Halleck (and the entire Kaiser family) has had a very full month! I can’t believe it was one month ago (plus one day) that he joined our family and blessed our lives. Time flies when you’re having fun!!!
Halleck’s had all sorts of adventures in his first month. There’s the standard newborn activities…
New newborn
Proud dad
Meeting his brother
Meeting family for the first time, heading home from the hospital, visiting the pediatrician for the first time, and getting his first bath…
Headed home from the hospital (note the awesome yellow booties!)
Happy bathtime! (Not his first bath, so he's actually enjoying himself
There’s lots of visits with new friends. And then there’s a few unique adventures. How many newborns that you know have a distillery to visit?
Yeah, Halleck visited 2bar when he was just a few days old. Mom was proud to pose for a picture with him! (We also went to Costco together when Halleck was 3 days old and then visited Blue Box Group. We visited PATH a few days later.)
First distillery visit
Being related to Arlene Ng, Halleck has had his share of photos taken of him. But we took a few professional photos at Yuen Lui before his first week was up.
Brothers
Happy family of four
And since Halleck was born during a season of gorgeous sunny weather and warming temperatures, we’ve already spent our share of time outside. This makes Halleck’s brother Eli very happy!
After a particularly lovely afternoon BBQ at our place, all the Kaiser boys took a nap.
Sleeping babies
And throughout these four weeks, Halleck has continued to grow and change. We love you little boy! Thank you for blessing our family!!!
In Chinese, the word for maternal grandmother is ‘PoPo.’ My PoPo and I were very close. It was one year ago that she went home to heaven.
Mae Mark aka "PoPo"
My mom calls May 9 the anniversary of PoPo’s homecoming. I think that’s a very appropriate way to describe the date. A year ago we all gathered together at the hospital where my PoPo lay on life support after a massive heart attack. We said our good-byes, prayed over her, and let her go. Amazingly enough, she raised her arms, praising God and saying good-bye back to us after the monitors and wires were pulled.
My Uncle Byron put together a slideshow that captured some of PoPo’s 83 happy years. This is a modified, slightly shorter version: Slide Show Commemorating Mae Mark
And I gave a euology at her funeral a week later. I called it “She Taught Us How to Love.” Here’s the text:
In memoriam of Mae Lim Mark; January 14, 1938 – May 9, 2011
Hi, you all know me. I am Mae’s oldest grandchild Marissa, born to Mae and Al’s eldest child, Arlene. Since I’m a maternal granddaughter, I called Mae “PoPo.” Many of my cousins called her “Ngin Ngin.”
To all of us, she was a consummate grandmother and matriarch, no matter how we referred to her. She showed us all what unconditional love is.
And I presume that many in this room would share in this sentiment: Mae, Mom, PoPo, Ngin Ngin, Auntie… taught us how to love.
Since I was the firstborn grandchild, and the daughter of two working parents, PoPo and Gung Gung were very active in my rearing. I spent my early years at Mark’s Pharmacy, playing with pill bottles and containers for birth control. And I have distant memories of the big house in West Seattle, with the gorgeous views and the big swimming pool.
From my child-mind’s eye, I remember big family gatherings at that old house—I’m sure many of you remember this much better than I—steaming platters of No Mai Fan, soy-sauce chicken, big slices of watermelon. PoPo always had an amazing reputation for good food.
But my fondest memories of PoPo in that big house are not of the big family gatherings. Rather, they are of the intimate moments she and I shared together. I think, for me, this is how the foundation for a grandmother’s love is set.
I recall sitting on her bathroom countertop as she gently and delicately pulled out a splinter. And I got a lot of splinters on that long deck!
Her nurse’s touch helped heal me, whether I had a splinter, or a cut, or a cold. And her nurse’s touch didn’t stop because I grew up. Nathan and I called PoPo with questions regularly!
She was always eager to put those nursing skills to work. With that gentle touch, she showed us how to love.
Even after PoPo and Gung Gung moved out of that big house, no matter where she was, I experienced her unconditional love and caring, and I saw her caring for others.
At their house in the U-district, she took in exchange students and ran a daycare for all my cousins. She changed diapers, she took us to and from school and our many lessons.
I can still hear her singing, “Down by the station, early in the morning…”
In the early days with our son, Eli, PoPo’s was one of the few tunes I would sing to him. She showed me how to care for this baby. She showed me how to love.
And it’s in my adult life, she’s meant the most to me. From her infinite wisdom and gentle urging about how to talk to my mother, to her marriage advice to my husband on the day of our wedding—“never go to bed angry”—she showed me the true meaning of love.
I knew that PoPo was praying for me every night.
And not just praying for me, but praying for all of her 8 children, their spouses, all of her 14 grandchildren, and their spouses, praying for her great-grand son, praying for her siblings, her siblings-in-law, her nieces and nephews…
She loved her family so much. It’s what she lived for. She taught us how to love.
So a few lessons that PoPo taught me that I’ll leave with you today:
Respect your elders
Stand by your man
Say your prayers
Love your family
PoPo’s caring transcended family. And that’s why we’re all gathered here today.
It’s been an eventful few weeks for the Kaiser household since my last post, and I’ll post some pics and stories from our adventures soon enough. But first I wanted to share about the days and hours leading up to Halleck’s arrival, before we became a family of four.
A few things about my pregnancies and my babies (given the current sample size of two that I have to go off of):
I carry pretty small. With both Eli and Halleck I gained maybe 17 lbs.
I get false contractions toward the end. Clinically, it’s called Braxton Hicks, but I call ‘em annoying as all get out. With Eli, I had false contractions for a good two weeks prior to going into labor. With Halleck, I was plagued with Braxton Hicks for at least six weeks. That means that I would have regular, consistent tightening of all the muscles around my belly every time I did any physical activity. It was exhausting, both physically and, toward the end, mentally. It’s tough when you know labor is approaching, get all the physical signs that things are moving forward, but know that it’s not really labor yet. Gah!
Despite being saddled with these contractions, I stayed pretty active through both my pregnancies. There’s video of me and ‘Outlaw’ at 32 weeks pregnant skiing down a black diamond called Challenger at Big Sky, MT. I was on alpine skis by that point, because there was no way I would have been able to buckle my own telemark boots, but I was still tearin’ it up Incidentally, the weekend after Big Sky, I was bed ridden with Braxton Hicks. Yeeaaahhhh, maybe Outlaw didn’t like the skiing as much as I did…
So here’s a couple of pregnancy pics of my last month with Outlaw:
Pregnant belly: 36 weeks (one month to go!)
39 weeks (just days away from delivery!)
I don’t love having pictures taken of me and my pregnant belly. And Nathan never really thinks about taking pictures, so I had to ask him to take these. Not the best quality, but you get the gist.
The day that I went into labor was a gorgeous, sunny, warm day in Seattle. Since I have Fridays off, I’d spent the day running errands. BORING. So I’d hoped that Nathan would be up for enjoying the evening with our toddler and dog. I loaded up Galt in the truck and headed downtown to pick up Nate and Eli.
What I didn’t realize was that Nathan was immersed in work, and he wouldn’t be able to mentally distance himself from it until he realized that THIS IS REALLY GO TIME!!!, which didn’t happen until hours later.
Instead, we (the entire Kaiser clan, including Galt) hung out at Nathan’s office while he tried to eek out a few more minutes of productivity. The truck sat in the load/unload zone, and the kid was getting antsy. Galt loves the office and couldn’t have cared about going anywhere else, except that he might have had to go to the bathroom.
Finally, around 6 p.m., I asked Nate if we could get going. Reluctantly, he agreed, but he noted that he’d be back that evening because he had SO much work to get done. We headed out and decided to grab dinner at the Spaghetti Factory. We even got to sit in the train! Eli had fun, and so did we.
Coloring the Spaghetti Factory menu
Even if Nathan was absorbed with work, he knows how to enjoy time with his kids. Or at that point in time, kid. Little did we know that this would be our last evening as a family of three But yay for me who was about to not be pregnant anymore!
We welcomed Halleck Michael Kaiser on April 14 at 4:29 in the morning. He arrived healthy, lively, and with a full head of hair! He’s just a smidge over 7 lbs 0.9 oz, and 18.5 inches long.
We’re reveling in this time, getting to know each other, and celebrating his arrival with family and friends.
Eli was especially sweet as he met his younger brother:
Um. Remember that Baby brain entry that I posted a few minutes ago? Yeah, here’s another piece of evidence that I’ve got massive baby mush brain: This post has been sitting in “drafts” for a solid month! So here it is. Only 1 month late:
It’s not even Valentine’s Day, and it’s been a rockin’ February. Actually, the end of our January was pretty rockin’, especially since we had a weekend with friends sans Eli. (He got to spend a long weekend with Grandma and Grandpa. I was a success for all!)
Theme for early February: Brunch and Dinner
After surviving Whistler, we headed home and—gasp!—stayed there for a couple of weekends. I filled our time with social engagements, nice dinners, long chats with family, and visits with friends.
February arrived in Seattle like a Spring day. The temperatures hit 60 degrees multiple times, and it was sunny, gorgeous and warm. I’m sorry to say, there were also multiple sightings of “50 degrees shirts off guy” and “pale pallor tank top girl,” but everyone managed to enjoy themselves just the same.
We enjoyed a very special (and only a little belated) Chinese New Year’s meal with my folks. Eli got a special “hung bow” from his PoPo and GungGung containing money for his savings account.
Gung Hay Faat Choy!
And we enjoyed another dinner with our favorite 13-year old baby sitter and his family (truly, it was his family that we were excited to visit with) as a ‘thank you’ for watching Galt during our epic Whistler weekend.
We took brunch over to baby James’ house, and enjoyed dining with his folks while he drank lots of milk. Nate tried some of Randall’s home brew, and Eli might have had a sip as well.
Mmmm... beer...
We hosted another brunch with Eli’s “O.G.”—his “original girlfriend” Sydney—and had a great time catching up with Syd’s family, welcoming her aunt and uncle back to Seattle from NYC. GOOD LUCK with the house, Gus and Emma!
Eli gets a kiss from his "O.G."
After his 1st kiss, Eli's left dazed while Sydney thinks, "Ain't no thang!"
Weee! I love it when Sydney and her family comes to visit!
Eli shows Gus his new smartphone. It's the latest technology...
February’s gonna cap off in the most amazing way. We’re off to Big Sky, MT, soon! It will be our 5th trip there and what’s shaped up to be the best and most-held tradition in our family—our annual President’s Day ski vacation with the Houchins’! I’m sure I’ll have stories, pictures, and video galore! Stay tuned!
Blah, blah, blahhhhhhhhh. My brain is mush. Or at least, that’s how I feel these days.
I’m in the midst of my 34th week of pregnancy. Wha-hoo! I had to look at the calendar to figure that out, and I’m further along than I expected! That’s cause for another Wha-hoo!!! 34 weeks along means a few things:
I’m only 2.5 weeks away from “full-term” (which is at 37 weeks).
I could deliver this kid anytime (YAY!!!), but it’s a safe bet to guess that he’ll come sometime within the next 4-6 weeks.
I’ll start seeing my doctor every week from now until Outlaw’s arrival.
It’s now a struggle to put my socks on and tie my shoes.
I’m TOTALLY counting down, but dammit, my pregnant baby brain can’t hold the numbers in my head, so I end up recounting and recounting, and finally, look at the calendar (as evidenced by the beginning of this post).
What used to be a fun place to jump and kick is now pretty tight quarters for Outlaw. He only has enough room to stretch and do these little round kicks. He’s big enough where this does not feel good to me.
You may be a close friend or family member who recalls that I don’t enjoy being pregnant. If you know us personally, you’ve been clued in to that fact. There are some women that glow and relish in the fact that they’re growing a little munchkin inside of them. I would outsource the duty, if given the choice.
And I don’t have anything to complain about. I’m pretty tiny, as far as pregnant women go. There are folks who see me on a regular basis that are just realizing that I have a protruding belly (and therefore, am pregnant).
You can kind of see my pregnant belly. This is from Chinese New Years at the end of January. (Red-paper envelopes filled with good luck money!)
Nate swears that you can’t tell even from behind, but I think my waddle gives it away. Oh yeah, that’s one more for the bulleted list above:
I’ve started to waddle when I walk. My back is arched, my steps are wider, and I sometimes feel like a duck. Ugh.
Wait, was I telling you that I have nothing to complain about? Oops. While that’s true, I obviously complain. Mostly to Nathan. He’s a trooper for constantly listening to me… or drowning me out… or ignoring me while making it seem like he’s listening to me. Anyway, I know I have nothing to complain about. I played soccer until I was well into my 4th month (I think I quit after 18 weeks, because the season ended). I skied into my 7th month (President’s Day Weekend in Big Sky, MT was an epic way to draw my ski season to a close). I didn’t stop drinking (just curbed my alcohol consumption), and I didn’t stop going to sushi restaurants (just ordered more veggie sushi and California rolls).
So now, I’m just waiting. And chasing around a toddler. And occasionally walking the dog. And trying to get lots of sleep. And sometimes dealing with Braxton Hicks (aka fake contractions)—boo! But overall, it’s been good.
So until Outlaw comes, I’ll just keep waiting. C’mon, Outlaw, c’mon!
Yee haw! We're in Montana! (Can you see the baby bump? Can you?)
I'm drawing your attention away from my belly by all my accessories.
Our January ended with a trip to Whistler with friends, Tony, Alex, and Marina, sans Eli (who spent a long weekend with Grandma and Grandpa). I will have fond memories of this trip for a long time.
Fresh powder, even at 2 p.m.? YES PLEASE!!!
But we’ll be laughing about the calamities that could have ruined the trip for a long time as well. It’s not like we were there for a real trip or anything that could be called a vacation. We left on a Friday and returned on a Sunday. But between Tony’s passport expiration and emergency replacement, no tuna fish for the tuna casserole, and the telemark ski boots left at home in the basement while the skis arrived safely with us, we had a lot of obstacles to overcome. And we did We had a marvelous time. Tony got a new passport out of the deal, we ate smoked salmon casserole which was even more yummy than tuna casserole, and we found the only store in Whistler that rents telemark ski boots.
Tony made a bet that, after a day of skiing, we'd all be in bed by 9:45. Time stamp: 9:15.
Cheers! Apres ski!
Surprise! The Otmans and the Kaisers find each other in Whistler!
Ann, Marc, and their kids Lucio and Nico are our "Whistler" friends cuz that's the only place we've ever seen them!
Only because he’s changing so quickly am I writing another post. Partly, this is a set of milestones, and partly, this is to help Keith and Susie decipher Eli’s words while they watch him for the weekend.
Yay to a kid-free getaway, and yay to grandparents!!!
Toddler adventures
Eli climbs the magazine rack in his Halloween dog costume
Since my last “Eli update” post, we’ve had quite a few toddler adventures, including our first visit to Urgent Care at Children’s Hospital. A few weeks ago, we picked up Eli from daycare and he’d had an ‘incident.’ Apparently, he was climbing a magazine rack and tumbled off of it, hitting his eye. We took one look at his face and figured that he’d earned his first shiner. None of this necessitated a trip to Urgent Care, and Nate wasn’t even concerned enough to show me or bring home the incident report from school. He just told the teacher that it would be fine, and we went on our merry way.
But an hour later, as we were home feeding Eli dinner, Eli started projectile vomiting. Uh-oh! That’s not supposed to happen! Immediately, Nate and I started thinking about a possible concussion. We checked his eyes, we looked up ‘head injuries’ on the Children’s Hospital website, and we called the nurse’s line. As could be expected, the nurse helped us come to the conclusion that you don’t want to take any chances with a possible head injury. Even if the bruise was under Eli’s eye, he may have bumped his head and nobody realized. Better to go into the Children’s and get him checked out. So we did. And Eli was a trooper.
Turns out, we were “lucky” enough to have the onset of a cold/flu bug coincide with a tumble at school. Lucky us! Nate, me, my folks, and our dear friend Marina got to juggle Eli while he stayed home from school, sick and clingy, for the rest of the week. He got better just in time for the snow to fall, so we had even MORE days at home with him. With that much time together, we got a pretty good handle on Eli’s newfound communication skills.
Eli’s verbal words and signs
As I’ve noted before, he says “no” very clearly.
He can also say “up” very clearly, but usually he’ll just stand at your feet, hold up his arms and grunt. We ask him to say “up,” but his vocalization depends on his mood.
He’s gotten into this habit of pointing, grunting with a “ehhh! ehh!” and crying when we say “No,” or “Not now,” or “I don’t understand what you want.” Sometimes, he’ll cry himself into a fit, and it’s funny and annoying at the same time.
Most often, he’s asking for his Lovey or his Binky. Both have achieved proper noun status in our household.
For whatever reason, Eli’s named his lovey “Rah” for rabbit. It amuses me to no end that Nathan and I and everyone who deals with Eli on a regular basis calls the thing his “Lovey” and he’s decided to call it “Rah.” I guess it’s because he rarely eeks out more than one syllable, and his likes to know that “Rah” goes “hop, hop, hop” like all other rabbits. He does this on occasion—makes Lovey hop around—and it’s totally adorable.
“Bi” stands for “Binky,” and to this object, Eli’s grown more attached that I would like. He asks for his “Bi” all the time, but he only really uses it for bedtime and sometimes naptime. If we’re not diligent in keeping it out of sight, he’ll insist on having it in his mouth. In the morning (6 a.m.—much earlier than we’d prefer), he’ll wake up crying and asking for it. We’ll hear him wail, “Waaaaa! Ahhhh! Bi?” over and over until one of us decides to get up. He’ll give it up willingly once we sit him down for breakfast, but if he sees it after he’s done eating, he’ll ask for it again.
Sometimes, he’ll ask to be read to by pointing to the pile of books and saying, “book!” This would be hard to decipher without the pointing, because he doesn’t enunciate the “k” very often, but Eli loves to have stories read to him and I’m thankful for that!
Eli’s food vocabulary isn’t very large, but he’s a really good eater. When you ask him if it’s time to eat, he’ll often repeat “eat!” eagerly. And he’ll tell you pretty quickly if we wants something that’s not yet in front of him.
“Da!” – Eli will point to what he wants and you can hold up items until he agrees… Or you can just place something in front of him. You’ll know quickly enough by his adamant response if he doesn’t want it.
“Nana” or “Ana” for banana, which he’ll also sign for. (Holds up an index finger and runs his other finger up and down it, as if he’s peeling a banana.)
“Apple” – but usually what he wants is pineapple. I guess our visit to Hawaii when Eli was 6 months old has a lasting impression on him…
“Cheese” for, surprise! cheese – but he doesn’t say this too often.
Cookie – While not spoken, Eli signs for this quite often. Eli holds one hand open and points at his palm with the index finger of his other hand.
“Mil” for milk – The sign for this is opening and closing one’s fist, like you might be milking a cow.
“Jue” for juice – We try not to give him this, and if we do, it’s extremely watered down. But my parents give him watered down juice every Wednesday, and if he sees us drinking some, he’ll ask for it.
“Wa” for water – Eli’s sign for this is a pointed index finger hit against his cheek a couple of times. He asks for water more than he asks for milk.
But there are plenty of Eli’s words that could be confused with his request for water, so watch his body language. “Rah” for one, sounds a lot like “wa.” After he’s done eating, or even midway through, Eli will often ask for “a wra?” and he’ll wave his hand. He’s asking for you to wipe his hands clean. He’s definitely his mother’s child!
Favorite foods
This kid eats just about anything (thank goodness we have a good eater!), but here are a few of his favorite things:
Eli tries pistachios... and likes them!
Greek honey yogurt (or any flavored Greek yogurt). We find the thick consistency of the Greek yogurts more toddler-feeder-friendly than regular yogurt. But he likes those too
Dry cereal, especially when he can dip the pieces in the yogurt. Cheerios and Puffs work really well.
Fruit. This kid really loves his fruit, especially bananas, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and mandarin oranges (like satsumas or clementines). He’s less a fan of pears and apples, but a lot of that depends on how they’re cut.
Eggs, especially scrambled. There have been times where Eli’s eaten two scrambled eggs, plus yogurt, plus fruit for breakfast. It’s as if his stomach just expands to fit whatever he puts down!
Pancakes and waffles. These are special occasion breakfast foods, but over Christmas, we made these more often and even gave Eli some maple syrup to dip. He LOVED it.
Rice, especially with some sort of gravy. Amusingly enough, he love Thai food with rice.
Pasta. When I was pregnant with Eli, my favorite thing to eat was Mac’n'Cheese. Even the gross Easy Mac would satisfy my craving. So it should be no surprise that Eli likes pasta… of all kinds!
Recognizing animals and body parts
In my last “Eli update” post, I shared a video of Eli sharing some of his animal sounds. He’s kind of over giving animal sounds on call, but he’ll do it if he’s in the mood. Rather, he really likes pointing at the animals that he knows while you call them out.
He does like to make his Rabbit aka Lovey go “hop! hop! hop!” which can sometimes sound like “hup! hup! hup!” and could easily be confused with “up! up! up!” His hand motions for this are index finger pointed and moving his hand around like he’s hopping. He’s not quite dexterous enough to get two fingers up in the air like bunny ears, but he’s working on it.
We’ve been working with Eli on naming his body parts. He has some of them down pat, but he still gets confused on cheeks, lips, chin and ears. He’s a pro at pointing to his nose, he really knows his teeth (because we brush them every morning and every night), and he knows his head and hair pretty well. He can usually point to his eyes, and he definitely knows his feet and his toes. His where his tummy, arms, elbows and knees are remain a bit fuzzy in his mind, especially when they’re covered in clothes!
Naming body parts will probably be a fun exercise for us for many months to come.
Until next time…
OK, are you tired of reading yet? Are you even still with me? I’m tired of writing, so, until next time!
Some of the Seattle area got hit with snow over the MLK weekend. Ballard was given a pass except for a few flurries… until yesterday. To be perfectly honest, I showed up for work on Tuesday feeling a little left out. North of Seattle in Everett, folks were hunkered down. In South Seattle, Beacon Hill was complaining of treacherous sidewalks. Even a few miles east of Ballard, there was plenty of snow on the lawns and sidewalks. Heck, even Downtown Seattle had more snow than Ballard… Sunday we ventured Downtown for our friend’s 27th birthday dinner by REI and saw snowmen on the side of the road!
Ballard didn’t even have a trace of white. But that all changed on Wednesday, early in the wee hours of the morning. Outlaw woke me up around 4:30 in the morning (one thing this pregnancy has plagued me with is insomnia), and after a second of lying in bed wide awake, I realized that there might be something to see outside our window.
Outside the Kaiser home at 5 a.m.
Outside the Kaiser home at 7 a.m.
YAY! SNOW!!!
I sat and watched the snow flurries accumulate while feeling sorry for the all news reporters on the highways and overpasses who were broadcasting with up-to-the-minute, inch-by-inch tallies. And then I went back to bed, strategizing how we might sneak away to go skiing the next day…
I have never in my life played hooky from work to go skiing… until yesterday. And it was SO. WORTH. IT. My legs still ache from all the powder tele-turns. Very rarely does one experience fresh powder at the Summit at Snoqualmie, but we did yesterday. And I’m blissfully dreaming of the terrain at Mission Ridge that we’ll get to experience this weekend. YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! Can you tell I’m stoked?!?!
Even better? Next weekend, we’re going to Whistler with some friends. Thanks, Mom! For a perfectly timed condo reservation, cuz the snow is falling hard, and I can’t wait to take advantage of it! Eli is going to spend the weekend with his Grandpa and Grandma (Nate’s folks), and I’m going to enjoy a kid-free, winter-wonderland weekend to the fullest.
But what of Eli and the snow, you ask?
He LOVES the snow.
"SNOW!"
"Huh. I just slid down, and I liked it."
Wheee!!!
Trying to walk
Wednesday, he walked around all day saying, “SNOW!” which sounds a bit like “no,” except with a very nasally “n.” You can easily tell the difference between “SNOW!” and “no” by his body language: finger pointing outside with joy on his face vs. adamantly shaking his head from side to side. It brings Nate and I never-ending joy to see how much Eli likes playing in the snow.
Today, with the help of my dad (Eli’s Gung Gung), we all walked to the park and did a little sledding. Eli liked sledding on Nate’s lap much more than on my dad’s lap.
Eli does love his dad
"This is gonna be FUN!"
Sledding with Dad: Part 1
Sledding with Dad: Part 2
Sledding with Dad: Part 3
Victory walk
The snow is STILL falling after 2 solid days.
Seattle is getting restless with cabin fever. We never have snow that continues to fall for more than 2 days. Seattle isn’t sure what to do with itself, and the city has literally been reduced to pedestrians, snowmobiles, and cross-country skiers.
We may get a lot of crap for the entire city shutting down, but I’m still enjoying myself.
And who knows, maybe Snopocalypse 2012 will continue a bit longer. It doesn’t matter to us though, we’re off to the cabin tomorrow in our sturdy 4WD truck.
I should say that 2012 has begun! It’s nearly mid-January, and I have so many words in my mind… it’s been a wild ride just to break through to this new year, and I’m looking forward to things to come. In the meantime, I’ll cheat and give you some joyous highlights from the holiday season.
The day after Thanksgiving, the Kaisers ventured to Bellevue Square Mall in order to take pictures with Santa. Thanks to Susie, we’ve done this for as long as I’ve been associated with the Kaisers. This year was especially sweet, because both Hazel and Eli are at an age where they can interact with Santa. As we waited in line, the Kaisers enjoyed each others’ company. (Please forgive the repeat of some pictures, but they’re just too great not to share.)
A glimpse of Santa's workshop
Heralding Hazel and all her candy cane assessories
Eli wonders what all the fuss is all about... he'll find out soon enough
OK, I said “sweet” but maybe I should have said “hilarious.” For the second year in a row, we set the two cousins by Santa, and for the second year in a row they HATED the entire experience. Hazel definitely leads the charge on loathing Santa. See how Hazel’s disdain for Santa has grown from one year to the next? Side-by-side here are 2010 versus 2011.
Her loathing only increases with time.
Fast forward to actual Christmas when we opened presents with Eli on the morning of Christmas Eve. Eli was a little hesitant about ripping off the wrapping paper, but I think he liked the end result.
Mom! Check out my new toy!
Eli and his dad figure out the "microwave" features
And his favorite present by far was his new microwave. He found multiple uses for it… drum set, weights for strength training, and the actual microwave features. (Anything food-related makes this kid happy.)
We reseted up after opening a few more presents, and made our with to Keith and Susie’s house for more Christmas Eve fun. The plan was to celebrate Brian’s birthday, enjoy a light buffet, open more presents and head to church. We made it through all but the last activity.
Now that I look back on it, there’s no wonder Eli put his head down at 6:30 that night completely ready for bed. After starting his day with waffles and presents, and ending with Kaiser family Christmas chaos, I should have seen an early bedtime coming. But I didn’t.
Let the box races BEGIN!
Wheee!!!
We spent Christmas Day with my folks, Eli’s Gung Gung and PoPo as well as his Uncle Josh. It was small, intimate, and lovely. The best part was that we still had some time in the latter evening just for us.
Our New Year’s holiday, errr, pre-New Year’s since it was the day before NYE, was spent in Lake Joy with Mike, Shannon, and Alison Swift, and Shannon’s folks, Neil and Mary Lou. SO relaxing, and we absolutely adore the Swifts. Going to Lake Joy has always been a bit of a time warp, and this visit was no different. We had a great dinner on Friday night, enjoyed a NYE brunch on Saturday morning, and a lovely crisp walk around the lake. We ended our visit by heading to Woodinville for some wine tasting. Eli and Ali especially had fun, getting all the adults in the room to adore them.
And finally, as a parting note, a picture of “Outlaw,” Eli’s little brother. Outlaw grows, as my belly grows, and I hope he’ll be as sweet and wonderful as his brother!
It occurs to me that I should write down some of Eli’s milestones, before I forget them and let them blur into the nebulous “past.” So, Eli is 17 months old now, and I’m about to list some boring facts that might be relevant to only me and his family. But you can just deal.
Eli in the snow. It's winter time!
Eli started walking at about 14 months, and that was none too soon in my opinion, because he was starting to get awfully heavy. Now, with him walking, at least I don’t have to carry him everywhere. He only asks for “Up! Up!” when he’s cranky or super cuddly or when he wants to ‘help’ cook.
I would say “up” was definitely his first word, but that was quickly followed by “ball” and “dog.” A few cute and memorable (to me) things about Eli’s first few words: He’s been saying “up” for quite some time—long before he started walking, which served him well. But he would draw out the u, so his request would always sound a bit more urgent, “uuuuup!” or maybe even “ahhhhhhup!” So cute. And for awhile there, everything was a “dog.” In early October, Nate took Eli to Portland to play with his cousin Hazel. They went to the zoo and Nate couldn’t convince Eli that other names existed for animals…
Nathan would point out, “Look Eli, an elephant!”
And Eli would reply, “Dog!”
Nathan would ask, “Can you see the giraffe?”
And Eli would reply, “Dog!”
The funny thing about the way Eli says “dog” is it sounds a bit like “daww.” When he learned his next work, “duck,” there was barely a difference between the two. We have these flash cards, and one is of a yellow lab and another is of a mallard duck. When asked, “What is this?” Eli would very definitively say “daww” or “daah” depending on the picture. Go on, try it. Say them out loud. Not much difference, huh? But HE knew the difference, and I guess that’s all that matters
Eli’s also learned what sound a dog makes, “Whoo! Whoo!” And thanks in large part to a marvelous book that his Aunt Ailey gave him, Eli’s learning other animal sounds as well. I highly recommend, “The Little Blue Truck.” We love to read it as much as Eli likes to have it read, which is usually several times a day.
A giraffe, zebra, and horse all go “klop, klop, klop!” (Eli clicks his tongue and trots. SO CUTE.)
An owl says, “Hoo! Hoo!” which sounds only slightly different than the sound a dog makes
A cow says, “Moo!”
A sheep says, “Baa!”
And according to Eli, a duck says, “dahh!”
One of the best right animal sounds right now is for chickens, only because Eli will motion a wing flapping along with his, “Bok! Bok!”
Lest I forget, Eli also knows the word “no” quite well.
“Eli, do you want to go to bed?”
“No.”
“Eli, let’s get you dressed.”
“No.”
“Eli, did you go pee pee in your diaper?”
“No.”
I have to say, his “no” is so incredibly sweet and high pitched. One day soon, I’m sure it will get demanding and insistent, but that day isn’t now. But speaking of demanding, Eli threw his first tantrum last week. A part of me wonders if he learned this from Hazel, because Hazel threw a few tantrums during the long Thanksgiving weekend, which Eli observed. Hazel would fall onto the floor, kick her feet, and say, “No! no! no! Waaaaa-haaaaa!”
Hazel helps Eli with his hat. See how he looks up to her?
And sure enough, the next day as we were preparing Eli for school, he got upset, dropped to the floor, kicked his feet, and said, “Ahhhh-haaaaaa!” Nate and I couldn’t help but turn our heads and laugh. How amusing while it’s still novel.
Some other words (and his vocab grows every day, so this list will expand by tomorrow):
Ball
Ma
Da (for Dad)
More
Eat
Wa-wa (for water)
Ooo! (for “that’s mind-blowing amazing!”)
Ah da (for all done)
And signs that he knows and uses frequently:
Please
More
Eat
Milk
Water
Cookie
Fish
Oh, and Eli’s also a really good eater. Check this out!
November’s come and gone. I can’t believe it, but we’re officially in the thick of the holiday season. November went by VERY quickly. But we had LOTS of fun! I even got to ski, keeping the Kaiser-family Thanksgiving tradition alive where we head up to Snoqualmie Pass and ski the Summit over the long weekend. It’s not pretty, it’s not great snow, but it’s always worth it.
Thanksgiving weekend usually marks the start of my ski season, and this year proved no different. If I’d had a bit more forethought, I could have gotten a sitter for Eli for opening weekend, which I heard was gorgeously epic and early as far as opening days go. Nate was out of town for a work retreat, and Eli and I spent a sunny weekend playing around town.
Peek-a-boo!
Saturday morning cartoons!
Toybox/ cartoon-viewing seat
We went to parks, we got up early (ahem, HE got up early and therefore I had to as well) and watched cartoons, and we played and played.
New winter hat and mittens
An order of REI winter gear came in the mail as well, and Eli got really excited for the winter season. He put on all his winter gear and showed off what a good ski-kid he’ll be!
And soon enough, it was Thanksgiving weekend. We spent a wonderful amount of time with both the Ngs and the Kaisers. Bethany and Dan came into town, and we all met up at the Seattle Aquarium—Eli’s new favorite spot.
We had a great time visiting with the extended Mark family at 2nd Thanksgiving Dinner (immediately after 1st Thanksgiving Dinner with the Kaisers), and we ate so much that we literally rolled into a busy weekend of holiday activities.
We went to visit Santa, and Eli got a chance to use all his cold-winter gear cuz (as I mentioned above) we went skiing! Oh, didn’t you realize that Eli and Hazel went skiing as well? And, in case you didn’t realize this, my niece Hazel ALWAYS skis with a pink tutu.
But before I give you a bunch of pictures of all this fun, check out a video of Eli’s first run in with bubbles, thanks to Bethany and Dan, PoPo (my mom) and GungGung (my dad). I. LOVE. THIS.
And you’ve been so patient, so here’s the pictures of our Thanksgiving Weekend fun!
Turkey Trot champions and cheerers
In anticipation of Santa
Hazel's Christmas dress... and candy cane accessories
Hazel does NOT like Santa, and Eli's not really sure either
Kaiser family Christmas card... Eli's still not sure
We’re busy bees here in Kaiser-land, and I just wanted to point to Hazel’s blog. It’s got some great pics of our recent ski adventure with the kiddos. I’ll post our own pics from November soon! In the meantime, enjoy!
(The look on Eli’s face as he looks up to Hazel is PRICELESS.)
If you’re my friend on Facebook, you’ve likely seen a few of these pictures already, but they’re too cute not to share. This year, we gathered the Kaiser family and our menagerie of barnyard animals… yes, we have chickens and a Golden Retriever, but you may not have known about our bulldog and our cow.
Mrs. MacDonald had a farm. Eli, Eli, Oh! And on that farm we had a cow...
Eli was most thrilled to be a bulldog at school with all the other little kids dressed up. Orrrr not. I think the look on his face speaks, “indifference ” and maybe “boredom.” What do you think?
Our "fierce" bulldog sitting next to his dress-up buddies
Maybe he’s just glad he’s not surrounded by monkeys. I think there were no less than nine monkeys at the Halloween party we attended, which, BTW, was a BLAST! Thanks Pat and Saragh for hosting another great party. These guys know how to get into the Halloween spirit! Check out some of our monkey business (Saragh and Sydney are the witch and the bat):
Leading up to Halloween, we visited the pumpkin farm with Eli’s Grandpa. We picked out a few pumpkins, posed with some cutouts, explored the cornfield and enjoyed the gorgeous, sunny day.
Eli and Grandpa in the corn
Eli, the friendly scarecrow
And then we went home to carve the pumpkins. Eli wasn’t too thrilled with them at first. In fact, he was downright scared! But all’s well that ends well, and in the end, we had a couple of lovely carved pumpkins and a happy kid. I think this is the start of some fun fall traditions, and we’re already thinking about what we’ll be next year. Until then, Happy Halloween!
Eli wasn't thrilled at first.
But after tasting raw pumpkin seeds, he got a little more comfortable. (Was it the taste of raw pumpkin, or was it Mom
It’s been a rockin’ autumn… and it’s not even Halloween yet! We’ve been to Whistler, there’s been plenty of sunny days (or sunny hours of days), and Eli got his first taste of the Oregon Zoo and the Seattle Aquarium.
Oh, and he’s walking like a CHAMP! I’ll have to take some video of his newly acquired strut, but in the meantime, here’s some pictures and stories of our autumn adventures.
Father and son "hike" (Whistler, B.C.)
In early October, Eli and Nate spent a weekend in Portland, and in addition to playing with his cousin Hazel, Eli got to check out the Oregon Zoo. Apparently, everything was a “dog,” since that’s one of the few words Eli can say. Nate would point out the elephants, and Eli would say, “dog!” Nate would point out the lion, and Eli would say, “dog!” You get the picture… and speaking of pictures, I’m sorry to say that I have none Babies and animals are hard to capture together on a iPhone camera.
"I'm having so much fun in Whistler!!!"
"I'll drive, Mom."
I do however, have plenty of pictures and video from our Whistler weekend. We decided that a family weekend away was just the thing, so we packed the truck and headed north. It happened to be Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, which meant nothing to us except Whistler was having an enormous ski swap and sales galore. Yay!
I don’t recall the last time I was in Whistler in the fall, but I think we’ll make a tradition of it. It was GORGEOUS, and we all had so much fun! We even ran into our Vancouver friends, Marc, Ann and their kids Luciano and Nico. As it turned out, we weren’t the only ones with the idea to spend the weekend in Whistler!
Eli really started walking with confidence, and he toddled all around the Whistler playground.
Our hotel comp’d us some tickets to a kids show, and Eli toddled all around the concert hall as well… err, when he wasn’t being bumped by big kids that knocked him down.
He’s gotten so good at walking around, in fact, Eli walked all through the Seattle Aquarium last weekend. It was a rainy day, and rather than staying at home and feeling cooped up (like our chickens), we decided to visit the aquarium. As it turned out, we couldn’t have picked a better way to spend a rainy Saturday morning!
Eli’s just at the right age to take in and absorb the sights. He walked around pointing at various fish tanks and exhibits shouting, “Oooo!” and “Whoa!”
Eli takes it it
"Oooo!"
We’re pretty sure we blew Eli’s mind at the aquarium that day. And we can’t WAIT to go back, which won’t be too difficult, given we bought an annual membership. Seattle Aquarium, anyone?
I can only imagine that shortly, we’ll have memberships to all the kid-friendly places in Seattle: the Aquarium, the Woodland Park Zoo, the Pacific Science Center… What am I missing people? Post your recommendations here!
Well, all I can say is that I’m loving this age. He learns new things every day, and everything is amazing and new.
Babies and animals are hard to capture together on a iPhone camera.
