It started Friday morning with some minor vomit sessions in our bed and high chair.
I thought it was my fault (for trying to give her cheerios with full fat hormone free organic grass fed cow’s milk)
It proceeded with assplosion diapers (multiple outfit changes per day) and some more vomit sessions in crib (yup, changed all the sheets yet again).
I must admit she is an amazing sick child though, happy and playful, in a subdued way. Not that that’s a bad thing.
Neko’s gurgling empty belly (she even refused avocado) combined with the gas she is passing and the gatorade laced burps is making for a real bouquet.
Poor baby…by that I mean Peter, he’s got it now too….
So we were having brunch. Some little diner upstate. Was packed.
Neko was being her usual flirty self and got the two middle aged women next to us all involved with her.
Ends up one is a healer-energies-reading your aura-psycho-therapist. Yes, she is all new age. She lives upstate and probably has lots of cats and listens to dolphin music.
She said neko was very present. Dude, she is a year old (almost) and she wants the stuff on your plate, of course she is presently engaging you.
She also said she was a crystal baby…very special. Yeah, I could have told you that.
Look how special she is, even the animals relate to her:
We needed some loved up time..all three of us. The long valentine-y (I don’t believe in hallmark/chocolate industry and flower people created day) president day was spent being semi busy upstate.
We headed out to the Bard museum, only to discover that it was closed. Damn. Got in some artsy fartsy pics though.
So we headed to Target (pronounced Tar-jay) for some retail therapy…where we proceeded to spend endless hours looking at useless items we don’t really need…but neko got some 350 pit balls.
She woke up the next day like it was jewish christmas…we chased plastic balls around for half the day.
Daddy-daughter time included the talking belly button (ask him to do it-it’s genius) and running after the cat. Peter has cleverly noted that neko and zsa zsa actually play with the same toys! Think of all the money we could have saved if we just let her play with cat nip stuffed mice.
Monday came around too quickly, and as we frantically rushed to close up the house, neko entertained herself by reading (for 2 minutes). She now requires adult supervision at all times.
Monday morning blues that start Sunday evening?
Sound familiar?
Mine dissapeared in a poof as nanny called in sick. Neko and I got to play all day.
We played some “let’s make raisin cupcakes” in the kitchen. That went really well considering how many raisins are permanently embedded in our floor.
We read stories. Correction. Neko reads them by herself now!
We went food shopping at 9:30 am. Did you know Trader Joe’s openend that early and the lines are so short?
We even ran over to the MOMA and got to test out their new children lab play area (kinda for older kids not interested in eating crayon shavings from the concrete floor) and looked at some cool architecturally related stuff.
Papa Peter joined us just as neko finished eating her giant swedish meat ball platter. Any wonder she is so big…i mean large…i mean cute?
What a great way to start the week.
I’ts so cool to have friends live close by, like neighbors.
It’s even cooler when these friends like you. And even more cool when they like your kid.
Parental units got a few hours off (we didn’t know if we should just use them for some obsessive re organizing and napping) while neko got to play with nina and justin.
We cam home with glowing skin (from our shwitz) to happy smiley child (neko thinks nina is hilariously funny). I think she didn’t even notice we were gone.
Thank you so so so so so very much - it was such a treat. Can we repay you?
The other nannies and babysitters make fun of neko because she smacks her lips when she eats.
I just say she is enjoying the meal.
Any meal for that matter. Anything remotely food-like (lint and and the little puff balls on sweaters included) makes her smack them loudly with delicious delight.
So we marked her 48 week-11 month-birthday with homemade tomato sauced porcini mushroom filled raviolis (better than my dinner that’s for sure).
She liked it. A lot.
Cleaning her (and the floor) was a whole other story.
Neko been busy around the house.
We have to let go of our housekeeper, so we put Neko to use sorting out the laundry.
She takes this job very seriously:
She has been making major break throughs in her GoGo Babies class (basically a paid for supervised hour where kids get to crawl, walk, push, dance and play with things in a developing agility kind of way): she now raises her hands with the teacher and she even puts things back in the bins at the end of the class.
This may seem simple to you, but for a person (yes, she’s a person now) that was basically useless a few weeks ago, this is huge…..and exciting. We are so proud of our developmental genius. Maybe now she can learn to fold.
Wishing you the best year, the most naches and the greatest happiness!!!!
