Keeping Up With The Joneses

From the Streets of the Mommy 'hood: Traditions

2009-12-23T14:06:00.001-05:00

Though I usually like to keep it in my back pocket for cocktail parties, I'll share with our beloved blog audience that I was a religion major in college. Perhaps due in part to my interest in such things, or maybe out of a lack of ritual in my upbringing, I have become a tradition monger for my family. This time of year, of course, lends itself to tradition-making. For instance, we participated in "Luminary Night" in our neighborhood this year, and followed up with a stroll around College Park, taking in the Christmas decor, ending at Christo's for pie.

Our recent trip on the Polar Express with Harper's cousin, Jaxson, is something we hope to keep up for years to come, too.

Harper and I started something special last year, as we elected to celebrate each New Year's Eve with a lunch out on the town to discuss the year past and our goals for the next one. I hope this one will continue well into his adulthood.

Harper and Jaxson wish you a Merry Christmas!

Word Verification

2009-12-06T21:16:00.004-05:00

Today we saw a flock of plastic flamingos celebrating the holidays in a nearby yard (it's classier than it sounds, not by much, but a little bit). This prompted us to say "flamingo" several times, and, of course, Harper to attempt to emulate. As you likely guessed, hilarity ensued as we repeated the multisyllabic word that, to Bug, sounded like utter nonsense, and he replied back with, "min," then "bleah," and of course, "mog," deciding in the end that this was just too over-the-top, even for his family, and burst into hysterics.

Although mom and dad dream up words just to confuse Harper, someone he has always been able to count on to speak his language, his best friend, Noah, visited this weekend. Despite chilly temperatures, a new baby on the way (theirs, not ours... No breaking news here), missed naps, and a couple of runny noses, the Howards and the Joneses rendezvoused at Disney World, where Noah braved his first haircut, the boys rode the train, and we celebrated the holidays with former neighbors and forever friends.

Much like Noah and Harper verify words for one another, our comment form now enlists the help of "word verification," in which you, our beloved blog reader must type a few letters in order to post your comment. While I have avoided this requirement since the birth of our blog, we have had some unwelcome guests post their advertisements on our blog. And, much like Kate Gosselin, I expect that nobody will profit from my child but me... THEN who's paying the bills? So, please continue to comment, despite the pesky step of typing in Times New Roman what is shown to you in creepy spider letters.

Turkey Tom and Turkey Mom Say "Gobble Gobble Gobble All Day"

2009-12-01T15:14:00.005-05:00

Every year in early elementary school, I performed in a class play. One of the few relics of classical education, the class play remains firmly entrenched as part of the primary school curriculum. Each year, without regard to the grating nature of young voices, particularly when amplified, encouraged to sing, and assembled in large groups, well-meaning elementary teachers scour their resources for just the right play for their pupils, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps out of pockets lined by video camera manufacturers.
While the themes of these shows varied widely, one common theme is the catchy little ditties that some musical genius weaves into the plots. While I'd love to recount the hours of rehearsal dedicated to "Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear... A growlin' and a prowlin' and a sniffin' the air..." or "Paul the paleontologist went for a walk one day... He stumped his toe on something old, and here's what I heard him say..." I bring to you, today, a simple Thanksgiving tune from a variety show dedicated to the same subject...

A Turkey Tom and Turkey Mom
(tune: Polly Wolly Doodle)

Oh, a turkey Tom and a turkey mom go
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.
When the moon goes down
and the sun comes 'round the go,
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.

Oh they love to be with their family and go
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.
And they say hello
To the folks they know with a
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.

Oh they say "how's tricks?"
to the ducks and tricks with a
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.
Oh they greet the frog and mill pond log with a
Gobble, gobble, gobble all day long.

This Thanksgiving, we were joined by some of our favorite turkeys... Turkey parents of all sorts, and turkey nieces and nephews, and even some turkey friends. Although, admittedly, we didn't say "gobble gobble gobble" ALL day long, just most of the day.

Turkey Harper, Turkey Mom, and Turkey Dad (photo: Turkey Grandpa)

Turkey Harper and Turkey Mom

From the Streets of the Mommy 'hood: Timeouts

2009-11-17T13:01:00.002-05:00

Every time I go shopping with my mom, she'll grab a cute little chair and proclaim, "You need this!" Until recently, this solicited my standard response of "Why?" every time, as Harper has several baby bear-sized chairs around the house, in fact, at last count, he has one in every room. "Amma," as Harper calls her, believes that the secret to Harper's future acceptance at Yale lies in a timeout chair, and that we simply must have one in what she affectionately refers to as our "hallway," a space that allows its visitors to choose their own adventure: Harper's room, the bathroom (the second smallest bathroom I've ever seen in a house), or our bedroom. Although consisting of two walls, a ceiling, and a floor, I have never thought to call this place a "hallway." I digress.
My nearly two-year-old has not made a name for himself by sitting still. In fact, even when he is somewhere he wants to be, doing something he chose to do, he runs around, often times shrieking and throwing things. Would I even dare attempt to send him to "timeout?" Not on your life. I didn't make this decision lightly, mind you. I have listened to my elders, my contemporaries, attended "Google University," and have learned a lot.

Some say that timeouts don't work. As one who doesn't use them, I can neither confirm nor deny that assertion, but I can say that sitting still doesn't work for my child.

Others contend that a "time in" is better, whereby you hold your child calmly until he settles, taking cues from your behavior. While this seems closer to my style, there are times when he is on the attack and I have to succumb to my fight/flight response, relying on the flight over the fight for obvious reasons, as a method of self-preservation (ultimately in his best interest, too, since he'll probably want lunch at some point).

When the going gets too tough (or Harper gets too tough), the object takes a timeout (thanks for that one Jen C.!). I don't know that this has any lasting behavioral effects, but it sure does put the kibash on the immediate problem.

You're out there in the mommy 'hood, how do you stay safe?

Harper is 20 Months!

2009-11-16T13:35:00.002-05:00

There may be four calendar months until our little baby turns two, but Harper, despite his recent aquisition of a "kitty porn" calendar full of cute little "maos" (its not actually pornographic, I promise) thumbs his nose at the Gregorian calendar, as he has become quite adept at asserting his will, and attempting to manipulate anyone who will listen, as a two-year-old is wont to do.
Harper's vocabulary, in addition to containing the almighty "no," grows considerably with each passing day. His affinity for trains has brought about his constant recitation of the word "dowN" (emphasis on the "n") as we pass by train tracks around town, as he knows the arm of the crossing lowers before trains go by. I suppose he believes he can command the arm down, thereby summoning an Amtrak.

Bug's passion for trains and flowing tresses prompted a recent trip to the Magic Kingdom, where he had his first haircut (a milestone made even bigger at Disney World, as one might imagine), and we rode several types of trains: monorails, WDW Railroad, and the People Mover!

As H.D. approaches his second birthday, he has showed a mild interest in potty training. His enthusiasm shows promise for our reduced support of Kimberly Clark, for all who are visiting our blog for stock tips, although we aren't ready to give up Huggies just yet. In fact, this stage seems to increase our consumption of diapers, as we now how the option (Harper's idea, not mine) of Pull Ups - in the interest of full disclosure, we chose Pampers Easy Ups, in an effort to diversify.

Photos to come, but it is nap time, and I am relishing the opportunity to be still.

TTFN!

From the Streets of the Mommy 'hood

2009-11-03T14:59:00.004-05:00

I start and end my day in the same place: the kitchen. My long-time bestie's last name is Kitchen. I suppose I should have seen this coming.

I've been thinking a lot, recently, about the learning curve associated with parenting. One of my dear friends, Lorena, is having a baby, and while I can't wait to watch her be the greatest mom ever, I thought this list might be the start of a useful forum for her, and the lot of us. I think of tips all the time, as I'm sure all of my mom readers do, too. I'll revisit this at a later post, so please include your secrets, too. Non-moms are welcome to contribute!

A few things I've learned in the mommy 'hood:

-Put your feet in the bathtub with junior, you deserve a break.

-Your toddler rubs yogurt all over his face, rub it all over yours, just be sure to rinse. You'll thank me later.

-Sippy cups containing anything other than water should be banned from the car.

-The best camera really is the one that is always with you.

-Buy from children's resale shops, but don't sell to them. Your friends will thank you for the hand-me-downs

-Teach your toddler to feed the pets.

-In a pinch, the AM dial's white noise, can be the perfect lullaby. If that fails, roll down the
windows.

-We don't become our mothers, we become our children. If you have kids, you eat with your hands, drink out of plastic cups, and probably have some unrecognizable shmutz commemorating the meal.

-Become interested in your child's interest. His excitement becomes yours. There is nothing like it.

-Upgrade to the next size of diapers BEFORE your little one achieves the recommended weight.

-Before you buy a car seat, stroller, or ANYTHING, for that matter, consider how you will wash it. Safety first, but remember, cleanliness is next to Godliness.

-After your little one leaves bottles (or boobs) behind, keep a bottle around - someday, as you fear his certain dehydration, and he has no interest in anything else, that bottle will be a plastic (or glass) oasis in his little desert.

-If you are flying with a car seat, check for the FAA sticker before you leave the house.

-Sing the alphabet song as your toddler washes his hands.

-Sleeping in the car is for babies.

-Grilled cheese sandwiches can be made in the toaster oven.

-Learn to use YouTube to your advantage.

-Schedules are for toddlers; routines are for babies.

-Books are for pregnant ladies; DVDs are for moms.

-Intuition navigated the course of humankind into the middle part of the 20th Century. Trust yourself.

A Man About O-Town

2009-10-15T14:09:00.006-04:00

We Said We'd "See Ya' Real Soon"...

2009-10-14T14:17:00.002-04:00

The Joneses, whose web address is Naples-Joneses.blogspot.com live in... Wait for it... ORLANDO!

We're thrilled, we think we've landed (although we've said that before), and things feel right. We are not sure how to handle ourselves in a life that feels this settled, as the last three years have contained a lot of life, as those who are playing along at home know.

More blogging to come... Seriously!

Until then...

As promised.

2009-08-02T19:36:00.001-04:00

"I Moo." I Mean, "I Do."

2009-08-02T19:11:00.001-04:00

My college friends typically make a pilgrimage to one of or weddings each year. Proving her value as a member of the team, Kate stepped up to the altar this year, inviting us, this weekend to a little place tucked away in the far reaches of the nation, Williamstown, MA, where, even if only for a few hours, I had the opportunity to revel in some of the wealth of amazing friendships that I have amassed, Feeling like Scrooge McDuck jumping into his silo of gold at the beginning of each Ducktails episode.
The ceremony, set against a backdrop of the Berkshire mountains, and a 500 acre farm was breathtaking, but of course paled in next to the bride, who is beautiful enough to even make those of us fortunate enough to be around her more attractive.
While celebrating the newlyweds, as well as enjoying a certain level of self-reliance, I, appropriately, thought of the Transcendental poets; while I am sure that Emerson and Thoreau were not speaking of my ability to successfully drive my rented Kia Rio over the Mountains of upstate New York, I couldn't help feeling a sense of fulfillment in knowing that I am, sometimes, capable of "going it alone."
Now, as I prepare to return to the men in my life, I am enjoying missing them, and the anticipation of seeing them soon.
In order for the title of this post to make sense, I need to include a picture of one of the hardest workers at Sabot Farms, but I currently lack the technology, so check back soon.

Strike a Pose

2009-07-19T09:35:00.000-04:00

A Voice From Beyond Alligator Alley

2009-07-16T22:07:00.006-04:00

That's right, since you last heard from the Naples Joneses, we've returned to our roots as South Floridians, as Ben has taken a position in Aventura, and we've been shackin' up with Bonnie and Vernon, who have generously allowed us to call their home our hub while we find the perfect place to live.
During the past three months, we've rented out our house in Naples, Harper (who is now 16 months old - happy birthday little buddy) has started talking up a storm (although we don't always understand what he's saying), and we've been on several excursions. While we owe you much greater depth on this post, we'll have to call this our "single step" on our journey of a thousand miles (and that's just Ben's daily commute), and give you a sample of post titles that have recently been circulating, that shall be forthcoming:

* The Zip Tie That Binds
* Good Dog Carl, Five Little Monkeys, and Other Titles That Make Me Feel Like Mother of the Year
* "J-O-N-E-S." Yes, Jones.
* My Son the Communist, a Celebration of Our Nation's Independence

But, for those of you who don't read "Keeping Up With the Joneses" for the articles, please enjoy the following:

The party planner

The businessman

The adventurer

The beach bunny

How's My Walking?

2009-04-05T15:36:00.003-04:00

Hippity Hoppity, Easter's on its Way!

2009-04-05T12:28:00.003-04:00

Keeping the Blog Fair and Balanced...

2009-04-02T20:48:00.004-04:00

Reporters call Hillary Clinton, get phone sex line

Posted: 09:03 AM ET

From CNN Ticker Producer Alex Mooney

The White House accidentally directed reporters to a sex line Thursday.

(CNN) – Journalists who dialed in to a White House conference call Thursday hoping for a media-friendly reception got a far friendlier response than they were counting on.

Instead of hearing Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and National Security Advisor Jim Jones on the other end laying out foreign policy and security threats, reporters were greeted by a recording on a phone sex line.

"Do you have any hidden desires? If you feel like getting nasty, then you came to the right place," said a suggestive-sounding woman.

The White House says an aide merely mistyped the 800-dial in number — a mistake not likely to happen again.

It's a new administration, but an old problem: Some homeowners seeking mortgage relief from a Bush administration hotline in 2007 instead reached a Texas-based group that provides Christian education after President Bush slightly jumbled the correct number at a press briefing.

Nostalgia

2009-04-01T16:36:00.003-04:00

Remember when our V.P. started to fall asleep as our President was saying goodbye?

Chicago, Chicago That Toddling Town

2009-03-30T15:47:00.012-04:00

Harper embarked on his longest trip yet, as the three of us ventured up to Chicago for a long weekend and a quick visit with some of our best friends from college. While the traveling, itself, didn't go as smoothly as we would have liked, Harper, the consummate jet-setter, remained unflinching, impressing his fellow travelers.

Benjamin revels in noting the location of several of his "firsts," as they are tres apropos. His examples escape me right now, but are akin to "The first time I drove snakes off an island was in Ireland." In keeping with his father's tradition, Harper enjoyed his first lengthy outdoor stroll down Michigan Avenue, a.k.a. "The Magnificent Mile,"

and later enjoyed his first (small) taste of pizza in the "Windy City."

We sauntered along Lake Michigan (freshwater, later confirmed through a joint scientific analysis scientific analysis performed by Slim, M.D.,PhD and Kate, M.P.H... They tasted the water.)

Before everyone else arrived, we suited up for a beautiful, but chilly day,

and scoped out the nature museum, where we met butterflies, and learned about ecology, specifically as it relates to the issues Chicago currently faces.

In case you don't know, we have amazing friends. The friends we visited on this particular weekend are the kind of people you will read about (if you don't already) as the movers and shakers of the world, and we are so very fortunate that they were able to take time out for a quick visit.

Jen, who currently resides in Amsterdam, managed to sneak over for a visit, and also introduced Harper to the Dutch bike! Wouldn't we be the coolest, pulling into Mommy and Me in one of those?

Though it was a whirlwind, our trip to Chicago gave us an opportunity to reconnect with old friends, introduce Harper to everyone, and meet a new husband-to-be, Oliver, become acquainted with a new and beautiful city, and remember that there is life beyond the Everglades. Thanks, Rose and Jonathan, for hosting - you are amazing! You can see the second picture below leaves space for Rose to be "Photoshopped in later." Yeah, these people are hysterically funny, too.

Harper is One Year Old!

2009-03-16T07:45:00.007-04:00

Happy birthday, Harper! At 3:44pm on March 16, 2008, Harper took our breath away, changing our lives forever. As "seasoned" parents, who have survived the first year of sleepless nights, diaper disasters, other "fluid spills," tears (both his and ours), and endless worrying, we have also had the joy of discovering, in our little baby, a tiny person, with opinions, an amazing sense of humor, boundless energy, and a contagious smile and laugh that fills everyone around him with life.

Harper's red hair, fair skin, and big beautiful blue eyes are just a few physical characteristics that make apparent his Celtic heritage; "The Bug's" personality, too, seems rooted in the Irish belief, as described by William Butler Yeats, that, "There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't yet met." Harper relishes the opportunity to wave to passersby, tirelessly garnering the attention of everyone in the room, flashing smiles and batting his eyelashes, confirming that he has the adoration and friendship of everyone he meets.

We marked Harper's birthday with a gathering of family at his grandparents' home.

The appropriately-themed, "Bug's Life" garden party was a huge success, thanks in large part to the able assistance of Harper's loving family. Our Bug "took the cake" for the cleanest first birthday boy ever.

The menu for Harper's party included dressed-up versions of all of his favorite foods, including grilled Camembert and apple sandwiches, honey-ginger green beans, and banana-sweet potato casserole. He relished the opportunity to indulge in all of his favorites.

Being one who enjoys the journey, Harper loved opening his birthday gifts as much, if not more so, than the gifts themselves.

As the party wound down, though, the birthday boy made time to hang with his favorite wing man, his buddy, Noah. Here, Harper introduces Noah to his beautiful cousin, Emily, who, Harper assures Noah, has a thing for younger guys.

Back in Naples, we joined Harper in celebration, once again, as we marked our 5th wedding anniversary, Sophie's 5th birthday (honeymoon puppy), Ella's 10th birthday, and the weekend before Harper's actual birthday, as well as St. Patrick's Day, with an outing to the farmer's market and the beach. On this trip, Harper enjoyed live music, lots of new friends, the calm of the sea, a shared ice cream cone with mom, and the joys of relaxing with our little family. Life is good.

Harper is 11 Months!

2009-02-24T14:51:00.003-05:00

A belated happy 1 month birthday to our little guy is in order (monkey/Emory bear pictures are forthcoming)! We are preparing ourselves, as best we can, for him to turn ONE, but he has already shown, in recent weeks, that he really already is “big.” Climbing the stairs, sleeping through the night (sometimes), sleeping in his own bed in his own room, standing up on his own (sometimes), saying “cat” and “dad (he points and says the words, I am so serous), clapping, following directions (when he feels like it), staying with his babysitter (occasionally), and insisting on feeding himself are the latest hallmarks of our once tiny bundle’s burgeoning maturity. Sigh…

On a lighter note...

Name that kid...

Rest In Peace, Socks (1989 or 1991-2009)

2009-02-21T15:33:00.004-05:00

Former First Cat Socks, who made living in the White House and being of mixed race in vogue, long before the Obama's moved to Washington, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this week. He will be missed.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

2009-02-10T08:19:00.003-05:00

My dad would have been 60 today. I often wonder what he would think of the world (and me) if he were here today. A lot has changed since the early 90's (wow, way to state the obvious, Amanda), and i can imagine him being frustrated but amazed by all the cool toys we have now. He probably wouldn't like Obama, and I have thought that adult me would likely disagree with my dad on many issues, although I will forever only know him through the eyes of a child. In retrospect, I think I share some of my dad's most prominent personality traits, for better or for worse. To him, I attribute my impatience, but also my insatiable desire to problem-solve. I remember his printing, exclusively derived from the same pen/pencil set, I remember his keychain, the way he smelled before he left for work. I remember the "shaggy dog," the way he would dry my hair after a bath, and his allowing me to pair, in an epicurean feat of genius, Sprite with Oreos.
He has been gone a long time... More than half my life. Today will come and go with little fanfare, and that's okay, but it's good to know that even when we're gone, at least a few people will wake up on our birthday and say, "Hey, it's your birthday!"

Harper is Ten Months! Merry Christmas! Happy Birthday, Noah!

2009-02-05T21:27:00.018-05:00

As la Senora Dalton would say, "Mas vale tarde que nunca." She would also say really funny things like "Block Video Buster," that were really only funny in the black hole of sixth period Spanish class where the clock would go backwards, literally... But I digress...

This year, we spent Harper's first Christmas at home, with Granny and Grandpa, eating lots of delicious food (Harper inherited his mom's affinity for green bean casserole), touring the local light display, and reaping the rewards of being a very good little boy (even if it wasn't for a whole year... Harper knows that he owes Santa, and will have to be extra good if he expects a visit in 2009).

After Christmas, we followed Granny and Grandpa home, to extend our celebration and attend a Christmas/engagement party for Benjamin's longtime friend, Steve and his charming and beautiful fiance, J'aime. Harper, of course, took the opportunity to teach his grandparents everything he knows...

As January rolled around, Harper and I had the opportunity to help plan Noah's first birthday party at Disney World...

It was a success...

We sang "Happy Birthday" many times, and Noah wore (I mean ate... Yeah, ate) a lot of cakes, but this one takes the cake...

The theme of the trip seemed to be food (especially character buffets). Oh dear...

During our trip, Harper celebrated his 10 month birthday!

Although this marked Harper's third visit (Disney brat? Yes he is! Thanks Grandma Janet!) to Walt Disney World, it was his first time at the Magic Kingdom, and his first ride on an "attraction." He seemed amused.

But, "It's a Small World" is clearly Harper's favorite...

For now, though, it's back to the grind...

Pre-Christmas

2009-01-06T09:29:00.009-05:00

Our Christmas celebration began early this year, as we headed up to Orlando two weeks before Christmas, to visit. We had an opportunity to eat delicious sushi, celebrate Harper's cousin's, Raymond's, 14th birthday, open lots of wonderful gifts, visit Santa (awake), and see the Osborne Spectacle of Lights.

Following an intimate celebration at home, honoring Ray's birthday, we all departed for the Hollywood Studios (nee MGM Studios), where we were greeted by throngs of people who had the same brilliant plan on a brisk central Florida evening. After locating a bar to dampen the effects of the huddled masses, we proceeded down the Christmasiest "city streets" that you ever did see, replete with lights choreographed to music and "snow"! Securing a spot at the end of the street, away from the majority of the revelers, we were able to take it all in on our own timetable. For six hours, including travel time, light looking, and a Santa visit, Harper was incredibly content... So, now we know the secret, just choreograph several million Christmas lights to music, and decorate several city blocks, and our kid will be happy...

"You want the moon, [Harper]? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down..."

So, I've been looking on Ebay for an appropriate setup.

Watch your back, Keith Lockheart...

Of course, you've already seen Harper's visit with Santa at Downtown Disney (the black and white/awake photo), but here are some more photos from the evening:

What's this? A picture of Ben and Amanda without the baby?

Boys are the new girls in our family... (cousins. left to right: Jaxson, Ray, and you know who)

Aunt Nenny owns Harper's favorite pair of arms. Harper has claimed his cousin Emily as one of his girlfriends... We'll let it slide for now... But no funny business, mister!

Harper and Grandma Janet show of their chapeaux

Benjamin in his spectacles, and Harper taking in the spectacle

There is more to come, as our holiday celebration did not stop there... Stay tuned!

Emily is a Star!

2009-01-04T13:22:00.002-05:00

Our niece and the "Sound of the Wildcats" in the Fiesta Bowl parade (fast forward to 30:40)

Snoozing With Santa

2008-12-21T14:53:00.001-05:00

Happy Holidays from the Joneses

2008-12-20T20:35:00.002-05:00

Dear friends and family,
This year our many gifts are too numerous to possibly list. While we had every intention of sending a traditional holiday card, we thought an "open letter" would be more appropriate, as we wish to shout from the rooftops how thrilled we are by the joy that fills our life this year.

This time last year, we were in a bit of a "holding pattern," as we awaited the arrival of an unknown, whom we had only recently stopped calling "Liz," and Benjamin searched feverishly for a new job, we weren't certain that we would even call Naples "home" in a year, or even in a few weeks. However, with the new year, came new opportunities, and, of course, a new baby. Benjamin began practicing as a defense attorney and Amanda embraced her new role as a mom, all without having to relocate at a far less than ideal time, in so many ways.

While new beginnings have been the hallmark of 2008, including the beginning of Amanda's freelance writing career and SAT tutoring, the year, too, has included the milestones of our fourth wedding anniversary, Benjamin's second full year without cancer, and the second anniversary of our owning our beautiful home.

All of our many blessings, of course, are made sweeter, and often times made possible by you - our friends and family, whom we wish the happiest of holidays. Whether you are at our table this Christmas, or a world away, know that you are loved, and that you are always a part of our celebration.

With Love,

Ben, Amanda & Harper

What We Did Today...

2008-12-20T20:13:00.001-05:00

While visiting the local art museum, we encountered the most impressive piece:

2064 Campaign

2008-12-18T08:32:00.002-05:00

Harper's Campaign manager, Caren, just unveiled it, so you saw it here first:

Harper is Nine Months!

2008-12-16T21:01:00.005-05:00

In retrospect, the last month has been enormously eventful, morphing our little baby into an entirely new animal.

Harper: His favorite word is "Dada," and he crawls on his knees, frequently sitting up to "dance," by folding his legs beneath his behind and bouncing on his knees; he loves smiling at strangers, proudly flashing his two prominent bottom teeth, savors Cheerios and the opportunity to share them with "his dog, Sophie," (whom he refers to as "dada"), playfully closes and opens doors for a game of peek-a-boo, turns the pages of his books, and finishes each day, no longer with a dip in his baby tub, but with a swim in the "big boy" garden tub in our bathroom!

As 2008 draws to a close, so too, we put the seal on a year of monumental memories for our family. Most notably, of course, it will forever be the year that we became a family. We have many gifts for which to be thankful, but allow this to be an appetizer for our Christmas open letter, which will be forthcoming (along with pictures with Santa and, of course, the accompanying story of our visit with the jolly elf).

For now, though, enjoy the pictures of our bug, as he celebrates his nine month birthday, the last month of single digits, and the first month when the shark counter (at left) will be sharkless, but a time when our hearts continue to swell with pride at the many great triumphs accomplished with amazing charm that happen each day, in the form of an adored little boy named Harper.

38 Weeks...

2008-12-06T15:00:00.003-05:00

Harper is 38 weeks old! While it may seem an odd age to note, it is in fact the length of time that he spent "on the inside." Pretty wild (for me, anyway).

Harper at G.A. 8 weeks (about 6 weeks old)...
Harper at 8 months old...

2008-11-28T08:34:00.005-05:00

This Thanksgiving, we are grateful for many things... Particularly, new friends, new family, family who are friends and friends who are family. Okay, I recycled that bit from my Thanksgiving toast, but I must say, I believe it to be inspired, particularly considering that it came to me during one of Harper's many waking moments on Wednesday night.

We awoke to many delicious smells on Thursday (although Ben's stuffy nose precluded him from enjoying any of them), as Grandma Janet had already started most of the meal and Mr. Turkey was already working on his tan. As our guests arrived for our Thanksgiving lunch, we were thrilled to visit with Granny, Grandpa, Brandon, Kelly, Anthony, Gail, our neighbor and her daughter, Kelly.

Although Harper enjoyed his own personal sweet potatoes and star puffs, he also sampled the treats at the table, including cranberry sauce (yum, Aunt Gail!) and mashed potatoes; he also had an opportunity to showcase several of his art pieces, as they decorated several tables in the house.

On this holiday, we counted our many reasons to give thanks, and I was happy to not have to fight for space in my tummy this year!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

November 16, 2008 - Harper is Eight Months Old!

2008-11-17T19:55:00.002-05:00

A Belated Boo!

2008-11-09T22:25:00.005-05:00

Before you read on, please click here and vote for Winter Park (my niece is a super star color guard lady), since you are a good American and you love to vote..

Thank you for being a patriot.

Happy Standard Time to all of our American readers not in Arizona (an entire state of mavericks, evidently), Hawaii, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, Guam, and American Samoa!

Prior to the time change, we enjoyed a Halloween celebration with many of our neighbors at a potluck dinner, before disbanding to ready ourselves for our trick-or-treaters. Harper donned his bug costume and joined his friend Noah, who was the spitting image of an infant Rocky Balboa (to be chronicled in the upcoming Rocky "prequel," no doubt) to give out candy to the neighborhood children who have more teeth (although Noah now boasts five, and Harper, a respectable TWO).

My personal favorite costume from the evening was the three-year-old dressed as Sarah Palin, complete with plastic rifle slung over her shoulder; her dad explained that he thought it was "pushing it," but also noted that the only reason she wasn't carrying a moose head was because she fell backward every time he tried to put it in her backpack.

Of course, we were joined by our Jack-O-lantern compatriots...

Noah's friendly pumpkin...

Harper's scary pumpkin...

He's No Outkast...

2008-11-07T15:23:00.006-05:00

He's really moving these days...

Don't Forget to Vote!

2008-11-04T09:05:00.002-05:00

25 minutes from parking lot to parking lot, no wait at Starbucks for free coffee... If only Starbucks had a Krispy Kreme for our free star doughnut, the morning would have been perfect.
Yes, we're a couple of "blue" bloods living in a bright "red" blooded county, but we expect our guy to make a respectable showing here, where registered Republicans outnumber Dems two to one. We are already planning our key points of analysis here at Jones election central... We expect to be able to call the race soon after the polls close on the east coast - look out Dan Rather!
If you haven't already, please vote. Our friends who live in Amsterdam (hey Abshires) manage to vote... So if you are anywhere in America (yes, even in Alaska)... Go vote. There's just no excuse this year.

Congratulations, Nina & Jason!

2008-10-28T11:10:00.004-04:00

Our friends, Nina and Jason welcomed their little boy, Holden, yesterday evening. Here are some great pictures from Nina's shower (a special thanks to our photographer, and her beautiful little assistant! Te amo!)

Save The Daylight!

2008-10-27T08:53:00.001-04:00

Obama should change his campaign's focus, and examine the problem with our current daylight saving time policies. Forget Iran, the economy, healthcare, the deficit... It's really dark at 6:30, and I am certain that the delay in changing the clocks is not saving energy, in fact, don't we actually use more energy in the form of light? Of course, if Barack isn't interested in this platform, John McCain would be wise to pick it up, assigning it as a first major task for his V.P., thus distancing himself (finally) from W., clearly outlining his first 100 days, and giving Caribou Barbie a project - Hey, it could be just what the Republican ticket needs.

Making good use of the energy we've saved by delaying the time change, we recently drove to Orlando, visiting family, EPCOT, and Green Meadows Farm.

The weekend afforded Ben and me the opportunity to go out to dinner at one of our favorite Vietnamese Restaurants, while Harper spent the evening with Nenny and Grandma (thanks, girls!), and offered Harper his first trip to "Disney World" - we're considering telling him that EPCOT is all there is to Disney World, since it is our favorite, but we're pretty sure that his friends will tip him off, and our plan will never work. We strolled around EPCOT, having lunch at Le Cellier in Canada - meat... Yum! Harper had a great time, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the annual Food and Wine Festival, while grandma, dad, and mom enjoyed the wine, of course.

Sunday, we visited Green Meadows Farm, where we decided we will visit every year before Halloween, as we all loved visiting the animals, riding the hayride, and picking pumpkins. Harper loved the ducks, and although he isn't big enough to ride the ponies just yet, he did love bouncing on the hayride, and did help pick a pumpkin to take home. A family tradition is born!

The weekend also marked Harper's graduation to his new high chair, where he now enjoys Gerber baby food; the little guy got a taste of it at Grandma's and asserted that mom is not the culinary genious she thinks she is. He happily devours "sweet potatoes Gerber," (that is how it would read on a baby food restaurant menu) while homemade sweet potatoes are better worn than eaten. So it goes.

Oh, and doesn't Beyonce look pretty in her new outfit?

Happy Mole Day

2008-10-23T13:39:00.002-04:00

Although it should be celebrated every day, let's all take a moment to recognize Avogadro's Number.

October 16, 2008 - Harper is 7 Months Old!

2008-10-17T09:02:00.008-04:00

Sporting a spiffy new tooth, our little man celebrated his 7-month birthday yesterday. The past few weeks have been sort of like the infant equivalent to the early teen years, as Harper knows what he wants to do, but just can't quite put it all together, resulting in sleepless nights and tearful pleas, on hiss part and ours.
It hasn't been all bad, though, as Harper has mastered the pulling himself around the house with his hands, and, from time to time, involving his legs in this endeavor. He has also started to say something akin to "mamamamama" - usually while tears are streaming, but it is nice to feel recognized.
Harper sleeps, mostly, in his own bed, now... Although it is pushed up next to ours with one side removed so that he is still right next to us. We've started setting goals for his sleep, and, frequently we meet them - one night this week he slept from 9 to 5:30 without a peep! We'll take it! The bug also has a new job (maybe these ARE the infant teens)... I have started doing some freelance writing, and he is my assistant. In fact, he went with me to a meeting last week, and did a great job keeping me (dis)organized.
Harper is looking forward to a visit with his Orlando family this weekend - we'll have more about that next week.

I know, we sound like cartoon characters...

And a bonus picture from the bath...

Acorn Squash - Take One...

2008-10-10T13:57:00.003-04:00

Mr. Jones Goes to Washington

2008-09-29T10:40:00.006-04:00

Rock star that he is, Harper summoned his entourage and hopped a jet to Baltimore last Thursday, for his "uncle" Chris' (for those who are interested, the rules vary on punctuating the possessive in names ending with "S," however, several boys named Chris are "Chrises" and our family is "The Joneses," neither of which is possessive) wedding.

Harper's groupies: Granny, Grandpa, Dad and Mom, did everything they could to ensure a peaceful flight for the little star and all other passengers on the plane (he's "green," so he flies commercial), and the efforts paid off, as he slept soundly through the flight!

Granny and Grandpa were also very well-behaved.

We did have a brief opportunity to visit our nation's capital, where Harper was the main attraction! I believe this photograph says it all.

That evening, we all attended the rehearsal dinner. Harper, of course, looked quite dapper! Thanks to his cousin, Jaxson, for the assistance in the fashion department! I think Bonnie and Vernon snagged a picture, but I'll have to check.

Harper took the night of the wedding off, as he stayed back at the hotel, palling around with mom, then later, Granny and Grandpa, before escorting everyone to brunch on Sunday, before we headed back home.

It was so nice to get away for a few days, and we cannot say enough wonderful things about Bonnie and Vernon (a.k.a. Granny and Grandpa), who made this weekend possible in so many ways. Ben and I agree that without Harper's grandparents and stroller, Harper and I would have just stayed home. Thanks for getting us out of the house!

Fast Times at Temple Shalom Pre-School

2008-09-24T14:27:00.004-04:00

Last weekend, Harper took me to Orlando for the weekend. While Benjamin stayed home due to work obligations, the Bug was a great travel companion, only asking to stop twice on both the trip up and back.

We had an opportunity to visit with the family and friends, and were so grateful that Aunt Nenny watched Harper while I visited Aunt Patty for a new hairdo. Further solidifying my desire to live closer to family, after I walked in the door with my new hair, Jennifer and Harper were in the kitchen making breakfast! Yum! Thanks, Nenny!

After many delicious meals and fun visits, we did have to return to Naples for Harper's Monday appointment with Dr. Wilson. 15 pounds 6 ounces (more than double his birthweight!) and 27 inches of lovebug, who, according Dr. Wilson, must start solids, now that he is 6 months old. In response to my inquiry of where to start, the good doctor replied, "He could eat a steak tonight if he wanted to." I'm thinking we'll probably go with some veggies, though.

Although we've been preparing for our next trip, we're also continuing with the flurry of activities that keep Harper busy. Story time on Tuesday was great, as the story consisted of a series of animal sounds (the little man's favorite), which ultimately translated to "Good morning." Except for the owl, who, logically, was saying "good night."

Despite a somewhat sleepless night last night, HD managed to drag himself to "school" this morning to work on his "project" with Ms. Jane and the other students. He was complemented repeatedly by his teacher this morning - such a prodigy! First, his clay-cast hand print was described as "art," then his tamborine playing was noted in front of all three of the other babies! He is such a star, but I cannot say I'm surprised

Pictures

2008-09-17T20:21:00.005-04:00

Its been quite a while since I, Harper's Dad, have posted on here, but... given that Harper's outfit does read (I know its hard to see in the pics, so you'll have to trust me on this one) "My Dad is blogging this..." I guess I'd better come out of retirement!

Amanda actually got "me" that onesie way back when before we'd settled on "Harper" as a name. Back then, I was the primary blogger. My how times have changed... yea, that's the biggest change in our life since then... Amanda is the blogger now. Ha.

The onesie is a "6 months" and I remember thinking that, not only would it take forever for "the baby" to get here, but then I'd have to wait 6 whole month before he could wear my favorite onesie! I can't believe that day has come!

Harper is also sporting, for the first time his way cool Baby Legs. Thanks Rebecca!

Sorry my musings aren't as funny, witty, or as generally awesome as my wife's s posts, but we all know what I'm up against. Beside, I'm really banking on the pics to bring in the readers and comments for this post. I doubt if anyone is actually reading at this point.... How can you resist these pics? You'll notice in this last one that H-Man is sitting up, all by himself!

Harper is Six Months Old!

2008-09-16T20:36:00.003-04:00

And sleeping... FINALLY! He refused to nap today! Pictures tomorrow.

2008-09-15T14:59:00.005-04:00

Friday brought with it several great surprises - Benjamin had an unexpected day off, Bonnie and Vernon came to visit, and we celebrated my birthday a little early.

While we spent the evening watching the sunset and enjoying a picnic, Harper shared his toys with his grandparents (and vice-versa, although think his grandparents are the real toys). We cannot thank Granny and Grandpa enough for being Harper's favorite sitters! You know what they say about the family that wields the tomahawk together...

Saturday, we all indulged in a delicious birthday breakfast extravaganza (as made by two handsome Jones men), and sent the grandparents on their way back home. We were sad to see them go, and look forward to our next visit!

After Granny and Grandpa left, Harper decided to turn on the juice, as he took a few crawling steps! Although he isn't a "crawler" yet, he knows what to do, so we are definitely getting close. He also started wearing size 3 diapers and size 9 month pajamas! Previously, Harper had been wearing his 3 and 6 month p.j.'s, but we have now put away the 3 months, and he has no trouble filling out the 9 month jammies with his long legs! Then, to top it all off, he slept in his big boy crib!

Sunday morning, Harper said "mama' - Ben and I both heard it, although the little guy hasn't repeated it (Benjamin said that the Guinness Book requires two iterations of all submitted records, and we, being sticklers for precision, base all of our standards on traditional bar trivia guides).

The little man is getting so big. In fact, tomorrow is his half birthday! More to come soon.

And The Winner Is...

2008-09-11T12:58:00.003-04:00

I love words. Each day I try to teach Harper sounds that could potentially develop into words, focusing on the hard consonant sounds, which, according to the experts, he is likely to master first - this, of course, results in the scenario that his first word is likely to be "dada" and not "mama." Clearly gender bias exists even at the phonemic level. We are practicing our "B" sounds this week (well, I practice, while Harper laughs wildly at me), with next week bringing the "D" sound (are you seeing an order here?)

I love words. The language of origin matters not. Today, while watching "The View," patiently waiting for Elizabeth Hasselbeck to cry (no dice) at the mention of The Republican Party, and marveling at Jessica Simpson's unfairly awesome boobs (at least her hair is fake), I saw a commercial for the ALMA awards (presumably the American Latin Music Awards), and I was immediately struck by the decision to not name them the Latin American Music Awards. The difference between the Alma (meaning spirit in Spanish) Awards and the Lama Awards is pretty vast. Although, I would totally want to go to the Lama awards.... I wonder if Eva Longoria would host those?

Helmets

2008-09-07T21:24:00.008-04:00

Despite feeling a bit under the weather, Harper managed to enjoy the beginnings of his first football season, celebrating a FSU's un-televised (at out house, anyway) victory over WCU, and a valiant effort (cut short by our DVR) by the Dolphins to actually participate in the NFL. A special thanks to Uncle Chris; Harper loves his FSU onesie!

This onesie clearly states, "Shhh... I'm watching the game with DAD!!" You can see that Harper's weekend wear is all picked out for the remainder of the fall (Thanks, Grandma Janet, I think).

HarJon (as I believe his "baller name" would be spelled), enjoyed the Dolphin's game from his new sheepskin rug, which is a big hit with the whole family. Clearly, he understands that these new, soft 8 square feet in the living room indicate a new chapter of unbridled freedom (as long as that freedom doesn't wander onto the... [mom gasps] tile!) in his life.

I just hope it doesn't come to this (note, for the parental vigilantes among us: matching knee pads are also available):

Have You Heard The One About The 26" Pianist?

2008-09-02T15:34:00.011-04:00

Kicking off a busy September, Friday, we loaded up for a trip to Granny and Grandpa's house on the east coast. While Sophie visited her boyfriend, Samson, for the weekend - thank you Wes, Cailin and Annabelle - the two-legged family members made the trek without incident.

Living in Naples, you sometimes forget what the rest of the world is like, for better or for worse. Benjamin and I love to comment on the "metropolis" that is Palm Beach Gardens, while we "complain" about the "traffic." We had two such opportunities to cruise the PBG this weekend, while Harper spent some quality time with his grandparents. Although it took five and a half months, Ben and I did leave the little guy for a few hours. Everyone did great, and we cannot thank Bonnie and Vernon enough for their most excellent care of "HD"!

Harper explored a number of hobbies this weekend. He showed off his Phelpsian Feet (and arms) while swimming with mom and dad. Look at him kicking those legs!

Playing drums, Harper practiced for his future garage band (which will practice in Noah's garage, of course).

Harper enjoyed several piano lessons, and was, of course, quick to incorporate his unique style.

The little man also participated in his first "game" (it's so much more than that) of Scrabble, a traditional Jones past time. Here, he subtly suggests a triple word opportunity, using the letters F-O-X. Notice how Granny casually looks away, so as not to give up her alliance.

The Virtuous Vacuum

2008-08-27T12:06:00.004-04:00

Although he'll no doubt blush at the mention, my father-in-law, Benjamin's dad, Vernon, is the possessor of many admirable virtues; among them, his propensity for vacuuming. Vernon's mother raised a vacuumer, encouraging him to "vacuum again," before allowing him out to play. Vernon's attention to detail, I'm sure, can be attributed, in many ways to this training.

Perhaps through his alliance with this useful tool, Grandpa, as he is known around our house, has picked up on the vacuum's ability to soothe babies; as we have noted over several recent visits, Vernon is the go-to guy when Harper's crabbiness overtakes his ability to nap; putting the little guy on his shoulder and telling him stories, Vernon quickly averts what would otherwise devolve into a meltdown.

As I prepare myself mentally, and my home physically, for the upcoming months, which are sure to bring with them my son's mobility, I have taken up vacuuming as a hobby - thrilling, I know. After several friends revealed their secret to clean floors was vacuuming... daily, I instantly shocked to the notion that it could be that simple. However, a quick consideration of the last time I had even seen the vacuum indicated that my lack of enthusiasm to the machine must be overcome, and that their claims could, in fact, be plausible. So, Sunday, I rolled the vacuum cleaner out, and spent about 45 minutes on the main living areas of our house, vowing to vacuum twice a day from then on. So far, and it's Wednesday, mind you, I am averaging my goal, much to my surprise.

The added incentive, though is the benefit of the vaccum cleaner's Vernon-like soothing ability. When Harper has had enough, rather than running around the house trying to calm him, I simply stick him in his swing, and vaccum away. I am optimistic that his attempt to push the vacuum cleaner bodes of a future wherein Harper will happily vacuum twice before going outside to play.

Excuse Me, May I See Your Puree List?

2008-08-25T09:08:00.011-04:00

This weekend, the baby foodie joined us for several dinner and lunch dates. Friday took us out for the proverbial wings and beer with Benjamin's friend from work, Charissa. Harper skipped the wings and beer, instead opting for Charissa's cell phone, after polishing off several napkins.

For lunch on Saturday, we were joined by Granny and Grandpa for barbecue. The menu at our local rib joint, clearly puzzling to infants, left Harper torn between the sugar packet or the spoon. A man after my own heart, he chose both, but noted that the spoon was far more satisfying than the sugar packet.

After several very typical American meals, the little food hound was in the mood for something slightly more exotic, so we took him out for sushi. As you've probably already guessed, Harper ordered the chopsticks.

Astronomy

2008-08-22T09:15:00.006-04:00

Benjamin took astronomy in college, so I'm sure he is far more qualified to speak on the subject, even metaphorically. Considering that he was a philosophy major and that astronomy was really flying rocks for jocks, he could probably only speak metaphorically about astronomy. His other science class was one entitled, "How Things Work," but we'll save that for another day.

Despite my likely inadequacies on the subject, I have a few things to say, so here goes...

Jupiter, for as long as we can tell, has had a storm the size of three Earths ravaging its impoverished landscape (because all hurricanes, regardless of planetary citizenship, voted for George Bush, twice, just ask Kanye). Well, it seems that Earth has suffered similar folly in recent days, as Tropical Storm Fay, has parked herself on Florida permanently. Due to her appearance on weather radar (here we have Super Viper Radar - that's cool! Too bad meteorology, and other useful academic endeavors, like communications weren't available to me during my college days... Again, another day.)I think she should be called the Great White Spot. Oops, sorry Kanye. Twice in one post.

While we're on the topic of planets; if Men are, indeed, "from Mars," you would think that little boys would not be inclined toward empathy, but I've witnessed evidence to the contrary, to be sure. Bear with me, here...

Following Sophie's weekend adventures with Samson, her buddy from across the street, it seemed only fair that Harper should have a friend over. Fortunately the opportunity presented itself this week, and last night, Noah came over for the evening. The two boys had a great time, and should appear in Webster's under "empathetic." When Harper got hungry and threw a fit, Noah soon began crying, too. Just as Harper calmed, Noah was just getting started, and so began the "choral crying." I wish I had video to share, but I was too busy laughing to get to the camera. Benjamin soon came to our rescue, taking Noah on a tour of the house while Harper ate his dinner.

Weathering The Storm

2008-08-19T16:12:00.002-04:00

This past weekend, I spent eight hours honing my skills as an SAT tutor. While the verbal section, on the whole, was a breeze, the math section was at least a category 2 storm. I'm still cleaning up the debris in my head, and preparing to give it a more thorough look soon.

While the SAT storm subsided, another storm sneaked up on us; her name was Fay, and she was a crooked little tropical storm, who had us dashing out to the grocery store, considering watching our hurricane shutter DVD, and watching the incessant local news coverage. Although any Floridian knows that all hurricane supplies can be found at the liquor store, I decided, that some food and water might be nice to have on hand as well, so I ventured out on Monday, with Harper in tow. The shopping excursion ended early, but we managed to snag some supplies, leaving the remaining items up to Benjamin to pick up on his way home.

So, we hunkered down, ordered a pizza, watched the olympics, and waited for Fay to make her debut. Since this storm was our first since we left the confines of the 305, we didn't know what to expect in the way of response and organization here in Naples. Of course, having seen the way this place does pretty much everything to the nines, we were not particularly concerned. As the night wore on, Fay arrived, bringing some wind, and a fair amount of rain. Harper slept like a champ, as the wind whistled through our screens (see post re: Independence Day).

As we surveyed the "damage" this morning, we discovered three things: our front door, that wouldn't close/lock without pushing it up, down, and all around, has been fixed, our lanai, which was long overdue for a scrubbing, had about an inch of water soaking out the scum, and the road in front of Ben's office was one of the two roads closed in the entire county (due to flooding). Who says it's hard to find good help? Thanks Fay.

August 16, 2008 - Harper is Five Months Old!

2008-08-16T18:40:00.011-04:00

Despite attacking Monkey...

And the sign...

Harper managed to pull it together for a celebratory birthday shot... I mean photo shoot. Truthfully, the little man was extremely photogenic (due, no doubt, to his Grandma Janet's amusing presence), resulting in a number of great photographs that will be posted to the slide show soon.

Nota Bene: With the addition of "tags" to our blog, you may now click "Birthday" (found below this post) if you are inclined to compare photographs of the little man from month-to-month.

Gettin' Some Tail

2008-08-12T20:14:00.006-04:00

Sophie had her boyfriend, Samson over for the weekend. Although they slept in separate beds, it clearly wasn't enough to keep the two lovebirds from one another.

Straight Talk

2008-08-08T15:25:00.003-04:00

As a former Miami resident, I feel compelled to comment on John McCain's recent visit to the city of... Wait, I don't know (and cannot locate) a motto for the city of Miami, other than one suggested on Dave Barry's blog which seems appropriate, "It's not just our roads that are dangerous." Just as well...
The presumptive (I love the uncertainty here) Republican nominee did more than shake manos y besa bebes en Miami... His tour bus, the No Bullsh%! Express collided with another vehicle! The story really becomes puzzling when you consider that both vehicles stopped - shocking!
Although damage appeared to be minimal, ironically, the bus had a FLAT TIRE! Stick that in your oil burning energy plan pipe (engraved with the letters MCCAIN) and smoke it, Obama!

I have also added a link to our "Interesting Links" that will take you to an article about Clay Aiken fathering a child... I have nothing more to say on this, except see subject.

Oh Crap!

2008-08-08T13:04:00.002-04:00

... Need I say more?

From pets and the kitchen floor to Harper and the car seat, I've had my hands full (so-to-speak) today.

Thank goodness it is Friday!

Apples and Trees

2008-08-06T18:00:00.005-04:00

Benjamin at 4 Months

Look Out Suzie!

2008-08-06T10:31:00.008-04:00

For those of you who normally stand while you are at your computers, I encourage you to take a seat now...

I'm baking!

Yes, mom, I realized that the cute room with all the cabinets has a purpose.

Jessica Seinfeld's book, Deceptively Delicious, has inspired me. It is all about incorporating pureed fruits and vegetables into foods (like the cupcakes I'm making right now, which have avocado and cauliflower in them). Because I am planning to make Harper's food myself (I know I already make his food, I mean his solid food), I'll be pureeing regularly anyway, so I can just toss some in with the grown-up food I make, too (I can make more than reservations for dinner).

Although I don't have to hide vegetables from Benjamin, and I don't plan on hiding them from Harper, a few extra servings of the good stuff couldn't hurt.

However, those among you who have occasion to eat what I cook, who are exclusive carnivores (you know who you are), be warned... There might be a vegetable lurking in that dessert!

10 Hours of Sleep

2008-08-01T08:04:00.004-04:00

Before you other new mommies out there curse me, please read on...

Last night, the stars aligned, Harper went to sleep at eight, I fell asleep around 9, and when the little man woke up soon after, he just needed a diaper, change of clothes, and dad's shoulder. Although I woke twice last night, once to move myself from the couch, and another time to move the Harper to our bed, thus completing the trifecta, to eat and fall back asleep.
10 hours of sleep with limited interruption without the sponsorship of Nissan (thank you, Nissan, for your many blessings, including the Rogue, and Heroes, minus last season, which was admittedly lame)! I digress...

I count sleeping among my greatest talents; perhaps this is why I got along so well with my teen-aged students, who are biologically predisposed to extreme sleeping. The past year, specifically the last four and a half (I hate having to add "and a half" to Harper's age) months, have required me to abandon this talent. Would you ask Lance Armstrong to quit biking? Would you ask Kenny G to stop playing that song that he plays? I didn't think so. Last night was my comeback tour... Let's be honest, it was a one-time free concert in Central Park.

Fun and Games

2008-07-30T08:24:00.006-04:00

Harper loves his giraffe blanket (thanks, Aunt Caren)! It is a constant companion, and as you will see, Harper adores covering his face with it. Although it may appear as though a small plush giraffe skin (they are a fearsome breed) is attacking my son, you will notice that even after I remove the assailant, Harper insists that giraffe return to his face.

No stuffed animals or infants were harmed in the making of this film.

The First of the "Lasts"

2008-07-29T21:22:00.003-04:00

This week has brought about two "lasts" in our little man's short life. This weekend, Benjamin and I packed up the bassinet that Harper has outgrown. As we did so, I had flashes of packing Harper's bags for college, and watching Benjamin carry the last one down to the car. He noted that we would think of this moment in eighteen years.

Today, Harper and I attended the last Mother Goose Story Time at the library (a new session begins in September). Harper's first "graduation," in a sense. We commemorated his matriculation with a photograph of the delightful Ms. Pam (the librarian who leads the sing-a-long and reads the story each week ), Harper, and me. Doesn't he look proud?

Oh, and one more thing... I recently saw this woman on CNN:

Her name is Kitty Pilgrim. Of course, I couldn't just let that one slip by... Kitty Pilgrim?

Next thing you know, you're going to tell me that we had a member of congress named Dick Army (no photos, please... This blog is not marked for adult content).

Bath Time and a New Way to Wear The Peanut Shell

2008-07-28T13:20:00.004-04:00

For your viewing pleasure:

Dogplay

2008-07-26T22:38:00.004-04:00

Sophie had her younger male friend, Samson, over for a while this afternoon while his parents enjoyed an afternoon outing... needless to say, Sophie is sleeping soundly right now.

Boys Will Be Boys...

2008-07-25T10:40:00.003-04:00

The Road Worrier

2008-07-23T12:29:00.003-04:00

Last weekend marked several watershed events, as Benjamin left Harper overnight (over several nights, actually), Harper and mom did a solo long distance drive, and the little man visited Orlando for the first time!

After enjoying morning tea with the "Mariposa Mamas" (as termed by Annabelle's grandmother), Harper and I packed up the car (have I mentioned how incredibly useful Harper's car is? Well it is.), and waited for dear old dad's (a.k.a Benjamin's) return home from work.
Once Ben arrived, we set our for Orlando, where we dropped Benjamin at the Orlando airport where he left for his weekend with Chris (oops, I typed Christ, at first... THAT would have been a HUGE weekend!).

We said our goodbyes, and Harper and I were on our way to Grandma Janet's house.

Our whirlwind weekend involved shopping trips,

delicious meals with friends and family,

Harper's first meetings (and several reunions) with family and friends,

capped off with a solo trip back to Naples on Sunday. Of course I was worried, especially when Sunday proved to be a grumpy day for Harper. He slept soundly through the I-4 corridor, waking somewhere along I-75. We took a break for a twisted frosty (for me), while Harper opted for his "usual." After that stop, the trip becomes a blur... Crying, miles without an exit, Lee county, gas stations that don't take American Express, and a desperate desire to make it to our beloved mile marker. We did finally make it.

During our trek home, Benjamin was in constant contact, keeping us informed of his flight status. Unfortunately (ha!) a delay in D.C. caused him to miss his connection in Atlanta. Thus, he was "stuck" in our favorite city for the night. I suggested that Benjamin call American Express, as we have some sort of travel delay protection. Well, long story short, he made out like a bandit, staying at the Ritz, having room service, and hopping a flight in the morning. We're maintaining our enrollment in that program, needless to say.

Everyone is home safe and sound now, and we are looking forward to being close to home this weekend!

Then Who's Payin' The Bills?

2008-07-21T12:38:00.004-04:00

Harper went to see Dr. Wilson today...
Weight: 14 lbs.
Height: 26 inches
Weight Percentile: 50th
Height Percentile: 90th
Going in the first round of the 2030 NBA Draft: Priceless

July 16, 2008 - Harper Is 4 Months Old!

2008-07-16T21:49:00.003-04:00

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Special

2008-07-14T13:12:00.002-04:00

This past weekend, I did the unthinkable... I left Harper! Of course, he and his dad had a great time together, working out in Harper's gym, playing in Harper's pond, eating mom-catered meals with 5-star dad service, and watching ESPN instead of Lifetime. Benjamin is such great dad and a wonderful husband, as he encouraged my 24-hour (okay, not quite... More like 23 and a half) getaway with the girls to Miami.
A special thanks to Lorena, Kelly L., and Patty (a new gal pal), who accompanied me to the spa for massages and pedicures, and made our overnight stay a super-fun, girls' weekend! Doral Resort is really an oasis in the middle of Miami. So nice!
Upon my return home, the three of us relaxed on Sunday, while Ben and I enjoyed some TV time. We watched "13 Days," in which Kevin Costner plays Kenny O'Donnell, Special adviser to President Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis. We're pretty sure that when the fine actor read the script, he misunderstood the adjective "special," as his accent sounded a lot more "franks and beans" (Warren, "something About Mary") than Beantown. Every time he spoke, we giggled, though the film proved entertaining, and introduced us to layers of the crisis that we somehow missed in our high school education.

Sniff... Sniff...

2008-07-10T13:15:00.002-04:00

I read the warning label on Harper's bassinet this week, only to learn that my son is already over the hill. He is over three months old, and can roll over (as the world already knows), so that's a double whammy in terms of using the bassinet. While it never served as a true sleeping spot, it was a trusted friend for showers and other activities that required both of mom's hands. So, it is with a heavy heart, that we thank Harper's cousin Jaxson for the use of his bassinet (which will one day be used by Jax's little brother or sister), and introduce the Pack N' Play to our bedroom, which will, hopefully, be the bed that transitions Harper out of ours.

Speaking of "sniffing," another one of our children, Ella, will, hopefully be outgrowing a nasty habit today. She has an appointment with her veterinarian this afternoon, so that we can find a way to help her deal with her spite peeing and pooing. Of course, the vet will want to rule out urinary tract infections, etc. (one that has lasted 8 years? That would be bad.) Something has to change.

Back to domestic bliss, my dryer is calling for me.

Brief Reflection

2008-07-09T09:26:00.004-04:00

On this day, last year, I saw two little lines that thrilled and terrified me. I was pregnant! Was I really, though? 7 subsequent tests and an ultrasound still left me with my doubts. These doubts, though gone now (as I hold my precious little man) continued, albeit in a diminished state, even as we drove to the hospital, thinking they would send me home with the advice, "Lay off the chocolate cake, chunky." And, while in the delivery room, as I playfully accused Dr. Jody of having "stock footage" on the ultrasound machine.

Ben and I constantly remind ourselves how quickly life changes. In our four years of marriage (not even looking at the five years before that), we have lived in three different houses in two cities (well one city, two locations), visited Europe, had five jobs between us, gone from one pet to three, been diagnosed with cancer, graduated from law school, applied to graduate school, kicked cancer's butt with chemo., driven four different cars, and had a baby. And that's just what springs to mind from our immediate household. It's been a whirlwind, and we've found reasons to smile through the good and the not-so-good.

Through it all, we've had each other, our family and friends to keep us sane and grounded. Thanks, guys! Although Harper has no idea what he's in for, in joining this little clan, he can rest easy (as he does right now), knowing that he has the love of many in this world, and that he is, indeed, a miracle.

Incredibly, Harper doesn't have an Uncle Sam...

2008-07-07T09:19:00.008-04:00

... Just because I think he makes a really nice header...

Longboat Key proved beautiful, relaxing, and fun... For all of us! Harper had so much fun, he slept through the night on Friday (yes, our son slept through the night on the loudest night of the year). Following a relaxing night of sleep, Saturday we went down to the beach for Harper's first dip in the Gulf. Like always, he was, on the whole, unphased, even when a wave splashed over him. He was enamored with his swim trunks and the sand on his feet, so much so, that he fell asleep studying them on Friday.

Thanks for the nice nap, Aunt Nenny!

Mostly, though, Harper enjoyed the adoration of his family and friends (particularly that of little Abby, who is four, and reminds me of Cinderella), who provided an ever-changing set of hands to hold him and countless faces for him to study.

Upon our return home Sunday, the little guy slept (with breaks only for eating) for 16 hours! After waking up Mondaymorning around 8:15, he played for a couple of hours, and napped on mom for most of the day. I am reminded of Easter of 2006, when Sophie played Frisbee for hours with her dad, Brandon, and Craig while we all enjoyed a picnic. Upon being dragged into the house, Sophie flopped down on the floor, waking up several days later. I hope Harper is as resilient as his older sister (we don't let him sleep on the floor, in case you are wondering).

Several "Aha Moments" from the trip, of course, are worth mentioning.

I believe I have discovered how Ikea products are named. While brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror, and upon seeing the toothbrush cover's label, in call capital letters backwards, it suddenly occurred to me that is likely an entire facility dedicated to printing out the names of objects in capital letters, holding the word up to a mirror and naming the product accordingly. Genius!

This trip gave me an opportunity to take in the suggestions/advice/opinions of family, who are always willing to share their experience, particularly now that I have a baby. My family has always relished the opportunity to point out my "blond moments," which, I believe, has fostered my healthy sense of humor. Jen, who is married to my nephew, with a baby of her own (when Blogger technology catches up, I will post a family tree, so you can better understand why this is possible... For now, just accept that it is true), pointed out to me that a soiled swim diaper does not have to be removed the way it is put on (something I learned a little too late), as you can just tear the sides! Once again... Genius!

That's the scoop on our first family vacation.

"So, What's The Point?"

2008-07-01T13:25:00.004-04:00

I believe Georges Seurat is credited with the above-cited quotation.

In an effort to prepare for a busy month of July, I have attempted to accomplish several, seemingly mundane, tasks this week. Yesterday, Harper and I made it to the grocery store, but sadly, left with no groceries. While we did manage to pick up some really useful and neat items for our upcoming 4th of July, by the time we made it to the grocery side of the store, he was inconsolable, and we headed home. "Where?" You ask, is this special place that you can find great bargains on pet food, portable sun shelters, snap-installing tools, and groceries? You guessed it, Wal-Mart... Not just any old Wal-Mart... Super Wal-Mart. Granted, this is Naples, where even Wal-Mart is gussied up, and you are likely to park next to an S55 AMG, but it is Wal-Mart, nonetheless. My experiences at this super store (and it is indeed super) have yielded several musings and important phrases.

Super Wal-Mart should have its own weather bulletins. The place is so enormous, that I swear I see storms coming off of sporting goods, making their way past children's clothing, and into frozen foods. It is imperative that one prepare for all weather conditions at this store, you are likely to encounter many. The arid fabric section is a great reprieve after a stroll through the humid produce section (I'm pretty sure there are cures for diseases lurking in the Wal-Mart rainforests).

Three types of people shop at Wal-Mart:

Walmartians: Those who remind you of Wal-Mart. You know, the ones who look like they "belong."

Walmartyrs: I count myself among them. These are the yuppie-types, who, in the 21st century are stifled by the cost of everything, and have become disillusioned by the skyrocketing prices at Publix and the like, where they realized they couldn't even walk out the door (even just running in for a couple things) without spending $100.

Walmarthas: The driver of the S55 in the parking lot. The wife of the CEO who loves Wal-Mart (perhaps a bit of a holdover from their days as Walmartyrs), because of all the fun stuff there. Increasingly, the Walmarthas are getting their husbands involved, as they have realized that similar products are far cheaper at Wal-Mart. These gentleman usually seek out a Walmartyr to ask if he/she "likes" the store, always indicating that he has "never been there before."

Wal-Mart isn't the only store that mystifies me. We recently stopped by Ikea on a return trip from Miami. It was, in fact, Harper's inaugural trip to the mega-store (immortalized below, is his snooze that he took while we ate Ikea food. Oh, Ikea food... Another post, another time), and my first trip there not pregnant (note to all, DO NOT be eight months pregnant and plan to stock up on Ikea goods).

We enjoyed our stroll around the store, and found some mirrors that look great behind our sofa. As we were leaving, Ben waited in the checkout line, while Harper and I marveled at the crowds in that store. The frantic struggle that many Ikea shoppers undertake as they attempt to cram all of their goods into their Corollas is truly amazing. It is something akin to the final helicopter leaving Vietnam (or perhaps, because it is Miami, the more appropriate analogy is the final boat leaving Mariel). People throwing ropes to one another, scrambling to remove the already minimal packaging from their flattened parcels, choosing to sit on the roof, so the FlÖvan (whatever that is) can rest comfortably in the passenger seat (which is fully reclined). It is an experience.

Fun With Granny & Grandpa

2008-06-29T18:44:00.002-04:00

Although Harper was in a bit of a mood on Saturday, he did manage to spend some quality time with his grandparents. In fact, his grandpa had an opportunity to show off his baby calming skills, as the little guy fell asleep on Vernon's shoulder at lunch. Harper still wants to know when you're moving closer.
After a great visit on Saturday, we enjoyed brunch with one of Ben's co-workers, and commenced with Operation Veg-Out Sunday. Despite intentions of going grocery shopping, I made an executive order that allowed us to relax today. Tomorrow will be busy, but at least today was restful. Let the Longboat Key preparations begin!

Title? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Title...

2008-06-27T10:08:00.003-04:00

After Wednesday night, in which Harper seemingly reverted to the schedule of a newborn (I believe in an effort to remind me that he intends to be an only child), last night was like having my two-month-old dream child back! He woke up only once, at 4:15, and although he required some coaxing to fall back asleep, he finally did around 5:30. What a delight!
A special thanks is in order for Benjamin, who, as always, was my knight in shining armor. Wednesday at 2 a.m., I just ran out of mom juice, and Benjamin fixed it and made it all better, remembering all of the tricks to get our son to sleep that somehow I had forgotten over the past few weeks.
Yesterday, we had the newest resident of Mariposa, Annabelle, and her mom, Cailin, over for lunch. They were both a delight, and Harper was happy to finally spend some one-on-one time with a young lady. It looks like this could become a weekly event, as next week, we are going to be lunching with Noah and Janet, along with Cailin and Annabelle!
Tomorrow, we will be celebrating the entire month of June with Bonnie and Vernon (their June is like our March, all of their personal holidays occur in that month). So, Happy Birthday to both Bonnie and Vernon, and Happy Anniversary (36 years! Yes they got married when Bonnie was two)!!! We are looking forward to your visit this weekend!
Keep an eye out for new pictures, which you know will be forthcoming after Harper's visit with his grandparents - they tend to bring out the best in him!

Sic Semper Infantis

2008-06-25T07:27:00.002-04:00

Now that Harper is a mature three months, I am trying to implement a schedule, something at which he clearly scoffs, since his call time this morning was 6:30, despite his agenda clearly stating that he is to wake up at 8:30. Clearly a big fan of irony, like his mother, Harper started his first nap 8:35.
For the past two nights, Harper has been sleeping in his bassinet, because, I believe we were waking him up. After a bath, dinner #3, an attempted story, and a thorough swaddling (from which he escaped three times during the night), Harper hit the hay at 8:30 last night (note: the schedule indicates a bed time at 9 or later... Again, he thumbs his nose at the schedule). He and I engaged in our first "dream feeding" (yes, my baby can eat in his sleep... What a little multi-tasker) when I got in bed around 10:30. After breaking free from the swaddle just as mom's eyes were closing, then being re-secured, the little guy slept until 4. I know some parents would give anything for this, but for Harper is seems to be a regression, since he was able to sleep 4-6 hours, wake up to eat, then go right back to sleep just a little more than a month ago. Maybe I can blame his first round of vaccinations. Or perhaps he is going to accomplish one of his "developmental milestones," like drawing his first picture or writing his first novel.
I think the little guy is trying to tell me something, now I just have to figure out what it is.
On totally unrelated notes:
-Safe travels, Rose and Jonathan! The latest chapter is finally beginning! (You can follow them on their blog, Alea Iacta Est)
-Congratulations, Caren, as you, too, embark on a new adventure! (Her blog, Caren Explains It All, explains most of it, if not all of it)

So You Wanna' Be A Cowboy Baby...

2008-06-22T08:27:00.007-04:00

Harper recently started wearing his cowboy PJ's. He wore them nearly all day the day after their inaugural night because he just looks so adorable in them!

Our little cowboy traded his horse for the day yesterday, and let his dad drive us to Miami to visit the new kid in in town, Anthony, who celebrated his one week birthday yesterday.

As you can see, babies who are one week old are still very tiny and sleepy (during the day, of course). Harper is relishing the opportunity to be a "big boy" now, although I (his mother) have some misgivings. Despite Anthony's youth, however, he has piles more hair than his Jones counterpart - his parents are already discussing his first haircut! Anthony is a delight, and his mom and dad are doing an amazing job. I really enjoy watching people become parents - I am trying to figure out a way to make it into a career. So far, Ben and I have come up with "maternal consultant" (we made this one up) and post-partum doula for possible titles.

In addition to our visit with Anthony, Brandon & Kelly, we had a chance to see Lorena and (the other) Kelly. Lorena and Harper decided to play, and the results were the next cover of Parenting Magazine:

At The Zoo...

2008-06-17T15:45:00.005-04:00

Harper and I are such social butterflies these days. We joined the No Drama Mommas, a local playgroup/momgroup, at the zoo today! In addition to our deciding to become official No Drama Mommas, we also became members of the zoo (we can't wait to return when it is cooler). Although it meant playing hookie from storytime, we really enjoyed the zoo and the other mamas! Harper even saw a real zebra, and we heard the lion roar (I've never heard a lion roar before... It sounds like a book title). Once I took Harper out of his stroller, he throughly enjoyed the zoo, taking a nap, and waking up just in time to have his picture taken by one of the other moms.

Yesterday, Harper rolled over for the first time! He has been quick to accomplish the social developmental milestones, but the physical ones, I thought, were a bit slower to happen. However, he seems to be firing on all cylinders, as he celebrated his 3 month birthday with a roll. Although Benjamin contended that it looked like an "accident," I quickly showed him the subsequent videos of Harper doing it two more times!

Although you hear me cheering him on in the background, I'm not the reason he accomplished this latest feat. I know from where Harper derived his inspiration for rolling over:

The world, through Harper's eyes is a delightful stroll through the fan and lighting department at your local home improvement store. H.D. (Harper Daly/Home Depot... I smell sponsorship!)

May 16, 2008 - Harper Is Three Months Old!

2008-06-16T08:35:00.003-04:00

Harper's 3 Months!!!

Congratulations!

2008-06-14T15:39:00.002-04:00

Congratulations to our wonderful friends, Brandon and Kelly, who welcomed their son into the world this morning! We love you and can't wait to meet our new "nephew." We can't wait for the many playdates that our two little guys will share!

The End of the "Fourth Trimester"

2008-06-13T16:10:00.005-04:00

Ben and I have learned that if you can't laugh, you might as well give up now... We made an exception for Harper in the beginning, but he has been quick to make up for lost time. After about two months, Harper began to throw us a few pity laughs here and there to let us know that he appreciates the effort, but last weekend we really found his funny bone.

Harper's Naples Grandma, Grandma Faith (who is biologically Harper's b.f.f.'s (Noah) grandma) brought the boys pinwheels a while back... Harper didn't get into it until this past weekend - now it is his new favorite thing!

In other news, there is a young lady the boys' age in the neighborhood finally (Harper and Ben were recently discussing the "sausage-fest" that is virtually every infant activity we do these days)... Another couple who drank the water (you MUST be careful) brought their little one home this week - Congratulations Wes & Cailin! I'm still not sure if it was the water in Naples or the wine at book club that did it for us (yes, I know where babies come from... I don't need a diagram posted in the comments section of this post - fortunately Kate our public health scholar - yay engaged Kate!- has only intermittent internet (electricity/water?) access in Africa... And no, I don't think it takes an MPH to explain where babies come from, but I did want to give her a shout out).

In other news, Harper and I attended a La Leche League meeting today. Unfortunately we had to leave early because his ability to "make a diaper" now defies the laws of physics. Just as long as he continues to obey the laws of thermodynamics, I suppose we can make the occasional exception for gravity and Newton's laws. The LLL was far less intimidating than I thought it might be, and I hope to get more involved with that group. It was also neat, because I got to meet a "No Drama Momma," a member of the playgroup/momgroup that Harper and I joined (our first activity is next week).

Well, it's off to enjoy the weekend and Benjamin's first Father's Day!

By Popular Demand

2008-06-07T10:25:00.005-04:00

A new post!

Alrighty, so last weekend, Amanda, Harper and I went to the nearby park in a development called "The Vineyards." Contrary to its namesake, there are no wine making facilities there. Kinda glad about that... southern Florida isn't the best place to grow grapes. We tasted some wine that was made at a winery in Kendall (South Miami) once and that truly was fermented swill, but I digress... At the park's playground, Harper went down his first slide, swung on his first swing (that wasn't intended to rock babies to sleep) and went on a walk there too. A fun time was had by all.

In other fun news, our neighbors got a Wii recently, so Amanda, Harper and I went over last night to do some bowling, playing some Tennis, Baseball, and, of course, Box each other. I'm not sure too many people will know what this means, but Amanda's first Wii Fitness Test Age was 45 and I was determined to be 37 years old. From what I'm told, that's not too shabby.

The Video Daly Double

2008-05-26T16:40:00.003-04:00

At one point or another in everyone's life, he or she seeks Truth. This burning question has driven me to the edge of dementia. Thus, so as to preserve my mental well-being, I ask You, the loyal blog-reader, to ponder my quandary. Won't you please answer the question I pose in this poignant and deeply introspective video?

Thanks,

Ben

As Promised...

2008-05-25T16:10:00.003-04:00

Thanks to a little help from his wonderful Granddad, we can now post a pic of Harper meeting Saint Bobby. I promise Amanda and I were there too, but.... lets just say Harper's much more photogenic than us.

May 16, 2008 - Harper Is Two Months Old!

2008-05-16T10:49:00.002-04:00

Look at how much our little man is growing!

Harper allegedly has a 40" head (but we think they meant 40 cm).

He weights 11.3 lbs and is 23" tall.

If we had a working scanner, I'd also post a picture of Harper's brush with football greatness. We, thanks to our wonderful neighbors, met Bobby Bowden and have a great picture of Sir Bowden holding Harper. It was a nice fundraising diner. Jimbo Fisher, the offensive coordinator and Bobby's name successor was there, along with FSU's athletic director, David Castillo, and Nick Maddox. Nick gave a nice speech, introducing Jimbo, who introduced Bobby. Nick mentioned Harper by name in his speech... something to the effect of "I look around this room and see 9 week old Harper and 78 year-old Coach Bobby..." Don't really remember the rest of the speech or what the point was. I suppose I should apologize to our neighbor, little baby Noah. But for Harper's presence as Noah's guest, Noah wouldn't been the youngest in attendance and probably would've gotten the public speaking nod. Oh well, I guess it sucks to be old :-)

Bobby gave a pretty funny off-the-cuff seeming speech about the up-coming season. Talking about 7 starters not being eligible for the first 3 games of the season and giving his annual Easter speech to the Baptist Student Union. This year, he was apparently asked to speak at the Methodist Student Union's Easter brunch, and, for a change he did. He was asked if, being a Baptist himself, if he felt a little tension speaking to a bunch of Methodists. He replied, well no. We're all trying to get to the same place. You all can keep doing it your way and I'll keep doing it His way. Pretty funny.

Bobby seemed to generally blame recruiting on FSU's slumping record, saying that FSU's sub-par talent level was evident by this year's NFL draft. First FSU player wasn't drafted until the 3rd round. Anyway, we had a good time.

Also, our new Rogue apparently came with 3 free months of XM satellite radio. We didn't even know it had an XM Radio in it. So we signed up and I'm very disappointed at how much I like it. It's going to be hard to give it up when our 3 months run out. It really has a lot of good stations playing a variety of good music, whatever your taste, you'll probably find something for you. (ahem, ahem... XM, just gave you free advertising on our blog.... wanna help us out?... Notice the 6,000+ hits.....)

New Rule

2008-05-10T08:48:00.004-04:00

We've decided that if you read the blog, you must comment... If you don't comment we'll block you... yea, cause we have that ability to block people.... yea.... all jesting aside, thanks everyone for all the blog visits and comments lately.

As long as I'm mandating random rules, I'd just like to say that I've really enjoyed watching CNN on primary nights... Especially on CNNHD, where they really made good use of the wide-screen format. But, CNN could really capitalize on the primary season. They need to have 50 primaries in 50 nights. (or 52 primaries in 52 nights.... I think Puerto Rico and Guam have their own primaries/caucuses) Then on the 51st night, we have the nominating convention. It'd be like March Madness! And at the end, there could even be a highlights music video set to One Shinning Moment.

Since I'd be remiss to post something without talking about Harper, he's doing great. His Grandma is over right now and he's loving the extra/different attention. He's wearing his Spodie Odie onesie, so everyone should visit Chris's blog, "Spodie Odie" and take a look at his great photography!

A Mad Tea Party

2008-05-07T19:21:00.002-04:00

We made a day trip to Miami on Sunday for Kelly's mad tea party/baby shower. Along with the incredible help of Benjamin (who is clearly vying for Husband Of The Year, again) and my neighbor Janet (not to be confused with my mother Janet... Who, will sweep the Neighbor of The Year awards), an adorable baby shower came together!

Our son was an angel (no real surprise, given that when we visit the girls, he is held constantly - his only real requirement in life, other than eating, sleeping, and diaper changes), which brings him one step closer to the pony we promised him if he didn't "act up" around aunt Kelly before little baby J makes his arrival.

Check out the Pictures from the tea party, where you can see the beautiful SigFigs who were in attendance, some of the party favors (made possible by Ben's amazing baking skills), and the cake that Janet and I made (I am still amazed by how awesome it turned out - thanks, Janet!)

It was, indeed, a frabjous day for a baby shower!

9 Minutes

2008-05-03T09:13:00.003-04:00

Our kid is a little machine... 4:03 a.m., up an at 'em... Time to eat... THEN (it gets better)... At 4:12 a.m., he's back to sleep! This is after going to sleep sometime between 9 and 11! At 7 weeks old! Man, there are a lot of numbers in this post! Our child is CLEARLY a prodigy.

Speaking of the men in my life, Benjamin finally managed to send the last of our moving boxes to the curb for recycling, after living here for 21 months (1 year, 9 months) - it sounds easy, but it's not, since each box had to be maneuvered into the recycling can, along with all of our other recycling.

Busy weekends ahead, but they should be fun... Everything seems a little more exciting with Harper in the world - I guess showing him the world (and vice-versa) makes everything new again. Happy weekend!

The Last Newborn Diaper

2008-04-29T18:22:00.005-04:00

Although not all babies have the opportunity to wear "Newborn"-sized diapers, our little guy managed to stay in them for 6 weeks. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that he has moved into size 1 diapers (thanks Amy and Lyla for the leftovers!). I will now join the ranks of those mothers who forget how little a brand new baby is, and marvel at the size of the tiny diapers that future moms-to-be look at longingly and disbelievingly until their little one arrives. While he is still swimming a bit in the size 1 diapers, Harper is sure to fill them out soon.
We are looking forward to this weekend and a trip to Miami (does anyone ever really look forward to a trip into the 305?) for aunt Kelly's baby shower - it's going to be SO cute, we can't wait. We are also looking forward to next weekend's mother's day adventures, where we will be visiting with our favorite moms (and I get to celebrate my first mother's day as a mom to a human child - I've been celebrating pet mother's day for years, but this is different).
Here are some Harper Highlights (of course the entire collection will be added to the links on the left):

Look at that smile!

So handsome!

...And pensive

...But cute!

And strong!

The Best of Intentions...

2008-04-24T11:43:00.004-04:00

Before Harper was born, I designed his birth announcement and had it all ready to go (with the exception of his photo and birth details). Despite the aforementioned best of intentions, most of you have not yet received the announcement. Due to technical difficulties, I finally decided to photocopy the announcement (it looks terrible). I may or may not have given up on this project, but now you have unfettered access to the digital version. If you have some uncontrollable urge to frame this or something (because it looks great with your new credenza), please let me know and I will see to it that you receive a clean copy.

In an effort to atone for my poor performance on the announcement, here is some video of our little guy:

The Peanut Shell (Thank You, Rose & Jonathan)

2008-04-23T13:35:00.006-04:00

As Harper and I work to develop a routine (a routine, not a schedule - it doesn't take long, if it takes any time at all, after your child is born that you learn that he/she is the captain of the ship!), we are able to incorporate more activity (read "nursing") into the day. Because I have a list of things that need to be accomplished (many of which involve GOING places - not a priority for either of us), I thought, "Hey let's try the Peanut Shell, again." Harper and I have been struggling to get this to work, which I find terribly ironic (I LOVE irony, after all), since we have so many pieces of baby technology that we use so adeptly, and THIS, a very clever, but simple piece of fabric that is the sort of thing women have carried children in for millennia (literally) has perplexed me from the beginning. The benefits of "child wearing" are extolled in nearly every publication, and certainly to convenience cannot be ignored, so Harper and I try the Peanut Shell every couple of days. Expecting to meet similar results, I thought, I'd give it a try before giving up, settling the little man down again, and heading out on our errands; however, today, the gods smiled on us, and granted mommy-Manda some extra ingenuity and patience for inanimate objects, and voila! I'm wearin' a baby!
So Thank You Aunt Rose and Uncle jonathan, for the Peanut Shell - it's marvelous! Bon Voyage to you both, as well!

Because wearing your baby is supposed to make them generally amazing - I'm pretty sure Albert Einstein's mother wore him! Sigmund Freud WISHED his mom wore him, I'm sure :) - we are expecting great things from our little guy. Of course, he's already come through on all of those expectations and so much more. For instance, he went 6 hours between feedings Monday night:

You know what they say about the apple and the tree. Aren't they awesome!

The little man is now sleeping soundly in his Peanut Shell, and i am very reluctant to take him out and go run errands, since:
a) i don't want to disturb him
b) I am not sure that I can get him back in
c) There are plenty of things to do at home
d) I would have to put on something that doesn't have spit-up on it (where would I find such a thing?)
Wow... This list could really go on for some time. I will leave you with that for now.

April 16, 2008 - Harper Is One Month Old!

2008-04-20T19:06:00.003-04:00

My how time flies! Our little guy celebrated his one month birthday last week (and his five week birthday TODAY!). It's been a busy week, but we took many pictures (all of which are available on the link at the left entitled "Most Recent Baby Pictures," and, here are some highlights (please note that both the monkey in the middle (Harper) and the monkey on the left (a lovely gift from uncle Chris and soon-to-be aunt Meghan) will be featured in each monthly photo shoot to help chart his growth. Emory Bear, too, has signed on for the duration, despite several attacks by Harper during the photo shoot).

We were going to post some video of Harper in his Gym, (thanks Aunt Lorena!), but once again, Blogger is being lame abot video uploads...

Harper visited the pediatrician this past week for his one month check-up. He weighs 9 pounds 5 ounces and 22 inches long (he was 7 pounds 6 ounces and 20.5 inches at birth, in case you forgot).

In other medical news, Benjamin celebrated his own milestone of being cancer free for one year and nine months (he's such a big boy, he goes to the doctor ALL BY HIMSELF now!) Sorry, no pictures of his progress.

Clearly, we have many things for which to be grateful (and we are).

Grandmothers, April Showers, Wheelin' & Dealin', and The Rogue

2008-04-14T16:26:00.002-04:00

Harper is four weeks old, in case you haven't been paying attention. In fact, his fourth week "birthday" came without my shedding a single tear, as his seemingly ephemeral youth slips away like sand through my fingers. I don't know that I've accepted the fact that he will grow, but I am trying to avoid dwelling on it.
Harper and I have had help, in various incarnations, for all but two days in the past four weeks and a day. The house is so quiet now that everyone is back to their lives. Another learning process begins now, as we will embark on our life together as a little family (with visitors ALWAYS welcome).
This weekend Harper embarked on his first road trip. We travelled to Ft. Lauderdale for Mercedes' shower. Along the way, we met Vernon for lunch and traded him Bonnie for our car (I think he got the better deal), then carried on to CarMax to say goodbye to the sporty little car that represents our pre-Harper days. We were thrilled with the deal we got for it, and went on our merry way to the shower, where we were thrilled to see so many of our friends, their babies, and to introduce Harper to everyone. The girls all looked lovely, as always, and it was nice to be able to share in a (half) glass of wine with my pal Lorena (it has been a long time).
With the able assistance of my mom, we returned to Naples so that on Sunday we could close the deal on our new, much more Harper-appropriate vehicle. A mommy-mobile with a little hipness to it, our Nissan Rogue allows me to get the carseat in and out without suffering (or inflicting upon my son) whiplash, and there is even room in the back for the stroller AND groceries. Ben worked out a good deal on a lease, which is nice, because I LOATHE car dealers and the antics that go on in "making the deal." Long story short, my child was a perfect angel for the entirety of the weekend, making the whole weekend possible, and allowing us to accomplish a TON of things in a short amount of time. Yay Harper - you are my favorite little man!

When You're Smiling...

2008-04-09T20:31:00.003-04:00

Harper smiled at his mom! I'm serious! I have yet to be able to verify this photographic evidence, but the little man, I kid you not, smiled at me! When the evidence is available, I assure you, it will be posted.
This week, Harper and I have had several adventures with Granny Bonnie, who has chauffeured us around Naples, taking us to Costco and Target! Harper has been SUCH a good boy, sleeping through the entire trip to Costco, and checking out all of the cool colors at Target, only asking to be held from time-to-time. The little guy ate like a beast yesterday evening (something his grandmother predicted, based on the day's feeding/sleeping pattern), leading us to believe that he is experiencing a growth spurt (something I have explained is NOT allowed... But you know how kids are...).
Harper has also demonstrated a strong affinity for sleep gowns. After donning the super-cute sleep gown that Aunt Patti gave him, he had a remarkably calm night, waking up only to eat, then going back to sleep without complaint! Thanks Aunt Patti! We have since done our internet shopping, and several more of these glorious outfits are on their way!

Check out my Slide Show!

2008-04-07T13:50:00.001-04:00

Check out my Slide Show!

2008-04-03T12:14:00.003-04:00

Be True To Your School

2008-04-02T10:42:00.001-04:00

Ha! Harper likes the Beach Boys - he was just in a trance as the aforementioned song played. Not so much on the Steve Miller Band... Now I have another project! Until later...

Harper's First Rain Shower

2008-04-01T14:22:00.002-04:00

A passing shower just came through, and Harper slept through it. But this, just like his first (and second) elevator ride seems something I would like to remember. I'm sure every new mom does this, but I am trying so hard to remember and savor every moment, it is almost a frantic attempt at gathering memories. Oooh, his first thunder! Again, he slept through it. Because I can't even remember what happened during the 2 a.m. feeding (did we have a 2 a.m. feeding last night?), I know that much of this will become a jumble soon, if it hasn't already. In the meantime, I am certain to continue my endeavor to remember every facial expression, smell, and sound, as well as each thing that is new to him, in hopes that some of it will stick, and I will have those memories forever.

2008-03-29T17:25:00.003-04:00

Does it get any better than that?

The umbilical cord has been located. It is not going to be FedExed to Jonathan and Rose, who are moving to Chicago! Congratulations, Rose, on getting in to The University of Chicago's fancy pants business school - remember the little guys when you are saving the world AND making a zillion dollars doing it!

However, the cord remnant was situated next to the chair where the little guy does most of his eating - I'm not totally sure how it got there (or how I found it), but it is (yes, I'm crazy) safely stored for archiving in his baby book. What Presidential library would be complete without his umbilical cord? Also, this will be useful in any cloning research we do at home - who wouldn't want an exact replica of the perfect child? I smell Ebay success looming in our future! (Ben smells a sequel).

Granny and Grandad made the trip to see Harper today - we are always glad to see them - Vernon, once again, made a great meal... The cookies are already gone - yum!

Chef Harper Helps Prepare Dinner.

The Snuggle Bug Spends Some Quality Time With His Granny.

Going Outtie Resulted In An Innie!

2008-03-28T13:50:00.002-04:00

We ambitiously embarked on our first non-mandatory outing this morning following the little man's 9 a.m feeding. Dad, mom, and Harper all "suited up" to visit the Target for some much-needed supplies (read diapers, etc. - yes, he already went through a huge box of diapers... We are considering a diaper counter for the blog...) The little man slept soundly through the majority of the excursion, only waking as we neared home, remaining a cool cucumber the whole time! While we are not surprised, we are, nonetheless impressed with his easy-going demeanor. Upon arriving home, we changed his diaper, and discovered that his umbilical cord had fallen off! Because I am crazy, I frantically searched his diaper and his sleep sack, believing, I suppose, this to be the last vestige of my child's youth which has clearly slipped by in the preceding 13 days... as I said, I'm crazy... So, no dice on the cord, but what this episode did reveal is our son's adorable belly button - a cute little innie (one day he will be mortified by this blog, I realize)!

Sort of like cutting the tags off that sweater you bought two weeks ago at The Gap, he is ours to keep now, even though the nurses did explain, that unlike The Gap, the hospital maintains a very strict "no return/no refund/no exchange policy," even with the tags attached and a receipt. Sorry little guy, you are stuck with us... Something about which we couldn't be more thrilled!

Pictures... By Popular Demand...

2008-03-26T16:52:00.003-04:00

Suited up for our inaugural stroll! Harper LOVES his stroller! Thanks Granny and Grandad! Yes, we realize we live in Southwest Florida and YES, we are terribly neurotic and overprotective, BUT it does get chilly in March, occasionally... Really.

Daddy's first feeding (officially). Although many a nurse thought that Benjamin was nursing Harper in the hospital (as they laid together in bed), this was the first time the proud papa had an opportunity to feed his boy. Because yesterday was a groggy day for the little man (following his "procedure" that made him a "man," if you know what we mean - we don't want to violate Harper's HIPPA rights, here), we made a singular exception to the "no bottle" rule, and he gulped it down with the able assistance of his dad.

Aaaargh! I'm a pirate! Check out the hook, even! Such a proud mother - it comes so naturally, it seems!

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew

Aunt Lorena's visit - He did calm down once Lorena turned on her "baby whisperer" abilities - they really are incredible.