Monday, April 30, 2007

Eight Months

We have maybe a week before Dylan is unstoppable with the crawling. Over the past couple days she's figured out how to move forward, but it still takes intense concentration and some kind of shiny incentive at the other end. When she gets up on all fours she looks around like, where am I?

I'm still writing away at my school stuff, but I'm hoping this weekend I'll get a chance to write more here.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Half Baby Half Dog Half Shark

She crawled forward a few inches right before this.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

No Pants

Shortly thereafter Dylan threw up all over her shirt.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

writing, always writing

Most of the work I have to do right now involves writing. Sadly, this has squelched my inner blog monologue that converts all life events to blog posts in real time. The work-writing will continue until at least week from tomorrow, so it will be interesting to see if I can think of anything interesting to write here until then. I'm making myself bored even thinking about writing any more. I imagine it's even more fun for you to read about me, sitting here bored. You're still reading, I see. I recommend you stop before you injure yourself falling asleep at the keyboard. I'm going to bed, but you're welcome to stay here. 'Night.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I still seem to have truckloads of work

Have you seen this show? How excellent. How come no one has asked me trivia questions in exchange for money upon getting into a cab? Particularly during the ride to the conference last weekend? (yeah, yeah, wrong city, whatever)

The baby, she is (mostly) sleeping lately. It is almost as awesome as a game show that takes place in a cab. Also, she's cute:

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Baby stories

Dylan claps constantly. When she's happy and she knows it, of course, but also when she's upset or angry. It's how she expresses herself. One of her teachers was burping another baby and Dylan thought she was clapping at her and started clapping excitedly back.

They had a fire drill yesterday. They load all the babies into two cribs and roll them outside. Apparently Dylan thought this was the funniest thing she had ever seen because she laughed hysterically the entire time. I thought it sounded pretty funny too.

She is almost crawling. She gets up on all fours all the time and can sort of go backwards. She can maneuver around the room rolling and squirming. She has sort of mastered getting from sitting to crawling position, except one leg gets stuck in the process so she collapses on her tummy.

I didn't tell her teachers that she has been eating cheerios. An older baby was eating them in front of her today and she got VERY ANGRY when she couldn't have any, so when I got there they were like, um, has she had those before?

They are going to move her up to the next room at the end of May. Of course, now she knows and likes her teachers and is doing great. I hate to mess with it, but she'll probably like the older babies and more table food and more activity. They do a couple week transition period so she can get to know the teachers. She does not like to be left with people she doesn't know, so I hope they do a good job with that. I imagine this is going to suck for a few weeks.

Monday, April 23, 2007


Remember how Dylan is outgrowing the baby bathtub? Well, I wish she would ingrow it or something. I always supervised her baths, obviously, but she now requires a lot more intense supervision. She keeps lunging after her toys and the shower curtain and the bottom of the tub and she is so quick that I have to have a hand on her all the time. Sometimes she tips over backwards. At least the bathtub is now festive.

And now, for your reading pleasure, dumb things I did last week that were not duly reported due to posting only pictures:

Learned that car inspection had expired in January.

Wrote down office number and phone number for a meeting. Went to phone number.

Turned on Ford to keep battery charged. Neglected to turn off Ford. Aaron also did this several days later.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

O'Hare and Back Again

Dylan fell asleep at the gate before we boarded Friday morning and woke up halfway through the flight. She looked absolutely mystified as to where she was. She grinned at everything and everybody, particularly the nice man in the seat behind us, until she realized her ears hurt. We flew along the south edge of lake Erie, so I could follow our progress by looking out the window.

We landed, got off the plane, noted how long the walk was from the plane to the airport, ran back on the plane to retrieve the camera (thanks nice security people -- look! a baby!) claimed our baggage, and were on our way.

We are lucky she can still sleep while we're, for example, on the subway.

Our hotel was right in the middle of downtown Chicago, so we could walk a couple blocks east and be at lots of fun stuff on the waterfront or a couple blocks west for shopping and restaurants.

We almost went up in the Hancock Building until a tour group of 125 mature persons slipped stealthily ahead of us. We almost went to the children’s museum except that the child is not mature enough for such things. I pouted, of course. We stayed on the 13th floor of the hotel, which luckily existed in that building. The elevator rose and dropped precipitously, so I stumbled around motion sick at the beginning and end of every excursion. The only other problem with the hotel was that there was no fridge in the room, so we had to refill the ice bucket every few hours to keep Dylan's milk cold. Nonetheless, she felt right at home, as we had to stop her from buying porn with the remote several times.

Mac was our personal escort service, so to speak, and showed us around town all weekend.
Here is how you can tell Dylan met Mac:

We dutifully ate deep dish pizza one night and found a great tapas place the next. It was perfect spring weather the whole time.

We raided Trader Joe's. Moral: groceries are not easy to pack. Dylan was a crankypants a bunch of the time, but enjoyed herself a bunch of the rest of the time.

Transportation was a pain. The conference planners neglected to arrange for a way to get from the hotel to the actual conference, which was a 45 minutes bus ride or $30 cab ride, so that sucked. Despite these obstacles, Dylan made an appearance at the conference. We went to the hospital adjacent to the conference building to get a taxi on one of our journeys back to the hotel, and the taxi driver was confused when we got in because Dylan looked so healthy to be coming from the hospital. On our way to the airport on the way home the hotel people mysteriously forgot to tell the airport shuttle we were waiting for it and had to chase after it. The driver told us they do that all the time because they want us to take their (more expensive) car service.

The conference was cool and I'm glad I went. Or at least I was until the plane ride home, which involved an overheated, writhing, screaming pile of Dylan on my lap for longer than I cared for. Aaron took her and camped out with the very gracious flight attendants in the little nook by the bathroom for most of the flight. Dylan has now been to New York, Washington, D.C., and Chicago, the last two on business.

Saturday, April 21, 2007


Phew. I’m back.

I was finishing up a draft of my dissertation proposal. Let me tell you, having a baby in the house and studying lead are not a good combination. I know, it’s theoretically good to know how to prevent the baby from being exposed to the lead, but it isn’t working for me. I don’t know how much you know about lead, but it doesn’t matter how much you know because I will tell you anyway. Here it is:

1) It damages the brains of the wee bairns


Many of mine and Aaron’s conversations about Dylan consequently go like this:

Aaron: Do we care that she’s chewing on the blinds?

Me: No, she seems happy.

***Three minutes later***

Me: Unless the blinds were manufactured before 1996 and imported from Mexico or China because then THEY ARE FULL OF LEAD GET THEM AWAY FROM HER.

It can also be in the dirt, so suddenly we’re cleaning the house a lot more often and more thoroughly than usual. Ugh.

Coming attraction: our journey to Chicago

Friday, April 20, 2007

Best. Toy. Ever.

We're off to Chicago today. Possible posting this weekend if internet works in the hotel room, otherwise back Sunday for a slightly less hectic week.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Happy Birthday Mummy P

Here's a happy baby picture for you.


Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Monday, April 16, 2007

Aaron's post

Well Kate is running around like a chicken with its head chopped off. So I offered to help her by posting to the blog. Her response was less than excited. In fact it turned out she wanted me to do other stuff, such as mind our dependents or clean the house or do something more useful. Well life is full of disappointments and that is a lesson I'm trying hard to teach Kate.

Anyway, Sunday was a busy a day. We had a brunch date with friends from Kate's MD/PhD program. Before we went there we had to get baby down for a nap, buy bagels, and have Snuffy play at doggie group. Very little of this worked out. At 9:30 we all went to the doggie group, but there was not nary a dog. So we went and got bagels, and then I dropped off Kate. Like Brigadoon, a canine village appeared magically at 10. There were upwards of 15 dogs there for Snuffy to spend his time snuffing. At 10:40 I called Kate to see if I should come home. In an exasperated tone she said "no, baby just went down for her nap." So brunch was postponed at until noon. At around 11 I looked around and noticed that all the dogs had left, save one brown muddy labradoodle. So we headed home.

Prior to leaving for brunch not much had happened except that we noted that Dylan has not slept at this time of day for months, and was sleeping longer than her normal morning nap time. We both agreed she had done it on purpose because we had made plans. I for one won't forgot this when she becomes a teenager and I can choose to either slightly embarrass her or really embarrass her.

We went for brunch and had a lovely time. Our friends had two cats who were petrified of Dylan. They spent our whole visit underneath the couch. Dylan was delightful entertainment for all. She impressed everyone with her eating, screeching, rolling and smiles. I can do all of that and roll my eyes, but no one noticed. We decided to leave once Dylan grew weary of everyone's company.

When we got home we put her down for a nap and hoped that this nap would last even longer than the morning nap. Apparently Dylan is trying to teach both Kate and me the lesson I so want to teach Kate (see last sentence of first paragraph). Anyways, from that nap Kate created the axiom that babies don't need power naps. Although to some this may seem like an obvious observation, I think it is quite astute and shows Kate's observational prowess.

We spent the rest of the day with Kate working and me tending to baby and dog.

Doesn't that thing about April and the showers refer to rain?


Just pictures this week due to industrial-strength workload.

The results of the sending hair stuff into daycare experiment: