Amelia is talking. A lot. Amelia repeats almost everything we say, including, once, "Damn it, Suki!" as Suki escaped outside through a closing door. Amelia somehow got a southern accent, or at least a southern way of sayin' lots of words. She drops her g's. She called her (L)u(l)i and Guwu's cat Maude "Mawwwd." Could she have picked up this drawl from her mother? You be the judge.
Amelia also drops l's. Hence the (L)u(l)i and the "Amia." Or often she just calls herself "Mia." Mia was listed as a nickname for Amelia in the baby name book I used, and now I see why.
For yes, Amelia says "okay." For no, she says "no okay." All in one phrase. (Are you ready to take a rest? No okay. I am learning to tell, not ask, certain things.)
Amelia is asking a lot of questions, or rather, the same few questions over and over. What's Amia doin'? What's Daddy doin'? What's Momma doin'? What's Suki doin'? (I remember my mom telling me how many times I used to say "Ronna... What doin', huh?")
Amelia assigns dialogue. She likes me to talk for her dolls and stuffed animals. Usually they want to eat something or do whatever Amelia is doing. Then she will tell them, gravely, "Mia's turn." She also likes for me to ask to do what she is doing and then say no. This might worry me but I read in The Happiest Toddler on the Block (which I highly recommend, along with The Girlfriend's Guide to Toddlers) that it's actually good to let toddlers be the boss and deny you of things sometimes for play, because they have so little power in other things.
Amelia takes her time. I am tested many times a day on my resolve, so long ago, to be patient when Amelia became a toddler. Walking 50 feet can take half an hour. Going up or down the stairs can take half the morning. I try to remind myself that what feels like a sidetrack to me is a learning experience and a experiment in independence for Amelia, and save the times I ask her to hurry for when it really matters.
Amelia wants to do it "self." In other words, "Mia do it." Putting on her shoes, buckling into her carseat, putting on her pants: these are all thing Amelia really wants to do by herself and can't quite, yet. But she tries, sometimes calmly and sometimes with great frustrations. If only patience came in a bottle. For both of us. These have been moments when I have had to literally chant aloud to myself "Patience, patience!" (It helps.)
Amelia likes to collect. One of the things she is repeating is "A-nuh-nuh ____?" For example, she has these little plastic animal toys she calls hippos that have holes on one side and a point on the other end so they can snap into each other. They are all pulled apart and scattered everywhere because she likes to put them on her fingers. If we happen to see one she says, "A-nuh-nuh hippo?" (That's "another.") Basically, anything she finds or likes, she asks for another. A-nuh-nuh haircip? A-nuh-nuh bracet? A-nuh-nuh bear? And etc. Etc. All day long.
Amelia has been sleeping beautifully. 10-12 hours a night, 2 or so hours for naps. Did this coincide with weaning? Yes. Well, the night sleep did anyway. Could be a coincidence, but just for the record. The naps got easier when I started being consistent about a nap routine: home from morning outing around 11, lunch, playtime, stories, in the crib between 12 and 12:30 for 3 songs, the end. She usually cries for a few minutes before she falls asleep, but sometimes she just talks to her animals. Again for the record, her current bedtime is between 7 and 8, depending on how tired she is.
And finally, Amelia is wonderful. She is fun, funny, and fascinating. She changes so quickly and is becoming her own little self with alarming speed. Although I am sometimes tired and impatient, I am truly and deeply thankful that I get to spend so much time with her.
Showing posts with label Names. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Names. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Permutations
These are some of Amelia's nicknames:
Little A
Baby A
Amelia the Baby
The Honey
Honey Bunny
Amelia Brown *(**)
Amelia B
Amelia Bee
Honey Bee
Honey McBunny
Honey McB
Honey McBee
*after both of her grandmothers' maiden names
(**no, we are pretty sure that Dean and I are not cousins)
Little A
Baby A
Amelia the Baby
The Honey
Honey Bunny
Amelia Brown *(**)
Amelia B
Amelia Bee
Honey Bee
Honey McBunny
Honey McB
Honey McBee
*after both of her grandmothers' maiden names
(**no, we are pretty sure that Dean and I are not cousins)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Amelia O'Connor Sanderford
I think we have become pretty settled on the Wiggle Baby's new name.
This is from the text of an email I sent to Dean one of the first days I began to really consider the name Amelia:
2. Amelia was number 68 last year, which is more popular than it has been in the past 100 years. So it's not totally uncommon, but not number one or anything. (FYI, Hannah was 17 last year, Ella was 19).
3. My mom likes Amelia. Your mom could call her Mia since Mia is a nickname. :)
4. It seems Amelia means industrious, hardworking, or admiring. That's not that exciting. See http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Amelia.
5. Ameliorate--to make better.
6. Sadly, amelia is also the name of congenital disease in which one is missing a body part.
7. Would other children call her Amelia Bedelia, like the children's book? Would this upset her?
So those were some original thoughts. You might have noticed that the list is missing number one. Number one is where I pondered the life of Amelia Earhart. She wore "bloomers" as a child and was adventurous. She was the first female pilot to fly by herself across the Atlantic. She made a lot of other flight records too. Sadly, she died (or at least disappeared--there were rumors and controversy surrounding her disappearance) toward the end of her attempt to fly around the world. (You can read all of this in more detail in Wikipedia.)
Despite what you'll read below, I wouldn't say we are naming the baby "after" Amelia Earhart. I've never known much about her life or been attached to her as a role model, although I think she is a good one. But something interesting happened while I was reading about her life in regard to the name Amelia.
I never knew how Amelia Earhart died, and I was a little shocked to learn that she died in an airplane crash. As some of you readers know, I am not a fan of airplanes (or, really, any form of travel except the train). I am scared of flying. I do it, but I don't like it. During takeoff, I grip the armrests and sort of hyperventilate and make everyone around me uncomfortable. So I thought, how can I give my baby the same name as someone who died in an airplane crash?
But almost simultaneously, I thought, what a gift, to give the baby the name of someone who had such a passion for adventure. And someone who safely and successfully did what she loved many, many times. Because if I could change one thing about myself, it would be to be less afraid of change, travel, uncertainty. For a trip or vacation not to be, to quote the poet James McMichael, "the story of my living through it." Furthermore, if there is any kind of strange, crazy trip, it has to be choosing to have and then actually having a child. Amelia began to become a name of strength, possibility, bravery, and joy.
I don't normally put poems on the blog, especially poems that are works-in-progress and that are still sort of overwrought in syntax and tone. But I've been writing this little poem about the name; I think it says in verse what I am trying to say in prose:
Amelia
Whatever I do
you’ll die. I’ll
name you then
not after a poet
or flower fated
to rise from
a single rooted spot
but after an adventurer;
say it aloud, air
heart! Fly, daughter,
brave; long after
I fall asleep at last
let me hear your
laughter fluttering
Fine print: Despite all this, the baby's name is subject to change without notice, up to and possibly several days after her birth.
This is from the text of an email I sent to Dean one of the first days I began to really consider the name Amelia:
2. Amelia was number 68 last year, which is more popular than it has been in the past 100 years. So it's not totally uncommon, but not number one or anything. (FYI, Hannah was 17 last year, Ella was 19).
3. My mom likes Amelia. Your mom could call her Mia since Mia is a nickname. :)
4. It seems Amelia means industrious, hardworking, or admiring. That's not that exciting. See http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Amelia.
5. Ameliorate--to make better.
6. Sadly, amelia is also the name of congenital disease in which one is missing a body part.
7. Would other children call her Amelia Bedelia, like the children's book? Would this upset her?
So those were some original thoughts. You might have noticed that the list is missing number one. Number one is where I pondered the life of Amelia Earhart. She wore "bloomers" as a child and was adventurous. She was the first female pilot to fly by herself across the Atlantic. She made a lot of other flight records too. Sadly, she died (or at least disappeared--there were rumors and controversy surrounding her disappearance) toward the end of her attempt to fly around the world. (You can read all of this in more detail in Wikipedia.)
Despite what you'll read below, I wouldn't say we are naming the baby "after" Amelia Earhart. I've never known much about her life or been attached to her as a role model, although I think she is a good one. But something interesting happened while I was reading about her life in regard to the name Amelia.
I never knew how Amelia Earhart died, and I was a little shocked to learn that she died in an airplane crash. As some of you readers know, I am not a fan of airplanes (or, really, any form of travel except the train). I am scared of flying. I do it, but I don't like it. During takeoff, I grip the armrests and sort of hyperventilate and make everyone around me uncomfortable. So I thought, how can I give my baby the same name as someone who died in an airplane crash?
But almost simultaneously, I thought, what a gift, to give the baby the name of someone who had such a passion for adventure. And someone who safely and successfully did what she loved many, many times. Because if I could change one thing about myself, it would be to be less afraid of change, travel, uncertainty. For a trip or vacation not to be, to quote the poet James McMichael, "the story of my living through it." Furthermore, if there is any kind of strange, crazy trip, it has to be choosing to have and then actually having a child. Amelia began to become a name of strength, possibility, bravery, and joy.
I don't normally put poems on the blog, especially poems that are works-in-progress and that are still sort of overwrought in syntax and tone. But I've been writing this little poem about the name; I think it says in verse what I am trying to say in prose:
Amelia
Whatever I do
you’ll die. I’ll
name you then
not after a poet
or flower fated
to rise from
a single rooted spot
but after an adventurer;
say it aloud, air
heart! Fly, daughter,
brave; long after
I fall asleep at last
let me hear your
laughter fluttering
Fine print: Despite all this, the baby's name is subject to change without notice, up to and possibly several days after her birth.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Wiggle Baby? Suki 2?
I found on the floor under the desk today an index card where we made our first list of baby names:
The column on the left was chosen by Dean; the column on the right, I think, was written by me but chosen by both of us as we talked through more ideas. The crossouts were either the names I vetoed from Dean's list or that we decided together to mark off. Some of my names were vetoed by Dean before they were written down, so it's not a complete record of our thought process.
Interestingly, the name we have ALMOST chosen is not on this list.
The column on the left was chosen by Dean; the column on the right, I think, was written by me but chosen by both of us as we talked through more ideas. The crossouts were either the names I vetoed from Dean's list or that we decided together to mark off. Some of my names were vetoed by Dean before they were written down, so it's not a complete record of our thought process.
Interestingly, the name we have ALMOST chosen is not on this list.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Week 30
Thirty weeks is a long time. Dean noted that this morning while he was eating his cereal. I agree. It's 3/4 of 40. (For you non-pregnant people, pregnancy is counted in weeks. It's 40 weeks, although it can go longer or shorter. If you ask a pregnant woman how far along she is, she will likely answer in weeks, not months. Thirty weeks is about seven and a half months.)
On top of that, it's almost the end of July, and my deadline to be ready for the baby, or as ready as we can be, is the end of August. My classes begin August 31, and I want all baby items to be ready to go before school begins. This includes setting up the car seat, putting the co-sleeper beside the bed, washing the bottles, and number of other tasks I have recorded under the title "Baby To Do List." We have a lot coming up baby-wise in August, including two more baby showers (one in NC and one here), a yoga workshop for labor and delivery (taught by my prenatal yoga teacher), the hospital tour, a "breastfeeding basics" class, and another ultrasound. School-wise, I have to choose essays to be included in the next Interpolations and meet with my substitute-to-be Agnes to plan our syllabus and choose textbooks. I am going to align my syllabus with hers so that it is easy for her to step in and take my classes whenever the baby comes. We got all of the substitute plans worked out with the department, finally, so it is all set that I will take six weeks off beginning when the baby comes. When I go back after six weeks Dean will stay home with the baby on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. All in all it's worked out pretty well. Dean has seven weeks of sick time he can use as "paternity leave" so he is going to take 3 or 4 of them at the beginning and use the rest to work partial weeks. That will get us through the semester, and then I will have January off--UM has a winter term and I don't teach then. It only recently occured to us that following fall and winter will be spring, so we don't have any real set plans for the spring (or summer or the rest of our lives with a daughter) but we are smart people so I am sure we will come up with something.
I am feeling pretty good, although I am sleepy a lot and some of the nausea seems to be returning. This time around, it is more classic "morning sickness," as in it really does occur only in the mornings. Whatever. I wish it would go away entirely, but that seems unlikely at this point. Of all the pregnancy problems that can happen, this one is far from the worst.
I have been trying to stay active: I walk up escalators, walk a lot in general throughout the city, and I try to both go to yoga classes and swim once a week. It would be very easy to descend into total inactivity, but I think I feel better when I am active, and besides that, I am in training for labor. If I am lucky and things go well enough with my labor to proceed naturally, I don't want to get too exhausted to keep going.
I am definitely looking more forward to the time when the baby is here. Before I was pregnant, I romanticized pregnancy. It was to me a time of wonder, rosy glows and cute maternity dresses. I was puzzled if a mom I knew happened to mention that she didn't like pregnancy. Now that I know more of the real deal I know what's not to like. Still, I am trying to enjoy this time while it lasts. Pregnancy is the ultimate example of non-permanence--the baby (and your body) changes every day. I try to remind myself to live in the moment.
After all, I may only have this experience once.
For the record, though, feeling the baby move is the coolest thing ever. It is definitely the one thing I will miss about being pregnant. The wiggle baby's whole repoirtoire has changed since I labeled her moves a few months ago. In fact, many of her movements are kind of alarming. There are a lot of strong kicks, rapid jabs, and repeated thrusts that make me wonder what's going on in there. As long as I assume everything's okay, it's very cool, and possibly the only thing that will make me nostalgic about pregnancy.
Still, I am getting more and more excited to meet and hold this little wiggly person. Maybe because it's the only choice, I am becoming less terrified about having a baby. Dean's excitement helps a lot. I still feel like I am going up a tall, tall roller coaster--there's only one way out--but instead of squeezing my eyes shut and clutching the safety bar, I am looking around at the amazing view. Hopefully by the time labor comes I will be ready to put my hands in the air and enjoy the ride.
Anyway, pregnancy/life change metaphors aside, I think we may have picked a name for the baby. I actually got a lot of suggestions--thanks everyone!--and Dean and I added almost all of the suggested names to our master list. The name we are thinking of has surprised me, since it was not on my original list of names at all. But the more I think about it the more I like it. And yes, I am going to be coy and not say what it is right now. Dean and I have "picked a name" before and I have changed my mind about it, so I am having a practice session with this name in my mind for at least a week or two before I say what it is.
So, the mystery baby remains mysterious for now. The mama is off to the pool.
On top of that, it's almost the end of July, and my deadline to be ready for the baby, or as ready as we can be, is the end of August. My classes begin August 31, and I want all baby items to be ready to go before school begins. This includes setting up the car seat, putting the co-sleeper beside the bed, washing the bottles, and number of other tasks I have recorded under the title "Baby To Do List." We have a lot coming up baby-wise in August, including two more baby showers (one in NC and one here), a yoga workshop for labor and delivery (taught by my prenatal yoga teacher), the hospital tour, a "breastfeeding basics" class, and another ultrasound. School-wise, I have to choose essays to be included in the next Interpolations and meet with my substitute-to-be Agnes to plan our syllabus and choose textbooks. I am going to align my syllabus with hers so that it is easy for her to step in and take my classes whenever the baby comes. We got all of the substitute plans worked out with the department, finally, so it is all set that I will take six weeks off beginning when the baby comes. When I go back after six weeks Dean will stay home with the baby on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. All in all it's worked out pretty well. Dean has seven weeks of sick time he can use as "paternity leave" so he is going to take 3 or 4 of them at the beginning and use the rest to work partial weeks. That will get us through the semester, and then I will have January off--UM has a winter term and I don't teach then. It only recently occured to us that following fall and winter will be spring, so we don't have any real set plans for the spring (or summer or the rest of our lives with a daughter) but we are smart people so I am sure we will come up with something.
I am feeling pretty good, although I am sleepy a lot and some of the nausea seems to be returning. This time around, it is more classic "morning sickness," as in it really does occur only in the mornings. Whatever. I wish it would go away entirely, but that seems unlikely at this point. Of all the pregnancy problems that can happen, this one is far from the worst.
I have been trying to stay active: I walk up escalators, walk a lot in general throughout the city, and I try to both go to yoga classes and swim once a week. It would be very easy to descend into total inactivity, but I think I feel better when I am active, and besides that, I am in training for labor. If I am lucky and things go well enough with my labor to proceed naturally, I don't want to get too exhausted to keep going.
I am definitely looking more forward to the time when the baby is here. Before I was pregnant, I romanticized pregnancy. It was to me a time of wonder, rosy glows and cute maternity dresses. I was puzzled if a mom I knew happened to mention that she didn't like pregnancy. Now that I know more of the real deal I know what's not to like. Still, I am trying to enjoy this time while it lasts. Pregnancy is the ultimate example of non-permanence--the baby (and your body) changes every day. I try to remind myself to live in the moment.
After all, I may only have this experience once.
For the record, though, feeling the baby move is the coolest thing ever. It is definitely the one thing I will miss about being pregnant. The wiggle baby's whole repoirtoire has changed since I labeled her moves a few months ago. In fact, many of her movements are kind of alarming. There are a lot of strong kicks, rapid jabs, and repeated thrusts that make me wonder what's going on in there. As long as I assume everything's okay, it's very cool, and possibly the only thing that will make me nostalgic about pregnancy.
Still, I am getting more and more excited to meet and hold this little wiggly person. Maybe because it's the only choice, I am becoming less terrified about having a baby. Dean's excitement helps a lot. I still feel like I am going up a tall, tall roller coaster--there's only one way out--but instead of squeezing my eyes shut and clutching the safety bar, I am looking around at the amazing view. Hopefully by the time labor comes I will be ready to put my hands in the air and enjoy the ride.
Anyway, pregnancy/life change metaphors aside, I think we may have picked a name for the baby. I actually got a lot of suggestions--thanks everyone!--and Dean and I added almost all of the suggested names to our master list. The name we are thinking of has surprised me, since it was not on my original list of names at all. But the more I think about it the more I like it. And yes, I am going to be coy and not say what it is right now. Dean and I have "picked a name" before and I have changed my mind about it, so I am having a practice session with this name in my mind for at least a week or two before I say what it is.
So, the mystery baby remains mysterious for now. The mama is off to the pool.
Friday, July 17, 2009
28th Week Update
Twelve or less weeks to go. Or a couple more, I suppose. I think less.
The most exciting event of the week was meeting baby Lucy! This is Lucia Armijo, the new daughter of Enrique/Henry and Caroline, our friends from Dean and Enrique's law school days. I got to hold Lucy and play with her during her tummy time and she even feel asleep in my arms. Sadly, I forgot the camera (as usual), but you can see and read about Lucy on Caroline's blog. She is tiny and adorable. It was great to talk with Caroline and finally meet Lucy.
In other news, Dean and I attended session one of "Make Way for Baby" last week. We go back tomorrow. Let's just say that the first session was not all I had hoped for. Mainly, the teacher was terrible. I am probably pretty judgmental of other people's teaching, but really, she was awful. She has a very confusing way of explaining things that involves starting whatever she is saying with the conclusion, then backtracking to an example, which she repeats four or five times (seriously, almost word for word), and then she works her way back to preliminary points, and ends by restating the conclusion. It's extremely irritating. Also, she said things I think are just wrong, such as "The baby sucks the calcium from your bones." And worst of all, she seemed embarrassed when she taught us about some of the laboring positions. Some of the class members were sort of giggly and shuffly about getting down on their hands and knees and such, and it was like she let the students' discomfort make her uncomfortable. Come on people, we're talking about giving birth. It's not the time to be modest. ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE THE TEACHER.
But, much to Dean's dismay, we're going back anyway, because we have paid. And despite it all, attending the class did make me feel better. It was nice to hear, in a hospital setting, about some of the things I want to do that I had anticipated the hospital being difficult about. I have reached a nice Zennish (can one be Zennish? or do you have to be just Zen or not?) state about labor. I have a plan and I am not interested in hearing any more stories or opinions about the whole thing, particularly anyone's estimations or descriptions of how much it hurts. (NOTE: That statement does not apply to all the moms I know, who have been great in talking and offering advice, or to anyone I specifically ask. I'm just tired of random people, such as, oh, the saleswoman at Gap, telling me their thoughts about giving birth. Another annoying thing random people do is say "Oh, you'll never sleep again.") I will write about my plan later.
The wiggle baby needs a new name. Well, obviously--but what I mean is that she has not been as wiggly. In fact we had an unscheduled ultrasound about it this week because I called my doctor about a few other questions and mentioned that the baby's pattern of movement had changed. (Everything I've read says to tell your doctor if the pattern of movement changes.) She was still kicking and moving, but she was not as wiggly. I figured the doctor would tell me it was fine and not to worry--but instead he said he would call for me to get an ultrasound if I wanted. After that, what are you going to do but get an ultrasound? So we got to peek into the baby's world another time. She is fine. Today she started wiggling again a bit. Who knows. Anyway I know that her repertoire has expanded some. And I won't post the graphic picture that proves it, but we are very sure now that she is a girl.
What else? Dean and Luli (his mom) are going backpacking this weekend. I've been missing the mountains, but despite Dean's offer to carry all my stuff, I declined his invitation to join them. I've been doing okay walking up the Metro escalators, but I am not sure how I would do with mountains. Not to mention two nights of sleeping on the ground and not having an assortment of food, such as cold milk, banana bread, and watermelon Popsicles, to eat upon waking in the morning.
Here's Dean getting ready. Suki is helping. She loves maps.
And our garden is doing well. We have beans, tomatoes, zucchini, and cucumbers. In fact, I am signing off to figure out what to do with it all. I have been thinking of it all day as a "farm supper."
Here are the beans. Some are purple, but they turn green when you cook them.
If you have baby name ideas, I am officially open to suggestions.
The most exciting event of the week was meeting baby Lucy! This is Lucia Armijo, the new daughter of Enrique/Henry and Caroline, our friends from Dean and Enrique's law school days. I got to hold Lucy and play with her during her tummy time and she even feel asleep in my arms. Sadly, I forgot the camera (as usual), but you can see and read about Lucy on Caroline's blog. She is tiny and adorable. It was great to talk with Caroline and finally meet Lucy.
In other news, Dean and I attended session one of "Make Way for Baby" last week. We go back tomorrow. Let's just say that the first session was not all I had hoped for. Mainly, the teacher was terrible. I am probably pretty judgmental of other people's teaching, but really, she was awful. She has a very confusing way of explaining things that involves starting whatever she is saying with the conclusion, then backtracking to an example, which she repeats four or five times (seriously, almost word for word), and then she works her way back to preliminary points, and ends by restating the conclusion. It's extremely irritating. Also, she said things I think are just wrong, such as "The baby sucks the calcium from your bones." And worst of all, she seemed embarrassed when she taught us about some of the laboring positions. Some of the class members were sort of giggly and shuffly about getting down on their hands and knees and such, and it was like she let the students' discomfort make her uncomfortable. Come on people, we're talking about giving birth. It's not the time to be modest. ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE THE TEACHER.
But, much to Dean's dismay, we're going back anyway, because we have paid. And despite it all, attending the class did make me feel better. It was nice to hear, in a hospital setting, about some of the things I want to do that I had anticipated the hospital being difficult about. I have reached a nice Zennish (can one be Zennish? or do you have to be just Zen or not?) state about labor. I have a plan and I am not interested in hearing any more stories or opinions about the whole thing, particularly anyone's estimations or descriptions of how much it hurts. (NOTE: That statement does not apply to all the moms I know, who have been great in talking and offering advice, or to anyone I specifically ask. I'm just tired of random people, such as, oh, the saleswoman at Gap, telling me their thoughts about giving birth. Another annoying thing random people do is say "Oh, you'll never sleep again.") I will write about my plan later.
The wiggle baby needs a new name. Well, obviously--but what I mean is that she has not been as wiggly. In fact we had an unscheduled ultrasound about it this week because I called my doctor about a few other questions and mentioned that the baby's pattern of movement had changed. (Everything I've read says to tell your doctor if the pattern of movement changes.) She was still kicking and moving, but she was not as wiggly. I figured the doctor would tell me it was fine and not to worry--but instead he said he would call for me to get an ultrasound if I wanted. After that, what are you going to do but get an ultrasound? So we got to peek into the baby's world another time. She is fine. Today she started wiggling again a bit. Who knows. Anyway I know that her repertoire has expanded some. And I won't post the graphic picture that proves it, but we are very sure now that she is a girl.
What else? Dean and Luli (his mom) are going backpacking this weekend. I've been missing the mountains, but despite Dean's offer to carry all my stuff, I declined his invitation to join them. I've been doing okay walking up the Metro escalators, but I am not sure how I would do with mountains. Not to mention two nights of sleeping on the ground and not having an assortment of food, such as cold milk, banana bread, and watermelon Popsicles, to eat upon waking in the morning.
Here's Dean getting ready. Suki is helping. She loves maps.
And our garden is doing well. We have beans, tomatoes, zucchini, and cucumbers. In fact, I am signing off to figure out what to do with it all. I have been thinking of it all day as a "farm supper."
Here are the beans. Some are purple, but they turn green when you cook them.
If you have baby name ideas, I am officially open to suggestions.
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