Friday, October 17, 2008

a tiny tug at my heart

This is one of those moments I try to record somewhere, just to be able to remember it for longer than an hour. It's a bit sentimental, but still sweet.

Meris is bouncing on my bed while I nurse Matea. He stops, sits up, looks at me and says, “You know what Risa said when we were outside?”
“She said, ‘No following.’”
“Were you running around after her?” (Ariel had mentioned that Meris was playing by himself, trying to join various groups of kids when he arrived at the park to pick him up from school. So I guessed that Risa was part of one of those groups.)
“How did you feel about that?”
“Sad.” Pause. “I’m still sad.”
Conversation goes on for a little while. Meris is lying (laying?) on his stomach, facing me. At some point, he props his chin in both hands and pats his frowning little cheeks.
We talk about which kids are his friends. “Simone is your friend, right?”
“Yeah, Simone is my friend. But she is only one friend.”
“Sometimes it’s fun to have one friend you play with a lot.”
“No, I want to have a lot of friends.” By now, he’s laying on his back.
He climbs off the bed, and basically gets moving again while we talk. I must say something about he wanted to play with Risa, because the discussion ends when he says, “Because she [Risa] is cool and great.”
So it begins.

Also today, we were reading a counting book with lots of flaps that you lift. Meris clearly is learning to recognize the numbers from 11 to 20, but hasn’t quite mastered them. One page has pictures of tiny objects on the flap, with the numeral printed underneath. Meris randomly opens them and reads the numbers. “Fourteen, sixteen, eighteen, nineteen, threeteen.” I interrupt and correct him. He moves his hand one flap to the left, lifts it, and looks at me as he says, “Twoteen?” I can’t help but laugh a little. So cute.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

a trip of firsts....

We've just returned from a two-week trip to Portland, Oregon to visit the Goldfarb-Simon clan. We'll start with a cute photo of the three cousins at the pumpkin patch--and all looking at the camera at the same time!

This was not only Matea's first trip to Portland, but also her first time on a plane! And that means it was Ariel's and my first time flying with two kids instead of just one. Luckily for the rest of us ("us" being everyone on the flight!), Matea slept through most of her first flight.

We see so many smiling, happy baby photos. Anyone else up for a change? Here's a more interesting expression from Matea, exploring a lawn for the first time.

Now we've got Meris, sleeping in a "big boy bed" for the first time. We thought he might object to returning to his crib when we got home, but he doesn't seem to mind. Anyway, here he is in all his sleeping glory.

And last but not least, here are a few photos of Mito with the kids, first thing in the morning.