Thursday, 8 August 2013
August 8, 2013 - iPod Touch
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
August 6, 2013 - NY 3: Brooklyn & South Orange
Three dear friends are raising young children, and I got to visit with them as quasi family. The last time I visited was in September 2011.
Roddy and Kristen had Inez since I last saw them, a cherubic blonde and blue-eyed little girl with a smiling disposition most of the time. She is learning to stand and if you take her by both hands, will take a few steps with you. She's drinking cow's milk and eating bite-sized portions of what the adults are eating. She likes to explore everyday things, the shoes in the corner, what's been left in the stroller, the electrical outlets. She spends a fair amount of time in people's arms because she's so cute and not walking yet.
Siobhan, who was about Inez's age last time I saw her and is now 3 1/2 years old, has Kris' coloring, brown hair and brown eyes, and I was impressed by her attention span: she wanted me to read her multi-page Jip & Janneke stories which had only one black-and-white picture at best, and she would sit at the table and make cakes out of play doh. When I made muffins she wanted to pour and measure and mix, and while still lacking some precision in her movements, was able to "help out" with just a little help. She loved blowing bubbles in the hallway, and before I left, I gifted her a soap-liquid wand as long as her arm. She played word games with Roddy, who would ask things like "Is this a tum or is this a drum?" and would feign having "lost" his kiss or a hug so that she'd give him another.
Suzanne gave birth to Lena just six weeks prior to my arrival, and I accompanied her to her first post-natal doctor's visit on the Upper East side. It was the first time she'd been away from her baby (left in the care of long-time nanny Eunice). Lena was a nipple-sucking and sleeping machine, her every squeek responded to with a tit or a diaper change or at least a concerned eximination and musing as to what it might be time for.
Axel at 3 1/2 years old cannot stop moving. He's incapable of standing still, and if he's not walking around hops up and down on one leg. One of his favorite things is jumping on his parents' bed, which is ok with Suzanne. He wants you to play with him, Legos mostly, or sword-fighting, or scooting on the porch with the scooter, or running through the sprinkler in the back yard. He wasn't overly interested in books but did sit and read the one about Small Bear getting top big for his bed and going to chop down a tree with Papa Bear to build a new one, all just in time for Little Sister Bear to move in to his old one -- hadn't he noticed how round Mama Bear had gotten recently?