Neko’s favorite foods:
- Bananas
- Cheerios
- Avocado
- Bubble Bath Foam
- Dried Guava
She will then drink the bathwater as well. We can’t stop her.
Monthly Archive for March, 2009
While I spent the hours bargain hunting and eating (I mean scavenger hunting and lunching) at Woodbury Commons for Danielle’s shower, Peter and neko bonded the day away.
The early morning rain gave way to sunshine, and although neko made some puddles of her own on our living room floor:
(Notice her glamorous fashion forward hipster baby look)
The two had a super day hanging out with the Grobengieser’s and crawling around all over the shmutzy floor in the park:
Just a side note: I have never let her do this and am always appalled by parents who do, but I guess Peter washed her real good and she seems totally fine, for now anyway.
Break in the clouds means a break for the park…neko is all over the jungle gym apparatus:
March 20th : the first official day of spring and it freaking snowed.
The weekend showed a lot more promise in terms of the sun actually coming out in the near future. As in, I can almost imagine seeing my toes again.
We went upstate, after many Brooklyn bound weekends, and it was really fun, for neko, climbing up the stairs, running her hands through branches and being out doors without fourteen layers, a scarf and booties (just in case it gets windy, you know).
Cross your fingers as I think it may actually get nicer!
One of the good things about having a daughter (speaking strictly as a mom) is the fact that I can identify.
Bad hair days - they happen to everyone.
Neko often has extreme bed hair which must be cajoled into braids, side swept with a hello kitty clip or maneuvered into tiny pony tails. All this so that she can actually see through her long mane.
She has recently been showing some interest in doing her own styling:
As all seasoned parents tell you (they always know so much better) the first birthday party is a big deal, a big whoopdeedoo, an affair to remember.
Neko’s was party was gonna be just that…a gremlin fiesta! We worked hard to be creative and decorate the house:
We chopped and sliced and put out a huge spread:
And then they came…family…aunts and uncles and cousins and new babies….
And friends…loads of them…lots of kids and sounds of playing and crumbs all over:
The moment was ripe (there was no lox left), so we lit the candles, made a wish and fed the gremlin cake:
But the biggest hit was the ball pit (yeah, we are still chasing balls around):
Thank to you everyone for making this the best day of neko’s life, so far….
see ya next year (in a rented playspace with out of the box cupcakes)
Neko is a ham (this was told to me by someone else and I needed to look this up as a ham, for me anyway, usually means eggs and bagels are near by).
She makes jokes and cracks herself up.
The other morning, while occupying herself (more like distracting) with books during the first hobbit breakfast, she pretended one was a hat and proceeded to make farty sounds. I peed in my pants laughing.
So nice to wake up to someone who likes mornings!
I can barely hold it in my hand, it’s slippery and wet and sweet with laughter and filled with affection and dimply thighs, shiny eyes and delight screeches and and a bond that is stronger than blood. Time.
So many days have gone by, pages falling off the wall, and here we are. You are one year old today. I remember when they put you on my chest, jerky and oddly small. I remember how you smelled right then (Peter kept saying it wasn’t sweet at all but reminiscent of amniotic fluid) and how it felt…as if I was always supposed to hold you…your being comfortable in the cavities of my body. Our love began when I was born, no, even before that, when my mother’s mother was born and was laid on the chest of her mother. You were always mine, always glued to my heart.
Today I undertsand what it means to feel someone else’s life closer than one’s own.
Here is to an explosion of happiness.
Happy Birthday Neko
Somewhere somehow at some point neko fell in love with the laundry basket.
Every evening, as we enter the bathroom, she climbs in there.
I mean, you turn around to fill the tub or throw in a hundred plastic toys and within a split seconds she is in it sorting out her socks, trying to reach the pipes behind the ironing board, and sometimes, if we don’t pay attention, she also uses it as her toilet.
Don’t quite know what it is, but I can’t wait for her to start folding.
