Who Told Him He Could Turn Into A Kid?

When did this happen?

All of the sudden, out of the blue, with no warning at all, Alex has become a kid.

We have conversations. I mean, they aren’t particularly deep conversations, but they are conversations nonetheless. He has a personality, and he’s not afraid to share it. He has opinions about everything. Not only does he walk, he runs. Not only does he jump, he pretends to fly.

He tells me what he needs in words 99% of the time. The other 1% of the time he will take me to what he needs or otherwise show me.

My baby is no longer a baby. He is no longer helpless.

Alex up and turned into a kid. How do I make it stop?

Still Has Chubby Cheeks

10 Things You (Probably) Don’t Care About

The wonderful Trinity at Phanatically Speaking recently tagged me in a meme. The rules of the meme:

The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant. The awardee must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.

(Can I take a moment and say that I blushed when I read that? I feel so special!)

So, ten honest things about me, in no particular order (unless you count the order of how my mind comes up with ten things):

  1. I have lived in over 18 different places in my life. I have lived all over the city of Pittsburgh, in houses and apartments, and lived in Florida for a (not so lovely) short time during my sophomore year of high school and Massachusetts during my three years at Smith College.
  2. I get cold really easily. When most people are comfortable, I’m cold. When most people are complaining of the heat, I’m comfortable.
  3. When I cook, 90% of the time it is with some asian influence. I find “American” food horrendously boring, and I rarely find meat and potatoes to be anywhere near as good as stir fry on rice, indian or thai curry, or udon noodles topped with just about anything. I use soy sauce, ginger, chili paste and sesame seeds more than seems possible.
  4. I have successfully lost at least 40 pounds. I estimated my starting weight when I began this weight loss journey in January, so I don’t know the exact amount. I am very happy about it (though I still have a bit more to go), but very not amused that this weight loss has given me gallstones and the need for surgery in August.
  5. I didn’t learn how to study until I left Smith College. While I was a pretty good student during my three years at Smith, it wasn’t until I was home with an infant and limited time to focus that I really learned how to study. I currently have a 115% in one of my classes thanks to a great curve, but without the curve I would have a 98%.
  6. I know nothing about pop culture. If you name a singer, actor, model, or just about anything to do with the behind the scenes of movies and TV, I won’t know who you are talking about. There are exceptions, of course, but for the most part I never know what people are talking about. It obviously doesn’t bother me enough to put any effort into learning about these things. But I do know all about the Real Housewives of everywhere and Jon and Kate.
  7. I kind of have 7 siblings. My father was married before he met my mother, and with his first wife he had 7 children. So, I have 7 half siblings. And something like 23 nephews and nieces, including many who were my nephews/nieces before I was born.
  8. I want to have another child. One day, not now or any time soon, I would like to have another child. I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, though I always pictured myself as a mom of an older boy and a younger girl about five years apart. So, here’s hoping I can convince Zach of that!
  9. Removed.
  10. I would go vegetarian if Zach would. I don’t want to have to deal with making separate meals, and while Zach has become very willing to eat many vegetarian meals I prepare, I’m pretty sure he would have a conniption if I took all meat out of our diet.

And now I must tag:

Jen at jayesel
Dawn at Red Pen Mama
Sarah at Becoming Sarah

Hunting Is Exhausting

We’re house hunting.

As of now, it looks like it is very likely that we will purchase a duplex with Zach’s parents.

For many people, that would be a horrendously awful thought. I’m lucky: I love my pseudo in-laws. I absolutely adore them, and we get along fabulously. Besides that, having babysitters that live next door? Awesome.

They came to visit this past weekend, and while they were here we looked at a bunch of places all over the city and, gasp!, in the suburbs. While looking at houses can be a lot of fun, looking at duplexes can be rather depressing.

Most of them were tenant occupied, and some of them were downright nasty. Not only was the worst offender a disgusting mess, to the extent that you literally could not walk across the floors of the bedrooms, but also? The house reeked of marijuana and cigarette smoke. There were two young children there.

Fortunately, they were not all bad. And our fingers are crossed that we will be able to work something out.

Also fortunately, Alex was an angel all weekend while we went into and out of the car, into and out of houses, walked around messes (not the pot-filled house!) and up and down the streets all while skipping nap time. He hung out on Zach’s back, said hello to the tenants, and was genuinely charming the whole time.

While life may be pretty inhospitable for a lot of people, Alex had a fabulous life on Zach’s back for the weekend. Even if the two of them combined make for a double furnace turned on high on 80-degree-100%-humidity days.

House Hunting

Asleep in the car

This I Believe

I don’t talk much on my blog about my personal beliefs. At least not in a blatant way. But I have posted before about one thing that I truly believe in: equal rights.

Yesterday, Zach, Alex and I joined a small group of Zach’s coworkers at Pittsburgh Pride. We even got to wear fancy schmancy Google Pittsburgh Pride shirts that stated, “We are here.”

Why is this something I care so greatly about? Am I gay? No. Do I have any gay relatives? No. Some of my closest friends are gay, so I suppose that increases my passion. During college, one of my closest friends was transgendered. But I’ve cared about equality long before I met any of them. At least, I cared about in this sense: I thought everyone was equal, so until I came to the harsh realization that everyone was not treated equally I didn’t know to care. I think it was around fifth grade that the bubble of loveliness popped and reality sunk in.

I care about equality for my son. And for you. And your current or future children.

Alex is still a baby. He doesn’t have a sexuality the way that we think of sexuality. He isn’t gay or straight; he isn’t gendered. He is my baby and he deserves to have every single chance at success in this world as the next person. If he is gay as an adult, I don’t want him to suffer because of it. I don’t want him to feel one ounce of shame or guilt because of who he is. And I sure as hell don’t want him to feel the pain of not being able to spend the rest of his life with the person he loves in the same capacity as a heterosexual.

I want Alex to be happy and healthy. He will probably be just like his father: crazy smart, super cute, and heterosexual. But if he isn’t? He shouldn’t have his rights taken away from him.

Pittsburgh Pride

Pittsburgh Pride

Pittsburgh Pride

Pittsburgh Pride

Of course, Alex was very supportive of the cause. He held on to those rainbow balloons like it was his job.

Alex is holding on to the balloons

I promise I didn’t put them there. I wasn’t trying to suffocate my son in the super hot and humid weather. I think he liked the privacy.

Alex is holding on to the balloons

More Cutie Patooties For Your Viewing Pleasure

This morning, Erin and I got together with our kids for a quick play date at the playground. We ran into each other at a local grocery store about two weeks ago and after the realization that we practically live close enough to yell at each other from our porches, we decided we should get together.

Playground Fun!

Playground Fun!

Playground Fun!

Playground Fun!

Needless to say, it was a lot of fun. I love seeing Alex interact with other kids, and it’s always fun to have the opportunity to see kids who are a little older than him. Watching Caleb gave me a sneak peak of what Alex will be like in a mere six months! Much more mature, coordinated, and still super cute.

Playground Fun!

And seeing this little patootie? Made my ovaries hurt a little bit.

Emma!

Lying Starts Young

Alex lies.

It’s funny, really. If I ask him a question that he doesn’t want me to know the answer to he will lie.

“Did you poop?”

He’ll look around, thinking about it and make the connection that if he says “yes” he’ll have to pause his life and have his diaper changed. “No! No poopie!” he says as he runs away from me.

Little does he know that I know when he lies. Not only does he choose to lie about things that are just so obvious (um, poopy diaper? Can’t hide that!), he also isn’t very good at it. The long pause gives him away every time. Or sometimes it’s the very, very, insistent head nodding accompanying the lie.

“Did you make a mess?” What a stupid question to ask, but somehow I find those words spitting out of my mouth on a regular basis.

His eyes dart to the mess, he walks somewhere else and promptly and enthusiastically tells me “no!”

When he disappears for more than a few seconds and I can’t hear him, I know something bad is happening. While I typically put up a gate keeping him out of the kitchen, sometimes I forget. He’ll make his way into the kitchen, and when he reappears with kitchen utensils I know he’s about to lie.

“Were you in the kitchen?” “No!”
“Did you go into the utensil drawer?” “No!”
“Are you currently holding a salad utensil?” “NOOO!”

He can’t fool me.

Always piling things

Cutie Patootie Playdate

A lot of people hate facebook. Some refuse to sign up, others complain that it is irritating or pointless. While I can’t disagree that it has become irritating, I certainly don’t think it’s pointless.

Through “facebook stalking” I am able to keep up to date with what old friends are doing in their lives. People that I otherwise would never talk to, I am able to keep in touch with. And people that otherwise would be gone from my life? I’m able to get back in touch with.

On Monday morning, I had the opportunity to see my childhood dance teacher. Phoebe taught me dance for years, and being able to reconnect with her (thanks, facebook!) was fantastic.

We met up at a local playground where Alex and her adorable granddaughter, Mikayla, could enjoy themselves. Mikayla is about three weeks younger than Alex, and oh my goodness the cuteness!

There was swinging:

Playdate!

There were snacks:

Playdate!

Playdate!

There was super-cute piling of sticks:

Playdate!

Playdate!

There was a lot of staring at each other. “Who is this other little person who is more like me than I’m used to being around?”

Playdate!

Playdate!

Playdate!

Playdate!

And there were the mandatory modeling sessions:

Playdate!

Playdate!

Playdate!

I would love to be able to get together with Phoebe again, and I think Alex and Mikayla had a good time playing! Plus, it made for some fun photos of these beautiful subjects.