Wednesday, August 31, 2005
We listened to a Reggae band onboard, saw multi-million dollar homes scattered along the gorgeous coastline, drank beer, watched the sunset, and let the warm winds whip over us. It was sublime.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
So last night, just a few hours short of her four-month birthday, Shea had her first encounter with solid foods. As you can see from the photo series below, she was all over it--like white on rice cereal.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
So today we've got a family portrait that was taken at our dear friend Jane's wedding in Northern California in late July. It's rare to get a photo of all four of us, so there aren't many to choose from. Thankfully this one turned out great.
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Friday, August 26, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
NOW: John’s a 39-year-old father of two. (And a total hottie.) This summer we spent a handful of days at the beach—and only thing we didn’t bring was his surfboard.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Earplugs not included.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
—Alfred Lord Tennyson
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
My goal is to write a little bit each day on this blog but some days--like today--the entries will have to be short and sweet. I will, however, try to at least post a photo up for those of you who crave the viewing fix. (With our new digital camera I can--and do--blissfully snap away like an Eastman with an itchy trigger finger.)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
But since Shea’s birth, the question I’m most often asked is, “How is Finn handling the new competition?” The answer to this, like most things involved with having two children, is not so simple. The bottom line is that he adores his new baby sister and is learning to find his gentler side since her arrival. But the jealousy I had heard and read so much about manifested itself not in aggression towards Shea, as I had expected, but rather in combativeness towards John and me. In short, Finn became a real pistol.
For the first month or so after we brought Shea home our previously agreeable little guy turned into an argumentative contrarian. If we said up, he said down. If we went left, he went right. You get the picture. On a removed, intellectual level, it’s easy to see that Finn’s stark change in attitude was an attempt to extract attention from his otherwise preoccupied parents. But at the time—as I was unable to access any removed, intellectual levels—it was just a pain.
Thankfully things have evened out since those beginning weeks and we’ve all reached a better level of domestic equilibrium. Shea’s more self-contained now so we have more time for Finn. And Finn realizes that he’s not being replaced so he’s given up the continual pursuit of our attention. But what I've learned is that having two means you'll encounter some surprises along the way, and that the green-eyed monster you're prepared to protect your daughter from will sometimes turn and rear its adorable, sandy-blonde head your way.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
So it came as a great surprise when I found myself elated—all right, downright giddy—at the thought of finally getting to dress my child in tights. (Sure, Jon Jons are cute for little guys in a Hyannisport kind of way, but the rest of the boys’ wardrobe highlights are pretty dim in my opinion.) This, of course, led to the discovery and celebration of other frilly and feminine finery, many examples of which can be seen in the accompanying photos, including:
* Peter Pan collars
* Kimono-style shirts
* Lace (within reason)
* Tuxedo ruffles
* Saddle shoes
* Mary Janes
One day, of course, when Shea’s able to choose her own clothes, I will gladly let her dictate her own dressing style. (Anything but Goth, that is. God forbid.) But until then, as my only daughter, it’s dress-up time, as she’s destined to be my little (pardon the lousy pun) wo-mannequin.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mom! : ) Now I understand all the dress-up photos in the old albums.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Last week, when asked by Opa how a cluster of photographs on the piano ended up flat on their faces, Finn realized he was in a pinch. But knowing that his adoring grandparents will buy nearly every line he casts, he did what any self-preserving slick trickster would—he blamed it on one of his best, but conspicuously absent, buddies: “Frankie Dino did it!”
Thursday, August 11, 2005
After two weeks of Water Explorations swim classes under the tutelage of Heidi, his dulcet instructor, Finney’s now blowing bubbles, floating on his back with assistance, and submerging himself to retrieve water rings (pink and orange are the current faves). All this effort is—in his mind, as clear as the pool water at 6am—to prepare him for the day when he can finally go surfing with his Papa.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
The even better news is that she’s regularly sleeping through the night already. An average night of slumber lasts from 10pm to 6am, which makes Mom a happy gal. Looks like all that eating makes for a very sleepy baby. Ah, the life of an infant is sweet, indeed.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
This is where I hope to keep a continually updated, documented record of the stuff that happens to a homebased mother of two and her family.
Many of our friends and family members are curious to know how Finnegan and Shea are doing--and how John and I are surviving--so instead of clogging everyone's in-boxes with huge photo files, I hope to use this forum as an easy way for you all to access updates to their recent antics, activities and achievements.
Hope you enjoy the postings. Please check in often -- they're growing up fast!