Giles made me upgrade. We all know how much I hate upgrades. So, as usually happens when I upgrade, everything’s broken and no longer works properly. Hopefully, the galleries will be working again eventually.
Sep
22
We’ve returned from the great wedding/honeymoon/Great Debastardiztion of 2009, and have (mostly) settled back in. We’re working on babyproofing the house (a little late) – installing doors on the bookshelves and figuring out a way to make the TV not such a giant, tempting and expensive baby hazard.
Felix spent two weeks or so with Giles’s mother in France, and seems to have had a great time. He got lots of quality time in with his cousins, including some more embarassing tub shots! Sweet!
Sep
12
Felix in the tub. I’m just stockpiling embarassing photos for his teenage years, and what better place to store than them on the interweb?? Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I didn’t post any with the family jewels in them.
Aug
22
First of all – giant APOLOGIES for taking so long to post an update. Things have been busy with all the wedding planning and work and – most of all – an increasingly mobile Felix.
I never thought I’d so miss the days when he would just lay there… and I could leave the room and go to the bathroom or whatever and come back, and he’d be in the same position. Those days were LOVELY. Now, in comparison, I think Felix is faster than me. He’s completely mastered crawling (still the strange, one-legged, vaguely piratical crawling), and pulls up on all the furniture. He’s walking while holding onto the furniture or our fingers, but no solo treks just yet.
Anyway, here’s a nice, big, long-overdue pile of pictures for you all.
Jul
6
Happy Independance / Freedom from America Day!
We took Felix to the beach yesterday. A nice, crowded, not-so-relaxing day at Coney Island… Felix seemed to enjoy eating sand off his pacifer and screeching in his sun-tent. However, he was absolutely terrified of the waves. Since he’s been enjoying splashing around in the tub (er… kitchen sink) so much, I thought he’d get a kick out of playing at the water’s edge. Nope. He stood there staring at the water, and the first teeny tiny wave that touched him set off unhappy shrieks and lots of clinging. He wasn’t even digging the teeny tiny waves from the safe vantage point of four-feet above. Poor thing. I’ve probably traumatized him for life.
Sadly, we forgot the camera, but got a few shots on my phone.
May
28
Here’s a link to a short video we took of Felix the other day…
May
22
Besides the new apartment, Felix is also enjoying a new point of view – upright! He’s managed to go from very-supported sitting to sitting on his own in about a week. He still needs help getting up, but has gotten really good at staying there. Even better, he (usually) doesn’t cry anymore when he topples over. He’s also hanging out on his stomach a lot more, rolling all over the place, and… not quite crawling, but at least scooting… backwards. It’s pretty funny, because he’ll try to move towards something and just go the wrong way. Then he gets really frustrated and starts screaming. Anyway, sitting up means a whole giant pile of sitting-up pictures, obviously!
May
22
A few weeks ago, Steph and Navah came over so that Steph could check out the new place and Felix could check out Navah. The babies seemed to have a good time grabbing each other’s faces and just hanging out. SO CUTE.
May
4
Felix had a hard time sleeping for a few days in a row. He was a tiny bit cranky – nothing terrible really. Then on Saturday morning I felt his gum, and it was sharp. Felix has his first tooth!
I would put up a picture, but whenever we open his mouth to even look at the tooth, he sticks his tongue over it…
Apr
20
Felix (a.k.a. The Magnatron) got to exercise his passport – making his first airplane trip a doozy by heading all the way to France to visit Giles’s mum and some of the dudes from London.
The flight over went pretty well (leaving aside some last-minute lost-visa-document-shenanigans). It was an overnight flight, and we got the bulkhead row seats with the built in bassinet for Felix. He was almost too big for it. The flight attendant didn’t even realize he was there: we had to flag her down to get the baby seat belt as we were just about to take off. He really was about as good as one could hope for a baby on an international flight.
We arrived in Geneva to gorgeous weather – it was even warmer there than New York. Felix got in some quality grandma time (and learned to share his blanket with the very excited Biggles), and we got in a few days of skiing (more successful for Giles than for me. I barely left the green trails, and when I did it was basically disastrous). It was incredibly warm – I didn’t wear a hat or gloves the whole time, and had to downgrade to a windbreaker instead of a jacket. Giles managed to get an awesome sunburn on his face, and I got an awesome sunburn on my scalp. His was redder, but mine was definitely sexier when it started to peel (EW). Adam broke his snowboard and Tom broke a rib. I think the only one to get through skiing unscathed was Dougal, who we also have to thank for his amazing paparazzi skills.
