Be A Sweetheart

A Week In The Life Of

Last week was a hectic one for our little Fish. On top of our regular activities of Wiggleworms and playgroup, we had grown-up things to take care of including taking the car into the shop, lunch with friends, Chanukah shopping, charity work, taking care of a sick daddy, holiday parties, birthday parties and dinner at the S-Daddy. It was the perfect holiday season week-a little bit of everything fun, followed by complete exhaustion. Today is our first day of gymnastics at My Gym! Fish will be a champ jumping on the trampoline-tummy side down of course and swinging through the air on the trapeze...I'm not kidding! He can do it! We'll get photo proof.

Gobble, Gobble, gobble, gobb, zzzzz.....

This week was Fish's first Thanksgiving! On Wednesday, which is technically a part of the "Thanksgiving Weekend" because people start coming home from different parts of the country, we spent some time with Brent aka. Uncle Brentie-Boy. He was way more comfortable hanging out with Fish than he lets on in this picture. Obviously he's just like me-anything for a laugh. After lunch we spent the entire afternoon with Marisa who was also in town from New York. She was kind enough to run every single one of our last minute Thanksgiving dinner errands with us. We literally held her hostage in the car for 3 hours.

That night, our family/the other set of new parents, flew into O'Hare. Sarah, Jonathan, and our little niece Reece came in from Portland to stay with us and enjoy what might as well be referred to as the Christmas holiday kick-off weekend. It was wonderful for Fish to have a built-in playmate at the house. The Grevens came in Wednesday night so on Thursday, we all spent the day getting ready for 22 of our nearest and dearest to come over to finish off the two 19 lbs. turkeys I made-without a recipe! Clearly Top Chef has overlooked one Joanna Aaron.

Here's a picture of the final product. Is your mouth watering yet? Trust me, if you could smell through the computer, you'd want some. I'm talking about the turkey-not my handsome husband. Hands off! Of course, no Thanksgiving weekend is complete without a little retail therapy which we got in the way of baby clothes shopping with the whole Greven gang. Reece walked away from Damen Avenue like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman-after she tells off the saleswoman and has her movie montage-with bags and bags. I love buying Fishie's clothes, but there is definitely something to be said about picking out baby girl couture...so cute! On Saturday morning we took another field trip with the babies. This time we checked out the Wild Reef exhibit at the Shedd Aquarium. It was so cool watching Fish watch the fish. Gee, I wonder when we're going to have to explain that name/animal thing to him-we'll save that for later. In the meantime, he was so engaged and alert. It's just incredible watching his reaction to new experiences.

After babysitting Reece and Fish together in the afternoon we decided two things-number one, we're personally better off without twins and two, we were hungry. So it was off to the Yatch Club to meet up with Reece's parents and grandparents for a beautiful dinner overlooking the lake.

Early Sunday morning, we said our goodbyes as Sarah, Jonathan and Reece drove off to the airport to make their trip home. Then after a quick visit from Sissy, Jeff, Danni and Eliza Kaplan, the Aaron clan spent the rest of Sunday on the couch. All in all, the weekend was well worth the exhaustion!

Just Another Tuesday

Today was a fun day for little Fish. His Noni Laurie came downtown to join us for Wiggleworms with a special teacher, Jonas, who rocked out "You are my sunshine" on his guitar. After class, Squish was a little tired, but we made it home in time for lunch and a first time visit with Auntie Pam Briskman who came to see us all the way from San Francisco! Pam even helped tuck Fish in for his afternoon nap. Once he got up, Noni Laurie, Oma and Opa were all downstairs waiting to play away the rest of the day. Oma and Opa bought Fish the coolest laptop that sings and has flashing lights as well as a plush book about a dog who looks just like Monte. The book even starts out with the doggie losing his bone in a fishbowl-coincidence? I think not! It was a fantastic day filled with friends and family-just the way we like it.

Party Like It's 11/16/2008

Yesterday, Fish attended his very first playgrouper's birthday party. Yes, we have a one year old friend named Kyle that we play with every Thursday and he had a fantastic blowout. Jami and Mark set the bar high for those of us with the younger babies.

It got me thinking about Fisher's birthday party-not just the fact that he's actually going to have a first birthday in 4 months-but who will we invite, where will we have it, and what will I wear...sorry, sometimes it IS about me. Anyway, it seems like another one of those ridiculous things to worry about considering the economy is shot and we're in the middle of more than one war, but he's my first baby, so I can protest and save WHILE I plan the event. Anyway it's fun to have something to look forward to even if I turn the party into a new obsession, googling and researching on a daily basis between now and March 24th. What am I talking about? If I wait until March 24th, we'll be having Fishie's party at a Taco Bell...wait, that's not such a bad idea. Do one year olds like hot or mild sauce?

Here are some pictures from Kyle's birthday bash-Fish was a real party animal!

This is Fish's friend Caroline. We love her because she's very straight forward-she's thirsty, she needs her bottle but she doesn't want to hold it herself. Hmmm, mom, how can we fix this?

Caroline just LOVED Fishie's hat and wanted to know where to get one just like it?

After food and bottles, it was time for music with Miss Kim from Bubbles Academy. Mommy and Fishie showed those drums who's boss!

School Daze

I spent four years in college helping my friend make his class schedule each semester to ensure he would graduate on time-or at least within a few years of "on time"-to his parents, I say, your welcome. I would pick 15-18 hours of required and elective education, and inevitably, he would drop down to 9. As the mommy of a 7 1/2 month old baby, I am surprised to find myself in a similar situation today that is giving me major flashbacks-not the good kind. Did you know that there are pre-school classes that being when a child is 15 months? Yeah, I didn't either until a few weeks ago. So I hustled over to the school for my required class obversation in order to get Fish's name on the list for registration. It wasn't nearly as fun as figuring out college credits over a drink and going to a party afterwards-I had to find a babysitter, figure out if my outfit mattered and then plaster a huge smile on my face as I drove 45 minutes across city traffic to make sure I didn't miss a minute of sandbox time. Of course the class was adorable and I ended up knowing a good amount of parents attending with their 15-24 month olds, but I have to admit, I felt a little ridiculous each time they asked how old Fish is now. I'm not intentionally seeking out schooling for my newborn, I swear! I will love him with all of my heart even if he's the only kid who doesn't know sign language or fluent Spanish before his first birthday. I'm not that person. I do however need the adult contact that you get from taking mommy and me's with your son or daughter and because Fish is currently an only child, I love that he has a chance to socalize with other kids his age as many times a week as possible. Talking Elmo is a toy, not a friend. I just don't know that I was prepared for the stresses that come with early education and playtime. Apparently, you have to sign up for music classes two months in advance and one teacher is terrible while the other is "the teacher" to get-even in the 6 month old class. G-d forbid should Fish have to listen to a teacher that pauses too long between songs. I haven't decided if this stress is a product of being a new mom because I can admit, when you are in that role, you pretty much have no idea what you're doing. We're all just trying to make sure that our children get the most out of their class time whether it be educational or social. So if that means that I have to freak out because Miss Ann, our favorite music teacher, doesn't have her January schedule online yet, so be it. I'm just trying to guarantee that Fish stays engaged for the 45 minutes we sing in class once a week. Ultimately, this all probably just freaks me out because he's my baby. Every parent tells me that time flies and soon he'll be going off to kindergarten, then high school and, glup, college-tear. He can barely sit up on his own and they have me thinking about what to get him for graduation! I have to go now-I'm going to Google homeschooling.

The New Boy In the Neighborhood

The air smells cleaner, today is perfection, Mr. Pres-elect is a cutie...just a few of the things my friends have written on Facebook today. And right now, in the background, I can hear Oprah's famous whooping on her "Presidential Party" show that I actually convinced Brad to Tivo. Most of my friends, family, Oprah and Hollywood are as thrilled today as I am that President-elect Obama and his beautiful, young family will be moving into the White House. Furthermore, the Dems have taken back the majority control of the government which is another win for "our" side. Now, I'm not a political mind-I know the main issues, players, etc. but I will not pretend that I am as well-read as I would have liked to be going to the polling station at the school behind my house yesterday. I'm guessing that a lot of people I know are the same way, but I believe we have one thing in common as American voters-we want change. We are smart enough, or dumb enough because the world is spelling it out for us on a daily basis, to know that how we are currently living in this country is not working and we're terrified. So although I celebrated at home last night as the news stations announced Obama's victory and continue to feel an added warmth that our country has made history by electing the first African-American to lead our nation, I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. As an Obama supporter, I know that the American people are looking at President Obama through rose-colored glasses. We see a man, who is not Bush or McCain, who is wearing a red cape and can fly-he's our Superman. You know what Peter Parker's uncle said-with great power comes great responsibility. There's no larger responsibility one can take on than to lead the world's Super Power back to that exact status. We voted Obama in because we want him to "fix" all of our problems. It's like getting a new boss...we're going to complain to him about everything the last guy did and we expect, now that he's in control, that he'll make everything better. Oh yeah, and we all need raises. Maybe even a co-sign on a loan? I worry a little about the expectations the country has of this president. We need change immediately, but it's not realistic for everything to be fixed at once. I think what we probably need to do is think of Obama as Spider Man instead of Superman. In Spider Man, Peter Parker wakes up one day with super powers but instead of going and fighting crime right away, he takes a little time to hone his skills-before long, he's catching thieves in his web. I hope the American people, Republicans and Democrats, will allow President-elect Obama to learn to scale walls before expecting him to swing from buildings.