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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

The birthday party

We have had quite a few birthday parties lately. But this past one was the best for Estee because she is old enough to really interact with the other kids. Take a look at some of these pictures from the day:


In the car on the way to the party

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my pretty party dress

<---Sitting up all by myself!






birthday boy Simcha gives me a horsey ride!








me and Simcha playing so nicely









My party favor: cool shades! Ps-My Aunt Karen says I look like my mommy in this picture! Mommy is so happy!!!

Monday, January 30, 2006

Things that make you go uch....

warning: Poop post

I have always had a big problem with poop. No matter who the kid was that I was babysitting for when it came time to change thte dirty diaper I would always gag. In school whenever a child had a dirty diaper I would always look over at my assistant hopefully. She would always understood my gagging problem and would go change the kid.So, it was my relief to discover that when it came to Estee, although at times very smelly, my gag reflex stayed in check. Phew, it wouldn't be so great gagging over my own daughters diapers. I have to outgrow this sometime. Of course this was going great until...last night:
It was time for Estee's bath. Since we finally lowered Estee's crib Aaron said that while I bathe her he will set up her fisher price aquarium in her crib. So, luckily for me he was in the room. I took off her clothes and noticed a little leaked. This is going to be a messy one I thought. That was definitely an understatement! It was not only messy but so pungent I thought I was going to pass out. Just picture this scene for a moment. You have squirmy little Estee kicking around and moving her arms all over, Squimish mommy trying to keep her diaper closed so she doesn't stick her body parts in it, trying to clean up everything that already got on the changing table, screaming how bad it smells in between gagging and heaving. Then there is Aaron off to the side laughing hysterically. The poor kid was probably wondering what the heck is wrong with my parents. I asked Aaron to hold her hands so I could clean her without her sticking her hand into it. She was not to thrilled at this and she began to cry. So now we had the whole scene above in addition to a crying baby. Thank goodness I didn't vomit because then we would have had two stains on her carpet!

Friday, January 27, 2006

Enjoying life's simple pleasures

Sometimes we do things that we will regret doing later, just so we can have instant gratification. Sometimes it is a simple act like eating a piece of cake while on a diet. And, sometimes it is a more complex act like making a statement or confession that can change our lives. Besides for resisting good food of course, I'd say the hardest impulse that I have had to control lately is running to and comforting a crying Estee in the middle of the night or at bedtime. Last night though, I succumbed to the impulse. I gave in and enjoyed my guilty little pleasure. It was 2 am, I had just been woken from a deep sleep and a great dream by horrendous cries. She needed the comfort and so did I, so we just cuddled together on the couch until she was sleeping and I almost was. This really isn't a normal middle of the night habit for me, I was just getting a really big craving that I just could not control at that moment. I know that tonight I may regret it but I was living in the moment and I didn't really care about the consequences. Although I don't make a habit of this at night, every once in a while I allow myself a naptime cuddle. No harm in that I figure. The other day our cuddle was so great that I found myself becoming more addicted to it. But, I will try to be strong. This particular cuddle session was one of the most beautiful motherhood experiences (aside from the obvious-giving birth) I have ever had. I was laying in bed, she was on top of me with one hand around my waist and the other taking turns between rubbing my mouth and rubbing my arm. I had one arm snuggly around her and the other was rubbing her back and her legs. Her cute little face was nestled into my neck and I could feel her breath coming out of her nose and it tickled. Our hearts were adjacent to eachother and beating together in a beautiful rhythm. It was truly two hearts beating as one. I was filled with such euphoria and couldn't help but get all warm and fuzzy inside. Sometimes, it's just worth the consequences....

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

The evolution of children's songs

So many things have changed since I was a kid. We have now entered a politcally correct society where everyone is suing everyone and anything we say can and will be held against us, always. When I was a kid we were innocent. Today, kids know much much more. It's pretty scary.
Let's take the wheels on the bus for example. For the most part the song has stayed the same. There is only one minor difference. When I was a child, the song sang: The Mommy on the bus says "shh shh shh..etc" (after baby cries) The daddy on the bus reads his newspaper...etc.
One can interpret from this that the mother is the sole caregiver and the father just sits back and reads his newspaper right? Well, today the song goes: The Mommy on the bus says "I love you...etc." The Daddy on the bus says "love you too...etc."
Now, in this particular variation Mommy and Daddy have been given equal status as caregiver. (For another politically correct version go here )
This next example probably isn't so monumental, I just think it's funny. Growing up I always sang "The eensy weensy spider went up the water spout..."I was singing this to some kids and they looked at me funny as they sang "The itsy bitsy spider..."Last Friday night my mother started to sing this song to Estee and she sang "the eensy weensy spider..." My guess is this is just my mother's version and this is how she taught me, not that the song has changed. Does anyone else sing it like me?
Another sign of the times can be found with our furry blue friend, cookie monster. As innocent as I was growing up (and probably still now), I never would have dreamed that cookie monster's love for cookies would cause problems for kids. A few months ago my cousin informed me that angry mothers were blaming cookie monster for the obesity in their children. Could that be it? Always looking for a scapegoat huh? She continued to tell me that because of all the angry parents, Sesame Street changed cookie monster to cucumber monster. I was beyond outraged! That doesn't go well at all!!! C is for cucumbers that's good enough for me.....cucumber cucumber cucumber starts with c? no! After doing further research I found out that this was only considered and instead cookie monster now sings about cookies being a "sometimes food." What is actually happening is they will be having vegetables making guest appearances on the show.
Is this really necessary? Are kids really going to eat more cookies because cookie monster does? That is the epitome of his name. I think children realize that. If they don't, isn't it our job as parents to explain it? They aren't getting obese on their own. They have to be given most things by their parents. I have come to the conclusion that some of the evolution may be a good thing but some of it may be society just going overboard. On the other hand, we do have the oppositte extreme as well. You can see one example in two previous posts of mine:
1. music troubles
2. things you can do in the shower
I am not quite sure yet which version of things I will be exposing Estee to. Maybe both. Are the changes good or bad? You decide...

Monday, January 23, 2006

Catching up time...

I was doing so well with the posting almost every day thing but I've been so busy and I feel like so much has happened so I will try to remember it all:
Thursday I spoke with Estee's pediatritian about the vomiting thing and before I tell you about our conversation I just have to say that I absolutely love her pediatritian! They are a husband and wife practice. We see and speak with both but she mainly sees the husband. They are both terrific though. When I got off the phone with him I realized he was on with me for 20 minutes. Who does that? It wasn't because I asked him 5000 things either, it was because he went into detail with his explanations and he didn't rush me at all. anyhoo...he said that it is perfectly normal that she does that. Babies as young as her have figured out what they can do to get what they want. She realizes that if she screams so hard and vomits, mommy will come running. He said that obviously I have to clean her off but I have to make it all about business. I also told him that she still wakes up hungry at 4 am sometimes. He said that we slowly have to train her not to do this. He said to first just let her cry for as long as she would when going to sleep. If she is still crying then I can go and feed her. He was very supportive and understanding of the fact that it is not easy for a mother to do this, especially at 4 am. I honestly can't take her crying anymore. It is so heartbreaking. She screams in such an angry way and I cry every time. Thursday night when she had finished crying and finally fell asleep, I went to check on her and saw her cute little hand hanging over the side of the crib. All she needed was a little white flag and the scene would have been set. (See below) The doctor also said we can introduce her to a sippy cup since she often tries sitting with her bottle. How exciting! We went out and bought one yesterday.(See below) Yesterday we also took her to the pizza shop for the first time. She sat in her stroller at the table and I fed her baby food carrots. She was in seventh heaven. Every time a stranger passed by she would look at them and give them the biggest gummy smile you have ever scene. She is quite the ham! (See below).
Saturday night, I couldn't get her to eat her dinner. Aaron tried at 7:30 and I tried again at 8. All she did was cry. I figured she just wasn't hungry. Sometimes she does that. I put her in her excersaucer to play but she continued to cry. I gave her some orajel. Bam. The second the stuff hit her gums she was smiling big again. I tried to give her a spoon full of her dinner and she ate it right away. Rather than disturbing her by moving her, I continued to feed her in there. The only problem being that when she is standing, she tends to jump. Every so often, as the spoonful was almost in her mouth she would jump and it would get all over the place. One particular time, she jumped and the spoon went right in her eye. The poor kid couldn't open her eye. She was trying to rub her eye but only got more in it considering her hand was covered in food too!(see below)
Lastly, Aaron has told me that he is not happy when I use the word "pathetic" to describe the looks she makes or the way she cries sometimes. He said it isn't very nice. I made him look up the word on dictionary.com to show him that it doesn't mean what he thinks it does. Anyone agree?
Sorry that this post is a bit incoherent. I just had so many things to write about this time. Some of the pictures below correspond with the post and others are just cute with captions...
(ps I tried captions 5 times and each time I deleted another picture, I'm so frustrated!!)
















Friday, January 20, 2006

Estee's new game

Last night, after feeding Estee dinner she began to get a little agitated. While washing her face I noticed that she was absolutely enthralled with the running water. hmm....lightbulb! In my field I always jump at the chance for a sensory experience. Being that playing with shaving cream is probably not a very good idea for a 6 month old, I figured this would be just as good. I leaned her over the sink and waited to see what would happen. I wasn't surprised to see her reach for the running water and begin to play. What did surprise me was the fact that I was talented enough to be holding her over the sink and position the digital camera in such a way that I was able to capture these cute pictures of her! I am so glad we found a new calming toy!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Not my usual style

I try to stay away from topics that are not directly related to Estee. I have been very careful about not posting things that have happened to me or thoughts that I have had about life in general that don't have anything to do with her. I know it may seem silly but it's just my thing. I plan on printing out this whole blog and putting it in a binder titled "life with Estee" to let her read one day. I'm hoping she will get a kick out of it. One recent event though has left me so angry. Last night you could find me sitting on my couch screaming at the TV because of this particular event. My justification for writing it in Estee's blog is that it has to do with parenting, or lack thereof and so does my blog, in a way. It is possible that I may say something somewhat controversial but my disclaimer is this: I do not mean to offend anyone, I'm just angry....
That poor sweet Nixzmary. What did she ever do? I get so angry when I hear stories like this. My blood just boils when I hear about parents starving their children, or babies found in dumpsters, or horrid details of other types of abuse that poor innocent children are forced to endure. There are so many people I am angry at right now. I am angry at her parents (obviously) for being sick enough to do this to her. The cover of yesterday's post said "Mother didn't stop father from beating her because she was afraid he would hit her." Excuse me?? Big deal! If anyone ever had the audacity to come near my child in a threatening way I would stand in their way and get beaten to a pulp if I had to just to prevent ANY pain being inflicted upon her!!! That is the sorriest excuse I have ever heard! I am also angry at ACS for their oversight in this situation. This poor child's death could've been prevented and probably many others. I have often complained about the ridiculousness of some of their policies and procedures for deeming someone "abused." In some of my Graduate Education classes we have discussed this matter at length. Many teachers have reported situations to them and upon going to the house if there was minimal food and clothing in the house and no obvious marks on the child they would immediately drop the case. Not all abuse leaves visible scars. Finally, on a more phylisophical note, I am angry at G-d. I know this sounds a bit childish and I have often said that we don't know G-d's plan or why he does what he does but in situations like this, I find that I don't think very rationally. My anger is two-fold. Firstly, why did that poor girl and countless others deserve to be treated in this way? What terrible sin could an innocent child possibly commit that they deserve to be beaten and murdered by the two people they trust most in the world? Secondly, why do sick undeserving animals of people end up birthing children, sometimes in multiples when there are amazing, loving, G-d fearing people out there that cannot? This to me is perhaps the cruelest irony. To digress a bit for a moment, at a recent shabbos meal we were discussing my favorite discussion of all: abortion. I'm not going to go into detail but basically I was giving my opinion on why I think that the privilege is abused by some. I went on to say that it isn't fair that people who have no real reason to abort (other than just not wanting a baby) do so when there are so many people out there that want a child so badly. I guess this kind of falls under the same category for me. Lastly, I am angry at the legal system. All right, here goes another controversial issue: Death penalty. Yes, in some murder cases we can claim that we aren't sure if the person really did it and they may be killed wrongfully, blah blah. Two wrongs don't make a right, we can't play G-d blah blah again. In situations like this I think we should use this punishment. Okay people, this is when I will get harsh: Anyone that causes REAL harm (not a little potch or something) upon an innocent child willingly does not deserve to live. ouch, I know but I told you, I'm angry. Do you honestly think that this man deserves to go to prison, get paroled in 10 years and then possibly father more children? This was one of the things I was yelling at the TV last night. I think I just raised my blood pressure a lot but I feel better getting that rant out of the way. Now, let me go kiss my innocent little cutie pie who has no idea of all the terrible things that go on in this world. It's a damn shame I can't keep it that way!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

The things that cheer us up


With adults it can be a fun song, a funny joke, or a simple smile from the ones we love. For a baby it can be a bottle, a pacifier, a fun song, a silly face, a silly voice, or a hug. But, not my child! Nope! She's got to be different. She is only 6 months old and already expressing her individuality. You gotta love it.
You see, my little girl finds comfort in a brush. A brush? You ask.. what can be so soothing about a brush? Well, in Estee's defense, it is a Winnie The Pooh brush. Who doesn't like Winnie the Pooh?
It all started last week. Sometimes when I am changing her she gets agitated either because she is hungry, uncomfortable or just wants to move around and I am not letting her. I usually have a pacifier nearby that I can give her to keep her calm or a toy of some sort. This particular day I didn't so I grabbed a clean diaper and gave it to her to hold. She was thrilled! (ps- Winnie the pooh is on her diaper too!) A few days ago clean diapers were out of my reach and she was so distraught that I quickly grabbed the first thing I could find, which was her brush. She immediately stopped crying and became facinated with every aspect of her brush.
Later on when Aaron was changing her she was screaming. I came into the room and said, "I know what will get her to stop." I handed her the brush and she stopped immediately. Last night after her bath she wasn't too happy to get dressed. I quickly gave her the brush. Every time she lost her grip and it fell, she began to cry again. The second she saw it again, she stopped crying. I have to make sure now to always have that brush nearby in case she is upset. Maybe I should buy another one just in case.

Monday, January 16, 2006

more pictures with captions

Aww Pooh, I love to hug you!










I strive to have my own blog one day!



















'I may look like I'm working hard but I'm really playing solitaire. shhhh...'

What can we try tonight?



Last week there were a few nights in a row where Estee refused to eat her dinner. All she would do was cry. We weren't sure if the highchair was bothering her, if it was the food taste, if she wasn't hungry or if she was too hungry and therefore too agitated to work at it. But after trying a few different things I decided to call the pediatritian to see what he thinks. He told me that it would probably be a good idea to give her more variety to find out what she likes. He said to buy some stage 2 fruits and vegetables that are combinations of foods she has already had or that introduces only one new one. Over Shabbos since I hadn't bought any stage two yet, I tried to make my own combinations. Peas and carrots, carrots and sweet potatoes...
Last night though, we hit the jackpot. I bought sweetpotatoes and apples. Now, the stage 2 jars are double the size (or so) as the stage one jars. For a while she was eating a whole stage 1 jar at one sitting but for the past week she has only been eating half. Last night she ate the whole stage 2 jar! I guess that flavor combination was a hit! We got a baby food processor and I am so excited to make her my own combinations! When she is allowed to have chicken I think the first thing I will make her is sweet potato apple chicken. Hmmm, that might not be a bad idea for this shabbos!

who's crazier?

When you are walking down the street who looks crazier/funnier to you: The person that looks like they are talking to themselves because they are on a headset and using lots of hand gestures, or the woman that is animatedly talking to a baby in a stroller while walking to shul? Well the latter would be me this past Friday night. I was walking to shul with Estee because Chaim Dovid was in to do the davening. I was excitedly telling her who we were going to see and acting very silly. People must've thought I was nuts. But, I was so caught up in it that I didn't really pay attention to my surroundings. Right as I was getting to shul I started to get a muscle spasm in my calf. (kinda like the ones you get in the middle of the night when you are pregnant, ouch!) I was trying to walk it off without making too much of a scene when I got this terrible vision of my leg buckling while I was walking down the stairs at shul holding her. When I walked in I saw my friends husband and asked if he could carry her down the stairs. He must've thought I was crazy too. Well, don't we all?
I am so proud of my little girl! She was so well behaved in shul. She sat on my lap and just looked at random people and gave them a big gummy smile. When it was time to stand and Chaim Dovid was doing some nay nay nays she kicked her legs in my arms and sang to the music. The only thing she didn't let me do was daven shemoneh Esrei. Not because she was getting cranky, but because all she wanted to do was rip the pages and eat the siddur. By the time shul was over, she was hungry and a bit overtired. I was so disappointed because I really wanted her to meet Chaim Dovid. I had this vision of her grabbing his face and screetching like she often does to people. But, he did give her a hug and I did tell him that she enjoyed dancing to his singing. Too bad I couldn't take a picture. I guess I can take her to shul more often.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Thursday night ritual?

This past Thursday night I fed Estee after her bath and she was just playing around. I said okay, you're not eating, lets go to bed. I put her in her crib and she was fine for a few minutes and then she started screaming. She has quite a set of lungs on her when she is angry and boy was she angry. I can't even begin to tell you how heart wrenching this particular cry is. I called my mother to talk me through it but she was too upset hearing her cry and only made me more upset. After about 10 minutes of screaming I decided to go in and rub her back. I think it was a fair compromise. I wasn't taking her out of the crib but I was providing her with some comfort. As soon as I got there she made a choking noise and before I was able to act, vomited all over her blanket. When Estee used to spit up a lot (before her nutramigin days) she would often spit up 4 ounces in which case I would refer to it as vomiting. That was just my way of differentiating between a little spit up and a lot. By no means did I really mean she was vomiting. This time she really vomited. Complete with gagging and heaving which I might add is really scary when a 6 month old child is doing it! I took her out of her crib and wiped her face. She was already starting to fall asleep in my arms. She was doing that breathing thing that kids do after they cry a lot and that is so heartbreaking. Her stomach was calming itself down by making gurgling noises. All in all, she was now content. I looked at her orange vomit colored sheets and bumpers (she had sweet potatoes for dinner, yum..). Then, I looked around at my empty apartment. Shoot, Aaron's at a simply tzfat kumsitz. How the heck am I going to change her sheets if she is falling asleep in my arms? Of course, when I called Aaron's cell phone 10 times he didn't answer. I called 3 people in the shul to call their husband and tell Aaron to call me. Finally, I got a call back and Aaron came home to take her so I could change her sheets. Oh Estee, two weeks in a row? Please don't turn this into a habit.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Gee, it's wonderful being loved...

This morning Estee woke up at 3 am for a feeding. Usually when this happens she sleeps way past the time I leave in the morning. So, I was quite surprised when I went into her room this morning to get something and found her smiling up at me. There was no turning back at that point. Once she saw me there was no way she was going back to sleep. When I took her out of her crib, she wrapped her arms around my neck put her head on my shoulder and squeezed. Yum. I love Estee hugs..
The past couple of days when I have gotten home Estee has been sleeping and has continued to sleep for about 2 hours. How frustrating. Today I was actually looking forward to that naptime so I could cook for shabbos. Of course, when I came home, she was wide awake. After I played with her a bit, I put her into her excersaucer (which she now got into the habit of jumping in to. I guess once she learned how to jump she doesn't want to stop.) to get some cooking done. When I was right next to her she was playing nicely, laughing and jumping. Literally the second I would go into the kitchen to get an ingredient she started to cry. When I walked back out and looked at her she started laughing again. What the heck. I had to get my mother to take her for an hour so I could get something done. My mother told me that the whole time she was there she was really upset and cranky, she must be teething. When she got home I expected miss cranky pants but she was so happy, guess she just missed me!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

How funny

Just to digress a bit. My mother sent me a really funny email about motherhood that I thought would be nice to share. Considering this is a blog about motherhood, I figured it was okay....


“Why God made moms" answers given by elementary school age children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.

2. Mostly to clean the house. 3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work & work at home, & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back.

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THE MOMMY TEST

I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
"Why?" my daughter asked.
"Because it's been laying outside, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty and probably has germs" I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, "Wow! How do you know all this stuff?"
"Uh," ...I was thinking quickly,"All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.
"OH...I get it!" she beamed, "So if you don't pass the test you have to be the daddy."
"Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart.

Kids, gotta love em!
One day Estee will turn to me and say something just as funny I am sure! But I am definitely not rushing! I am dreading the day when I turn around and say When did she grow up??

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

How exciting


I am so excited and so flattered. Thank you to whoever nominated me:
http://info.jpost.com/C005/BlogCentral/JIB.2005/gr.rest.html
I guess now you can vote for me too :)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Highchair



Yesterday my father and law and I spent a few hours putting Estee's highchair together. Well, maybe it was only an hour but it felt like more. And, maybe he did more than me but I still helped so it counts. When it was finally finished it was beautiful! She ate her dinner in there last night. She was happy initially. Either she was full or she was uncomfortable but she refused to eat the last half of her dinner and started to cry. (good news is, she still slept through the night!)
It is a very cool highchair. It has side toys which you see, but it also has a toy that you snap into the tray to occupy your baby while you are getting the food ready. oysh, there I go again sounding like a commercial. I gotta stop this, unless I am going to get paid! I need the money!

Tagged. I'm it.

I was tagged with the 4 meme. Since this blog is exclusively about my dear Estee, I will make the 4 meme about her as well.

four cute new things she does:
1. Jumps in her new jumperoo and gets really excited about it.
2. tries to say da da da
3. looks up at me when we are doing two different things and smiles
4. flirts with her pediatrician

four places I'd like to visit with Estee in the near future:
1. Music together (a music and movement class for mommy and baby)
2. disney world
3. The zoo
4. Botanical gardens for a picnic. (she loves flowers and trees!)

four foods I constantly craved while pregnant with Estee:
1. Macaroni and cheese
2. Egg and cheese on a sesame bagel
3. smoothies
4. macaroni and chopped meat casserole

four nerdy things I do as a mom:
1. try to make us match when we go to shul
2. talk to her picture when she is not near me
3. make up weird names to call her
4. some people may even say writing this blog :)

Four toys Estee loves:
1. obviously her new jumperoo
2. her sing and learn puppy
3. her duck puppet that quacks three different songs when you move your hand to open and close it's beak
4. chicken dance elmo

Four songs Estee loves to sing:
1. I've been working on the railroad
2. if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops
3. Shabbos is coming
4. The I love Estee song

Four people I tag:
(I don't know how to link sorry! maybe someone can teach me?)
1. mayfam <http://www.mayfam.blogspot.com>
2. pragmatician <http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680950>
3. Jtopo <http://www.findingjme.blogspot.com/>
4. Sarah <http://www.fiveweeksoffreedom.blogspot.com/>

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Estee's new jumperoo

Well, I finally figured out the video thing, I think.
Estee got a fisherprice jumperoo. I knew she would love it because she is so active. Words cannot describe how funny and cute she looked in it. Enjoy the video. (Sorry it's not 15 seconds but 2 minutes...) Thank you to my inlaws for allowing me to keep the jumperoo at their house until we get rid of the swing!

Saturday, January 07, 2006

The stain on the floor

For some strange reason although we were successful initially with the letting Estee cry herself to sleep thing, this past week she cried and cried.
Thursday night she was done eating and just playing around so I put her into bed, said Shema with her, gave her a kiss, and left. 5 minutes later she was screaming. It was hard but I let her cry for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes I rubbed her back a little bit (this worked the night before) But, she kept looking at me and laughing. I figured, okay she is fine. So, I left. She screamed for another 20 minutes. Just when I was finished calling my last person to get me through the pain, I heard her choking. I ran into her room, flipped her upside down and she vomited all over her carpet. There is now a nice big orange stain on her nice clean green carpet.
My mother convinced me that I didn't need to call the Dr, and the only reason she vomited was because she got herself so worked up, she made herself sick. What a temper on my child.
So at that point I figured it was okay to take her into bed with me and hold her. She of course fell asleep immediately. What a horrible ordeal!

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

how did this happen?

and, how can I fix it?

Darn, I should've thought of that!

Have you ever come across a product and thought..Hey, why didn't I think of that? It's kind of like a person who struggles every day carrying their books to school. Every couple of feet he has to stop and re-adjust or pick up the books he has dropped. One day he is leafing through a magazine and comes across a bookbag. wow. Why didn't he think of that?
Well, this just happened to me this morning. I was doing my morning bathroom reading of one of my motherhood magazines when I came across an awe inspiring ad.
Aaron always makes fun of me that the second Estee's pacifier drops on the floor I run to wash it off. My mother says "she's going to be eating off the floor soon." That may be so but I'm going to try to stop it. Why should I allow her to put a dirty pacifier in her mouth if I can do something about it? We have one of those clips and they are nice and all but we don't really use it so much at home because she likes to pull it across her neck...not so safe...
She has been in the habit lately of spitting it out of her mouth, across the room...
or, throwing it..
I'm not quite sure either of these is intentional but I must wash it nonetheless.
Well, back to the ad. It is called "keep it kleen pacifier" (I know, clean is spelled wrong. I'm not that tired...that's how they spell it!) I think this is the greatest invention. This is what the ad says: "Every time your baby drops one (which is every 37 seconds) The "wings" on these pacis snap shut before they hit the ground, keeping the nipple dirt free. (http://www.onestepahead.com/jump.jsp?lGen=detail&itemID=330764&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&iProductID=330764&change=117)
I absolutely must get one of these. You know, I just realized. My past two posts are kind of like mini-advertisements. I think these companies should pay me. I'm doing a great job!

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Thanks Aunt Ellen


If you have a teething baby you must get this product!!
Estee's great Aunt Ellen bought her a vibrating teething ring. When she bites down, it vibrates on her gums. She loves it. It cracks her up.
Only problem is the other day I asked my mother if she knew where Estee's vibrator was. I think I should probably phrase that differently.
http://www.thefirstyears.com/products/product.asp?pValue=1479

Monday, January 02, 2006

Must get highchair..


When Estee was first born somebody got us a highchair as a gift. At the time it seemed like something we would not need for a while so we kept it at my in-laws. When Estee started solids I figured she was still little enough to eat from her bouncy seat. The past couple of weeks though I keep saying we need to get her highchair. She loves to be sitting straight.
Yesterday it was decided for me. She can no longer be fed her bouncy seat. All she wants to do is sit:



so, I guess we need that highchair huh?