didn't affect my collegiate activities, this is all I can tell you about it.

When did hardships and tragedies stop being things that happen to our parents and start being things that happen to us? I've become a grown up, and it's hard. All of a sudden it's ME who is out of work and wondering how to keep my kid in school. It's MY friends who are fighting for their lives against cancer. Its MY generation who have to pace waiting room floors while their children undergo operations. It's people MY age who deal with injuries that keep them from emotional and physical happiness. I'M the one who pours over financial documents and then smiles and makes grilled cheese for dinner while singing the ABC song.

I haven't sorted what this means to me, but lately I've realized that things I was always sheltered from are now mine to endure as well. I was duped into thinking "becoming your parents" meant twirling your glasses in that funny way like your dad does (yes, I do this) or scraping your plate with your fork like your mom does (not yet doing this.) I'm starting to clue in that it's so much more than that.

So here I am. No turning back! Onward we press, etc. There is no choice but to embrace the small things that bring me joy (such as Baby Zog), work damn hard to make a happy life for my family, keep positive, and say lots of prayers. I want to be the best grown up I can be, not only for those I love, but for myself. I can do this. I can handle this. I can deal.

Right?

Love at First Sight

I finally got to meet my new perfect niece last week. I went and spent five days getting to know her and helping her mommy and daddy around the house. I even helped her mommy with Josie's first outing to a very important place in any girl's life: Target. Given that she is seemingly a perfect newborn and a champion sleeper, they really didn't need that much help. But it was a great visit anyway and I am totally in love. I can't wait for Baby Zog to meet her and love her too.

Baby Josie looks cute when she yawns, don't you think? I can't believe she'll be a month old this Thursday. Of course, I can't believe Baby Zog is eating strawberries with a fork as I type this. Funny thing about time: it's gone as soon as it arrives.

EASTER

Easter 2008 versus Easter 2009. Is it possible that only 12 months have passed? (Hmm...and he's still being outfitted with sweater vests purchased by his Sitti. Maybe someday we'll be able to afford new clothes on our own. In the meantime - THANK YOU SITTI!)

Easter morning got off to a discouraging start. Baby Zog woke up with a very swollen right eyelid. A call to the nurse concluded it's probably a bite of some kind. So we pressed on and donned our Easter best (sans bonnets) and headed to church where Baby Zog promptly got his entire right hand stuck in an elevator door. Seriously? Yep. Thankfully, the hand seemed okay, and he was content in the nursery a few minutes later. Meanwhile I'm left thinking, "Can we please just have one day -- really I'd prefer a whole week -- where he isn't sick or hurt in someway?" This is one of those infamous things about parenthood for which you can never prepare. The constant worry followed by feeling like you are always being "kicked when you're down." Daddy Zog and I were feeling pretty blue.

But the sun's glorious rays were touching my skin and the service touched my heart. I was reminded through beautiful music, moving words, and quiet prayers of the power of the Resurrection and the promises it holds for me --and for my small son, swollen eye and hand in all. No matter what you believe, I hope you too were uplifted in some way this beautiful Sunday morning.

We concluded our festivities with some friends who joined us for brunch and an Egg Hunt in our front yard. For an 18-month-old, Baby Zog seemed to understand hunting eggs. Maybe next year we'll actually hide them.

And the sun shines again...

This has been one of those weeks where God wanted to make sure I was in this motherhood thing 100%.

Last Friday: Baby Zog's teachers are concerned about the "gunk" in his eyes.

Saturday: Baby Zog goes to doctor. No pink eye, but a double ear infection. Baby Zog starts Augmentin.

Sunday night: Baby Zog throws up in crib.

Monday: Baby Zog sent home from school after throwing up once and having what we'll call "exploding poo" three times.

Since Monday: Mommy home with Baby Zog and his relentless exploding poo. Apparently, his tummy does not welcome Augmentin. Doctor says we need to stick it out to get rid of the ear infections. Baby Zog not interested in eating more than a single cheesy poof every now and then.

Thursday night: We switch to a new antibiotic which seems to be treating him better already.

So, here is what Mommy Zog has learned:

1.) When my child has gunk in his eyes, its always the sign of an ear infection. This has happened three times now. New parents, take note.

2.) Our toys are boring and should all be replaced. Mommy's headbands are much more entertaining (see photo above.)

3.) Even for a child who normally doesn't watch t.v., there is such a thing as too much Elmo.

4.) When they told me to make sure I had at least three crib sheets for my baby, they meant it.

5.) I am SO GLAD my husband has no classes on Fridays!

We're on the mend now and looking forward to a visit from Grandma this weekend. I have realized that it's okay to think "this sucks" when you are caring for a sick child and you are both bored out of your mind. At least the rain has stopped and we can hit the park today!

If Perception is Reality, I'm in Trouble

Over the last few weeks, Baby Zog has developed a love for a book called "Ten Little Babies." As most counting books do, this book starts with ten babies doing various activities and as the pages go by, one baby leaves the group, and we count down, and so forth. Eventually you get to the page that has two babies and reads:

"Two little babies, playing in the sun, one said 'I'm leaving,' and then there was one."

It is at this point in the story that Baby Zog points to the drawing of the exiting baby and proclaims, "MOMMY!" He does this without fail - every time the book is read to him - no matter who is reading it. Daddy Zog asked me if I had noticed this and I could not lie...I had noticed. I'm not sure why or how, but apparently this is how my son sees me. Click here for the photo.

I have a niece!

My baby sister had a baby last night!!! Baby Zog has a baby cousin! I'm so happy. Hmm..we'll have to decide what to call her on this blog.

I wish I didn't have a rule about posting full names on my blog, but I can tell you that she was 8 lbs, 11.5 ounces, born at 11:45 p.m. on March 24 and has a full head of blond hair hidden under that sweet little hat. I am about to jump out of my skin to go up and visit her! Mommy, Baby, and Daddy are all doing great!

If you want to know her name, shoot me an email.

Baby Zog's Top Ten

Baby Zog has decided to take after his daddy and categorize things. So, with a little help from his mommy, he is proud to present his first ever top ten list!

Baby Zog's Top Ten

(Being that Baby Zog has only lived for 17 months, there are so subcategories to his lists yet. Just ten things he likes in general.)

10. Wrestling with Daddy

9. Naps that only last 45 minutes

8. Avery, the cute blue-eyed blond at school

7. Polar Bear, Polar Bear What Do You Hear? by Eric Carle

6. Checking the mail with Mommy

5. DIP! Especially Guacamole

4. Basketball (pronounced: Ba-tet-ball)

3. My new Fisher-Price Little People Farm (and the box it came in, see above)

2. Tomato Basil Wheat Thins

1. A little red monster named Elmo

Well....technically....

Under the chair in our living room lies a little green basket. This basket holds, among other things, baby Zog's shoes at the end of each day. Usually, when I say, "okay go put your shoes in the basket," Baby Zog scampers off to the green basket. So you can imagine the great laugh Daddy Zog and I had last night when Baby Zog put his own creative spin on my instructions.

Click here to see where baby Zog put his shoes when told to go put them in the basket last night.

Smile?

Being a first time parent, I'm unaware of when children become old enough to smile and say "cheese" for the camera. But, I can tell you with great certainty that it is not at age 17 months.

We had the pleasure of visiting with some of my dearest friends from high school over the weekend - two of whom I had not seen in 14 years.

As no reunion is complete without photos, we tried to get one. Below are the results of trying to photograph four old friends and a six month old, a 15 month old, two 17 month olds, and a 4 year old (who I'm sure wondered what she did to deserve this.) The first photo is probably the best and it rapidly declined from there.

Notice in the foreground of this final photo that sweet baby E has managed to wiggle free and make a run for it with Baby Zog's sippy cup. I love knowing that my son isn't the only sippy cup snatcher out there!

Snow Day Video

I strung together some video shorts from yesterday's snow play to create a highlight reel. I'll go ahead and apologize for my horribly annoying "happy mommy voice." I really need to work on that! Click here to see video.

Can you say snow?

What a awesome view outside our window! The snow is beautiful and brings back fond memories of my childhood up north. Last time it snowed, Baby Zog was sick with a 102 degree fever, but not this time! This time, we got to play.

My mom gave baby Zog a sled for Christmas. Of course, my response was, "Mom, um, it's not gonna snow enough here for us to use this." Well, boy was I ever wrong. Thank you, Grandma for the sled you bought in Indiana and hauled all the way home in your car. Your grandson loved it! Here are a few pics.

I Love Surprises

Especially surprises that make me happy while saving me time, energy and money. So a big THANK YOU goes to Baby Zog's Sitti. She stayed with him this past weekend while Daddy Zog and I went away for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. As if that wasn't enough of a gift, Sitti also managed to take Baby Zog out for a surprise photo shoot. Oh what a great gift to come home to! Thank you also to Baby Zog's Aunt Deenie for chasing him around the studio and getting him to smile. I know from experience that is one heck of a workout!

Here are my favorites from the shoot. (Grandparents, aunts, uncles - don't worry, your copies of these photos are in the mail.)

Sixteen

Baby Zog is 16 months old today! I can't believe he's not a helpless baby anymore. It seems overnight he turned into a snack-requesting, sentence-speaking, ball-kicking, peek-a-boo-playing, hand-washing, picture-coloring (well sort of) BOY. Every day he says or does something that I had no idea he was capable of - like today when he said "triangle."

I told Daddy Zog that I think I'll remember the year between 12 and 24 months as my favorite. Other parents say every year gets better. If that is true, than I am going to have the most wonderful life any mom could have. Sure, life after Baby Zog is busier, but did we really need to spend four hours every Sunday afternoon watching Food Network? Life after Baby Zog is more frugal, but was it necessary to dine in style four nights a week when we now know that La Hacienda has the best $9.99 fajitas I've ever had? Sure, Valentine's Day was a little less eventful, but Daddy Zog cooked the best meal I've ever enjoyed, we drank way too much Castle Rock Pinot Noir in the comfort of our own home and I can't think of a better evening with the man I love. (Baby Zog did his part by going to bed at 7:05 p.m. and not waking up this morning until just after 8:00 a.m. - considering our wine consumption, we were most grateful for his generosity.)

So, here's to the first 16 months with my awe inspiring son. He amazes me every day and melts my heart with his. Kinda makes me want another one...

(Daddy Zog will choke when he reads that!)

Mini Monica

Anyone who has ever lived with me, spent the night at my house or just "observed" me will appreciate this story. It seems Baby Zog is at the age where it's becoming apparent that he inherited certain traits from his mother. While climbing up the stairs toward his room for nap time yesterday, my meticulous boy stopped at every piece of fuzz, lint, or other non-vacuumed item, pinched it between fore-finger and thumb, handed it to me, and said, "thank you" in a voice that made me wonder if I should curtsy and call him Sir. Who needs a dirt devil when you have a child like this? :)

Two Bits

We can agree that he doesn't need a shave just yet, but Baby Zog's first hair cut is a topic of much conversation in Zogland. Daddy Zog is firm on the "no cutting" rule. I waver back and forth. Some days I think his long, uneven, unruly hair is adorable. And then there are mornings like the one you see photographed here. No, we did not put his hair up in a giant hot roller. He just woke up this way -- with a full WAVE on top of his head. I tried water, magical mommy saliva, and hair products. Nothing would tame the wave.

For now, he is clear of the shears, but check back with me in another month or two.

For more closeups of his hair that morning and other pics from the month of January, click here.

Watch and Laugh

There is no introduction for this video. Consider it your glimpse into a regular Tuesday evening in Zogland. Just watch. You'll laugh. Promise. Click here: New Hat

Yea! Dinner!

I try to avoid using this blog to report on the mundane child-rearing that goes on in our house - and yours - every day. But, since shouting from the rooftop is dangerous, I have no other way.

Most readers of this blog are aware that Baby Zog is not a great meal eater. He has mastered the art of snacking, but when it comes to his three-squares each day, he'd rather not take the time. While the children of my friends are shoveling food in by the tray-full, my child prefers to take a few bites and proclaim "all done," leaving me to worry that he's malnourished. It's maddening. Dinnertime is usually when Daddy Zog and I pull out the wine/whiskey and gear up for disappointment.

But let it be known that my son ate for 27 minutes straight tonight! He ate corn, green beans, and black beans. He ate cheddar cheese, pasta, pineapple, and chicken nuggets. He kept asking for MORE! We could barely keep up with him. I had to run and get the camera. Funny how something this silly could have made this the BEST night EVER (as Daddy Zog proclaimed), but really, we're thrilled.

I'm sure it's just a growth spurt and two days from now we'll be back in our kitchen doing the please-eat-one-more-bite dance, but for now happiness rules over full tummies in Zogland.

Sorry for the boring post, but I had to write it down to prove it really happened. Pleasant dreams to all.

Snow Day Thought

I realized recently how often I casually use the word "hate." As in, "I hate unloading the dishwasher," Or, "I really hate it when my socks scrunch down in my shoes," or even, "I hate this silly commercial." Since we have entered the era of anything-that-comes-out-of-my-mouth-will-surely-come-out-of-Baby-Zog's-mouth-in-30-seconds I decided to see if this word was meant to be used so lightly. Thanks to dictionary.com, I discovered that hate means to "dislike intensely or passionately; to feel extreme aversion for." So, maybe I'm just annoyed when my socks scrunch down in my shoes....

I can tell you this though, I do hate it when my sweet boy is ill. As I was rocking him for two hours in the middle of the night last night, waiting for the Tylenol to bring his fever down, I decided that since becoming a mother, the list of things I "feel extreme aversion for" has grown. And everything on that list is something that might negatively affect my small son. Funny how becoming a mother could blow open my capacity to love, but yet has also increased my ability to hate. Maybe that is why they say having a child is like nothing you've ever experienced before. The level of emotion is so raw and intense...

Hmm, does this mean I can use motherhood as the reason why I really might actually hate unloading the dishwasher?

Happy Day

I can't really think of anything creative to say about Saturday other than it was a fun and happy day. The sun was shining and Baby Zog was in a very good mood - probably because I'd told him that Daddy Zog was returning home from his trip that afternoon. Anyway, I took several videos that day - mostly thinking of the grandparents who are now missing Baby Zog after fun holiday visits.

So, I present to you:

Good Morning Grover and Elmo - this one is kinda long

Bye Bye and Kisses - this should have been the end of the first video

Do Dee Do Dee Do Dee - a.k.a. Playing in the Drapes. This is my favorite video of him recently.

Yoggie - um, that's "Yogurt" in Baby Zog speak

Happy viewing!

Puppy Love

Due to a day of complex scheduling that allowed me to help out a friend, I didn't get to see Baby Zog for the first time today until nearly 6:00 this evening. As I watched the time tick away while I waited for his homecoming, I realized the feeling I had - that feeling of anxiousness and anticipation and excitement - was the same feeling I used to get as a teenager when I'd wait for a boy to pick me up for a date. Peering out the window every so often, pretending to be calm and not notice how slow the clock moves. Oh how silly to waste that wonderful feeling on a high-school boy. Seeing them at my door could never never live up to the graham cracker covered kiss and running-start hug I got tonight!

Back in the Saddle, Off with the Pants

Is it really January 5th already? Geez! Is it clique to say our holiday was "busy?" My mom says that's because kids these days don't live near their extended families. "It's not like it was when I was growing up." I think she's right. Afterall, between Daddy Zog and I we have parents and siblings in five states. The closest relative to us is a five hour drive. And so, after concluding our holiday with a wonderful eight-day trip to see the extended family Zog we are now home and trying to get back into our routine (read: thank goodness for daycare.) So, as I crawl out from piles of laundry and unopened mail, trying not to notice that the Christmas tree is still in full display (but never lit after December 31), I leave you with my favorite photo from the week of Christmas. More photos to follow soon. We'll title this photo "What Happens When Daddy Changes a Diaper." To quote Daddy Zog, "I didn't think he needed pants, but didn't want him to slip in his socks." Now that's some serious PhD-level thinking!