In preparation for moving back to Los Angeles (soon, but no definite date yet), we’ve been going through my boxes, piles, files, racks, shelves, drawers of stuff, stuff and stuff. Sorting some things, tossing some, giving some things away. I came across my very own birth announcement. I’ve posted pictures of the front (above) and the inside (below.) Read the rest of this entry »
We’ve been enjoying reading books to our now nearly 4-month old daughter Maeve. Maeve clearly doesn’t fully understand what we’re reading, but it does keep her attention most of the time. I hope it makes here comfortable with and interested in books. And I can only improvise, count and narrate so much, so having books to read out loud is good.
What I am enjoying reading most is Dr. Seuss, pen name of Ted Geisel. Having a chance to go back and read and re-read stuff out loud has been fun. The incessant rhymes are great – my favorite lately: “a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle” – not quite Sondheim, but great rhyming that deserves to be said out loud over and over. What I am also enjoying is picking up on some of Seuss’ social commentary. Read the rest of this entry »
Another brief late entry… mostly to get some photographs posted to share with friends and family.
Baby Maeve passed the ten-week mark on Tuesday, a couple days ago. She’s doing well. Sleeping a lot, nursing, pooping, crying, smiling, potato-chip-ping on her tummy, and more.
We’ve been going into NYC a few times, including a trip to the Whitney Museum last Friday, but the big new activity was Maeve’s first hike. We’re car-sitting for Maeve’s uncle Bob, so we took a drive (Maeve’s second time ever in a car) out to Bearfort Mountain, located in Abram S. Hewitt State Forest – in northern New Jersey, near the New York State border. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve been a bit under the weather this week – nothing serious – but getting The Weekly Maeve out a whole day late. I am working on a longer entry about a lot of things that we’re not doing… but that’s not ready, so I am just going to post the results of Maeve’s latest visit to the pediatrician… and, of course, photos!
All is going very well. I am loving being with Maeve and Joe. In particular, I love watching the way she moves her fingers, the moments when she looks in my eyes and, as the days pass, seeing the expression in her features and body becoming more clear, articulate. I love the way she migrates around (surprisingly far and fast) just by the wending of her limbs, head and neck.
I love how utterly self possessed she is – she is sure – and I marvel, sometimes shudder, at how completely vulnerable she is. Her presence seems to have flipped a switch in me around ways I have limited myself in the past. I have more resolve to achieve my goals than before. The days fly by. I can’t believe it’s already been two months.
Here are three great parenting resources have come on my radar in the last couple of weeks:
My best friend Shinehah sent me a book called The Female Pelvis: Anatomy & Exercises - which gives incredibly clear, simple information (in words and diagrams -including the one at at the top of this post) about the organs in the female pelvis and what happens in the pelvis with pregnancy and birth. I really appreciate having a clearer picture of all the parts and how they fit together and change through pregnancy and delivery. Seems to me really great information for any female to have. The Female Pelvis was written by Blandine Calais-Germain and published by Eastland Press. Read the rest of this entry »
I am continuing my weekly dadblog series, with posts roughly every Tuesday whether there’s really news to report or not. Mostly it’s about posting the latest photos of Maeve to share with friends and family.
As usual, she had been spending time growing, sleeping, eliminating, crying, staring. Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday, Carrie and I took Maeve across (actually under) the Hudson River for the first time. We visited New York City, specifically the Audubon Ballroom and attended the Bronx River Alliance’s annual Upstream Soiree event – at the Bronx Zoo. The Audubon Ballroom is the site where Malcolm X was shot and killed on February 21st 1965. It’s now the site of the Malcolm X and Dr. Betty Shabazz Memorial and Educational Center.
This post will be sort of travelog – telling the dadblog experience of travelling in the city, and a few thoughts on Malcolm X, whom I am big fan of. I chose (about 20 years ago) the style of my glasses based on Malcolm’s. Read my earlier blog post about Malcolm X here.
The day began at our place in Jersey City. Read the rest of this entry »
Tomorrow is seven weeks since Maeve’s arrival. It feels like time is passing so quickly. I think its because becoming a parent just overtakes you in a way that not much else in life does.
Last night I dreamt that I was crying the way Maeve cries when she is really upset and in my mind I heard that what I was saying in baby talk was the word Mom, just Mom over and over. Maybe I was remembering how purely I felt when I was Maeve’s age – being around her is reminding me. Its sad that many people in our culture are around infants as little as they are. It says a lot about our society.
I got connected with a holistic parents group in the last couple of days and feel a great sense of relief. There are lots of other people who are cloth diapering and not vaccinating their young ones. Turns out I was going to a new moms support group that was just too mainstream. I don’t think of myself as super alternative (always hoping/wishing I guess that my values aren’t the exception) but keep running into the fact that I am, even in a dense urban place like Jersey City.
She’s still pretty unpredictable. No discernable schedule. I get worried when she sleeps for long stretches during the day and worried/overwhelmed on other days when she doesn’t take a nap of any length.
When she is deeply asleep I get worried because her breathing is so shallow and her body gets so limp.
I think about writing about becoming a parent often but have a hard time getting myself to do it – partly because time seems to be flying by and I want to just be in the experience. From everything I hear, I’m going to be so busy for the couple of decades I won’t have a chance to read this again.
This week my husband Joe and I saw the excellent new PBS documentary on women’s liberation called Makers – was really interesting to think on my experience as a female growing up in the 70s and 80s and as a young woman in the 90s. It also got us talking about what sort of world our daughter is growing up into.
One of the interesting things about the documentary is seeing TV commercials I grew up watching. These ads showed me role models, though I wasn’t even conscious of it. These images were all around me – the water I swam in. I didn’t notice, but the images seeped in – so deep so early.
Given when I was born (1969), I got the message that the Women’s Movement was something that happened – that was complete. That women and men were now equal. When in reality this wasn’t true. This conflict between what I was told and what I experienced was very confusing. On top of that, there was the expectation that women are somehow magically going to do everything: have a career and be a housewife and be a mom and have a husband.
The documentary Makers is in three 1-hour parts. Right now they’re all on YouTube. Part 1 is above. Go here for part 2 and part 3. Makers covers from the 1950s through pretty much the present day. I recommend it highly.
Maeve turned 7 weeks old today – Tuesday September 16th. This is my weekly dadblog entry – including plenty of photos, but not all that much news.
Again she’s been spending most of her time asleep and breastfeeding. She poops and pees a lot, mostly in her diaper, sometimes in the adult toilet. My wife Carrie reports that Maeve has smiled twice briefly so far… though I didn’t see it (or photograph it) yet! Maybe I need to scowl less around my daughter, no?
She’s been kind of up and down last week. A few days she slept and hung out fairly quietly all day… then a few days she barely slept at all, with intermittent bursts of wailing inconsolably… generally in the early evening. Read the rest of this entry »