Newhalem camping, North Cascades

In August 2019 (2.5 years before I am writing this) we camped for four nights, our longest camping trip in years, at Newhalem campground in the North Cascades.   It was Dd's second camping trip after a fourth of July trip to Deception Pass State Park.

Our friends (and some of their family) joined us for one night and then my sister for two nights.  We had some really nice hikes where we hardly saw any other people, unlike on the I-90 corridor, and we toured the hydro electric dam near the campground in the dark.  On one of the middle days we visited our friends at their cabin in the Methow valley and swam with them at Pearrygin Lake.  Rounding out the trip, we visited my uncle (for the last time) and aunt in Bellingham.

Don't let Dd's smiling face in these pictures trick you.   We did have a good time, but the sleep was abysmal.   You can clearly see the four nights of the trip below where his nighttime sleep (purple) goes down from about 10 hours to 8 hours and the daytime naps are not making up for it until we get back home.   At 10 months he was still nursing and it wasn't as bright as fourth of July camping, which should have helped.   I think that at 10 months he was just too aware  of his surroundings and the novelty of tent sleeping was too much for him.   We literally spent 2+ hours a night trying to put (a screaming) baby to sleep and the rest of the night trying to get him to stay asleep.   I remember one night I think D just crashed on his own without us even saying good night because it was so loud and stressful.   One night J walked him around the campground for a long time (and then he woke up when they came in to the tent) and the next night we actually just brought the jog stroller in to the tent after walking him to sleep.   One of these nights was our anniversary and I recall a chagrined "happy anniversary" at 11 pm while Dd caught his breath between cries.

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Mid-week weekend

As a rare treat, my sister, Dd and I had a mid-week getaway to Bainbridge Island this week.   Taking the ferry is a good way to quickly get out of town to places that are actually quiet, which we all needed.     Tuesday we walked about 3 miles in Fort Ward Park, which had nice beach views, stroller friendly paths and decent shade on a warm day.  Then we stayed in a cute airBnb and Wednesday we walked 3-4 miles in Gazzam Lake Nature Preserve, with Dd in a carrier.  We had a good look at  bard owl and got to see it fly twice and enjoyed the easy wooded terrain.    All of this walking is nice for talking and was supposed to lead to napping on the go for Dd.  That aspect didn't work well though and he only napped for 35 in the stroller and 20 in the carrier.  Nonetheless he was a trooper and clearly loved looking at our natural surroundings and pointing at things.

  

everyday heirlooms

There are several handcrafted-yet-functional items in our house that bring me joy.

When I was four, my dad built us an awesome dollhouse as a Christmas present.  I played with it a lot and it's my first memory of contemplating recursion.  What if there was a dollhouse in a dollhouse in a dollhouse in a dollhouse...?  The house was passed on to D in the fall and is now inhabited by Mickey and Minnie and their assorted friends, including a T-Rex.  Rather than putting in the electric blinds D asked us for, Jack added colored lights to it, which was pretty fun during the long dark winter days. 

Next, using a word from my great grandmother Hazel's era, is the gaily colored braided rug she made.   The rug was in our rec room for my whole childhood and I have a few vague memories of my great grandma herself and her house, full of rugs and collectible spoons.  Born on New Year's Eve in 1898 in Kingston, WA she lived to be 96.  She is pictured below driving an old car and riding on a motorcycle, outside her house in the Rainier Valley neighborhood of Seattle.  She was my dad's mom's mom.      UPDATE:  My mom tells me I'm all wrong about this rug and it was actually her mom, my grandma Agnes, who made it!   She is pictured at the end of this post.

Many times a day we change diapers on the rock solid changing table Jack's grandpa, Kirk, made when Jack, his first grandchild, was born.  I think Dd must be about the 5th baby to use it.  We contributed the yellow wood stain, when we had time for that kind of thing, pre-D.

Lastly, there is the pair of over-sized pillows in our living room.  I remember having pillow races, using one to elevate my leg for months after my teenage knee surgery, sleeping with them during the constant heartburn of pregnancy and learning to nurse D while leaning on one.   The ticking and the corduroy covers were made by my grandma, Agnes, I think in the 1970s.  The feathers inside are from geese raised by Agnes's grandma, Mary, who also lived in Illinois, as far as I know.

So that means D and Dd are lounging on the feathers of their mom's mom's mom's mom's mom's geese (Cari, Janet, Agnes, Clara, Mary, GOOSE).

We can never know what random little pieces of our lives will linger and spark memories.

talking in 3... 2... 1...

Now that Dd is approaching 10 months, it is time to get excited about talking!

Baby sign language requires interlocutors who are actively looking for signs, just like understanding early spoken words requires a lot of attentive listening.  With that in mind, in the last month Dd has signed "book," "more," and "milk." 

It was exciting to see "book" signed in conjunction with saying "buh buh buh" and looking at a stack of books.  This was a few days before Dd reached 9 months, for those of us interested in accuracy :) and at the time his typical babble sound was "bah", not "buh". 

I recall that "buh" was a popular early sound for D as well (and probably most kids), though we latched on to the idea of it meaning "bus" given the context of what we saw so often on walks and out our downtown apartment windows.

Jack saw Dd sign "dad" but it has yet to be repeated.

Verbally he has said some joyful "dada" and just the other day "mommy" a few times when he was tired and a little distressed while being cared for by someone else.  (I heard it from the other room though). 

Dd is quite in to clapping and waving these days.  When we walk anywhere near a mirror in our house he starts waving in anticipation of seeing his reflection.  He claps (and slaps his knees) while listening to music, but also claps at other times.  It's funny to think that the sign for "more" so closely resembles clapping, and when you get down to it the meaning of "more" and bravo or encore are basically the same.

Lastly, a few interesting things I have read about early communication are:
- people sometimes think signing delays verbal speech, but the opposite is true
- bilingualism leads to some early confusion but does not cause delays
- extended pacifier use does lead to later speech
- leaving aside signing, speaking with lots of hand gestures is really good for learning, for babies and everyone else.
        - www.parentingscience.com/gestures "Babies exposed to lots of communicative gestures
              appear to learn language more quickly, and acquire bigger vocabularies."
        - I vividly remember how using gestures helped me understand matrix multiplication in high school.

siblings

When you tell people you're going to have a second baby, they say all kinds of quasi-mathematical things about how much harder life will be.  They don't tell you what an unadulterated joy it is to expand your heart again and to witness both of your babies doing the same. 

Nine months in to having two kids I am still waiting for the other shoe of jealously to drop, but it hasn't.  Maybe the 4.5 year age gap is a sweet spot.  It's the very same gap that has made me worry about whether they will be close, but now I am optimistic that they will be.  I hope we can be the kind of family that spends enough time together that they will always be friends who can come close to a full understanding of each other.  Right now they have a perfect match of silly energy and game adulation.  In a few months, I envision D moving from reciting books to Dd to actually reading to him.  Car rides are more fun for everyone too.  It's gravy.

I'll temper this slightly by saying that the hardest part of having two was putting Dd down for his third or fourth nap of the day when he was a newborn, when D would get fed up with being alone in the house.  He'd argue that he could stay in the room quietly, which never worked.  Through it all he was mature enough to never be upset with Dd, but only with the situation or occasionally me.

People also ask what it's like the second time around when you know more.  More than the knowledge, the increased confidence, and the hecticness, the biggest difference is that for this second baby, there is someone else who is as close as can be.

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Jack's fun first fathers' day as a father-of-two

On fathers' day we had a great day with just the four of us up at Jack's family's property.  Our present to him was encouraging him to buy himself a new proper baseball bag.  He's used my childhood swim bag for many years and it is worn out.

At the property we hiked a bit up the same forest service road we usually go up, which gives a very impressive view, ate cherries, watered the saplings and enjoyed the relative peace and quiet.

D is on the woodpile, above

up with the diplomas

Years ago my parents kindly had my McGill diploma framed for me, and it has been kicking around our house since we moved.  Similarly, our CMU diplomas in their nice but very large leather folders failed to find a home in our home.   We were talking about how we should get them framed when Jack basically tripped over a matching pair of multi-picture frames I bought at Goodwill several years ago with grand unfulfilled plans.   Jack realized they actually they were the right size and even had the same white-on-black matting as my McGill diploma. 

Jack was good with an X-Acto knife even before architecture studio, so later that night we had them framed and looking pretty good.  A week later we even got them up on the wall in their new home on a perfectly sized wall in a decidedly unpretentious room.  The price of about $8 and two hours was right and the bonus was getting things put away!

second season of t-ball for D

Jack and D wrapped up a much improved t-ball season.


via GIPHY

D now can actually play catch and will definitely be ready for coach pitch next year.   Thanks to the friends and family who came out to cheer them on!

Franklin Falls

The kids and I went hiking recently at Franklin Falls with my sister.  All the lists of good hikes for small kids recommend it and now that Dd is okay on car rides, I felt ready to brave the drive.  It was pretty and it was shorter than most hikes, but the two miles felt pretty long.  What with t-ball, baseball and family biking we have not been on the trail as much the last few months and D's hiking mindset has slipped a bit since our trip to the Azores where he happily did four mile hikes that were actually quite steep.   In any case, we made it!

Can you tell from the angle that the photo credit goes to D for this one?

voluntees

I used to volunteer, now I just volunteer my children, making them voluntees, exemplifying a great scrabble word for the argumentative people you know and love.

D is participating in a study on reading and dyslexia this summer, involving brain scans and a reading intervention billed as a "camp."  He has also participated in a few other short studies.

Dd is in a longitudinal study on autism.

The compensation is nice, but not enough to justify the time.  I find them interesting, I like to help out scientists and if either of them is dyslexic or autistic, we'd have the advantage of early diagnosis.

finally, my nose is in heaven!

Our Japanese snowbells are blooming and this year they actually have scent!  It’s just as delicious as I remember and strong enough to smell it in the office or by the front door.  The downhill tree still doesn’t look too happy but the trend is good.

D has also been a good helper in our little yard and we finished pulling out our grass today and planted a meadow mix.  Fingers crossed!

Here's my post about when we had the trees planted in February 2017.