Introducing...

Ariana Neive Hurley

Born September 19, 2010 at 7:58 AM. 7 lbs 9 oz and 21 inches.

This is Aliyah waiting before (I think she was searching for some "Law & Order" on her phone):

We were in the same prep room as last time. We also went to the same delivery room.

This is what Aliyah looks like when someone has cut her in half and is digging around in her internal organs.

Ta-dah! We know she's going to try and do things in her own unique way because she came out hand first.

The adults in this picture went to college for 8 years to learn how to count tiny tiny fingers and toes.

She can complain at ear-splitting volume, so we're sure she's part New Yorker.

She opened her eyes soon to check out mommy. That expression means "You look very different on the outside."

First group photo. There are pictures of Yarden, Mommy, Ariana, and Daddy together but they have too much nipple for public distribution.

Big James brought Deb and Alexa to visit.

James was happy there was no blood. Alexa and Deb were happy Grandpa Jay let them have turns holding Ariana.

Everything is going well. Aliyah is already walking a little and eating real food. Ariana let us take a nap in the afternoon and is eating Ariana food. Yarden is happy to see her little sister ate sushi last night. Oso and I have no idea what's going on and are eating dog food.

A Few Pictures

Yarden and I are watching "Julie and Julia" and it reminded me that it's been a while since we blogged. So here is the laziest post I could do: some pictures we haven't published yet. Lame? Maybe, but if you're a fan of this blog then we're probably giving you exactly what you want.

 

Yarden has become somewhat fixated on band aids, "medicine" (bacitracin creams), and claims the littlest bump necessitates basic levels of first aid. Maybe she'll become a doctor? I gave her a box of Sponge Bob band aids. She went through them in two days. 

ROAR! Los Angeles Natural History Museum. 
Mead fermenters in Portland, ME.
Yarden at the aquarium in Coney Island. 

Big Foot at the Cryptozoology Museum in Portland. It's also a book store where I found a great book of cocktail recipes.

Get on the Bus

Yarden decided she wanted to ride a bus. She probably thought it would be just like the song "Wheels on the Bus." There were less monkeys, but here are some pictures:

We walked to the bus stop.

We missed the west-bound bus by one light change so we had to wait.

We changed our minds and decided to go downtown. We almost missed that on too but we made it. At last we were on the bus!

The thrill wore off.

We went home.

Announcing...

Ms. Leprechaunus Maximus! She will be arriving mid to late November. Her interests include kicking, swimming, and making her mother throw up.

And congratulations to Chris, Helga, and Sofie on the arrival of Mr. Anders Albert Wilson.

 

Yarden is getting big enough to play on her own, but sometimes that leads to unfortunate incidents. Here’s a picture of one that didn’t involve poop:

  

She put on her own sun block. Right before bedtime. She was worried about getting a sunburn while she was asleep.

It’s become clear that she’s right handed. She throws and draws that way, so I guess she won’t be playing first base. Maybe she will bat clean up.

 

She is also drawing a lot. Drawing usually involves a lot of broken crayons, at least one attempt to draw on something other than paper, tearing the paper, and naming the banana shaped objects she has drawn something very Matise-like, such as “Helicopter” or "Mommy."

 

She's also become a much better conversationalist. Here’s a typical conversation:

 

Y: What are you doing Dad?

S: I’m making dinner.

Y: What are you doing Dad?

S: I’m chopping carrots.

Y: You’re chopping carrots. What are you doing Dad?

S: I’m making a salad.

Y: What are you doing Dad?

S: What do you think I’m doing?

Y: I don’t know.

S: Am I making a monkey pizza?

Y: Nooooo!

S: What do you think I'm doing?

Y: You're making dinner!

S: That's right. You're so smart.

Yarden Dance-Off

Yarden is not shy.

Despite a boo-boo on her foot that had her in tears just moments earlier, a band-aid from the waiter was all it took for Yarden to take center stage at Dar Maghreb last night.

I credit reality TV, specifically So You Think You Can Dance, for her moves.

The fearlessness I just admire.

You can watch in on youtube here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ffi3Z5xQMs

** There were somersaults too, but the camera missed them.

This post is really just for family - or anyone looking for a great LA preschool

One of the dads at Little Huntley shot a video of all the kids one Friday afternoon.
It's gorgeous and really captures Yarden and her friends.
I love this school.

Video is on the link below:
http://vimeo.com/12783091
password: huntley2010

Fathers Day = Good Eats

We started the day early - because one of us (the shortest one) insists that we start every day early. Two year olds rise with the sun with all the alert intensity of a rooster.

Sure - sometimes she'll snuggle in our bed for fifteen minutes, but she soon bores of sleepy mommy and sleepy mommy's lack of willingness to be jumped on. Sooner than I want, she demands that I get out of bed to pour her a juice and fire up the Upside Down show.

This morning though, Seamus and I beat her to the rise and got to enjoy some foul mouthed TV (Mr. Show) before little Miss PG commandeered the DVR.

We decided to go to breakfast at Huckleberry's. Those of you who see me on a regular basis will know this as the place in Santa Monica that I drove to one Saturday morning in search of the buratta and prosciutto sandwich that was featured on the cover of Los Angeles magazine's food issue.

After much classy, artisinal deliciousness we took Yarden down to Santa Monica pier and the beach. She's been talking about the beach lately and listing its virtues (kites, birds, water, sand), so we were excited to take her. On the way home, we stopped at Bay City Delis to grab take out lunch. Yes, more prosciutto - don't judge.

Tonight, we are having friends over. Seamus is whipping up a shrimp dish from Boy Meets Grill and I plan on polishing off a blender full of strawberry, mint lemonade.

What a lovely Fathers Day.

Below is a slideshow I made for Seamus.
It's about 5 minutes long.

Two!

Today she had a party at her daycare. She wore the birthday crown again which officially makes it a tradition.

Mommy made a mix CD as a party favor and Yarden danced to it.

Everyone else joined in. Daddy threw out his back while playing "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes."

Yarden blew out her candles, but also burned her lip.

That's Eli next to her. It's his birthday too.

I think right now Yarden can be summed up by explaining her new maneuver I like to call “The Armadillo.” Every morning I put sun block on her face and every time she says “Not in my eyes” and then covers her eyes; sometimes while running and that usually does not end well. When I do manage to get some on her face she smears the lotion into her eyes while attempting to wipe it off. I’ve gotten good at boxing her in between the couch and my legs, but she has come up with judo-like move of her own: She waits until my hands are covered in lotion and blocks like a boxer while simultaneously resting her thirty-ish pounds of dead weight on whichever limb is holding her up. Eventually I have to put her down or risk smearing the couch and/or my dress shirt with lotion. She folds into a ball on the floor and scoots backwards (The Armadillo) until she can make a run for it. My favorite part is that when it’s finally done and she has stopped complaining she calmly turns to me and says “Thank you Daddy.”

I’m very proud of her problem solving skills, and I’m guessing that she is on her way to becoming a lawyer because she can turn any ten minute task into a half hour.

Any suggestions?

Yarden will be 2 next month. What are we going to do for her party?

We could go to Travel Town.

But what if no one comes?

We could have a virtual birthday party.

We could do crayon/play doh sculptures:

We could have a nachos party: 

But it's so hard not to eat them before you serve them.
Any suggestions?

And while we're updating holiday pictures...

Merry christmas from Simon and Henry.

Easter Pictures

In no particular order here are pictures of Yarden hunting Easter eggs in the back yard and Yarden at the annual hunt at Cheryl's and Brent's house. 

Cheryl's and Brent's cat: 
Grace hanging out with Yarden.
The cat again:
Found a blue one:
I need a basket:
Showing Grammy:
A yellow one!
I'm crushing your egg:

Just some pictures

Yarden and Grammy eating matzo ball soup at the 2010 Seder at Margie's and David's. 
Yarden chillin' while watching Red Sox v. Yankees March 6, 2010.
Yarden watching Red Sox v. Yankees March 4, 2010. She learned to say "Boo Yankees."
Mommy was going on a trip and Yarden said goodbye.
We bought and kept hiding about 4 Easter eggs. She didn't care. She can put on the "red shoes" all by herself.  
A rare time when she lets James ride on back.

The Frog Plague.

The Fairly Boring Death of Danger Baby

Can you mourn a fictional character? A lot of people cried during the last episode of "M.A.S.H." and/or "Cheers" (cough-cough Grammy cough-cough). Does it matter if the actor playing the character is unaware that she is playing a part? Yarden has several alter egos: Upside-Down Baby, Naked Baby, Baby On-My-Head, Lumpy Couch, Snuggle Bunny, etc. But if she were a super hero her name would be Danger Baby - the Baby Without Fear. Ready to climb tall furniture in the turn of a back. Willing to leap off of changing tables whether or not the anyone is ready to catch her. Able to strip from the waist down and pee in the middle of Target in the time it takes to reach an item on the top shelf (true story). 

I know fearlessness not an unusual trait in small children but it's one that really reminds me of my (younger) self and so I find it fascinating to the point that it doesn't occur to me until later "That could have turned out VERY differently." Then I think I must have the superpower of extra fast reflexes because I always manage to catch her. But if we are both super heroes then are we a team? Are we on opposite sides? Is she my sidekick, or am I hers? And how does Oso fit into all of this? And because I'm thinking this while cooking I usually drop a lemon or a knife on/near my foot and my fantasy disappears faster than The Flash.

But on to the point: I think Danger Baby has lost her supernatural powers. On Wednesday Yarden had managed to open the can of uncooked oatmeal and shoved a couple of handfuls in her mouth. I got the vacuum to clean her up she freaked out. I didn't think too much about it until the next morning. The street the daycare place is on can be a little busy and like every other parent with a two door car and I have to multitask getting my (fearless) child out along with her lunch and extra clothes while also keeping her from running away. Solution? Putting her on top of my car and that seemed like a good idea. It would keep her near me, away from speeding cars, and contained - right? Yes, but... when I came back out of the car with all of her stuff she was freaking out again. She didn't want to be up there, but she didn't want to jump off. She was panicked.  

So what does a super hero do once she loses superpowers? Usually it's replaced with something new. In the running right now are yoga and gardening. Her after school caretaker has a roommate who will sometimes do yoga with her, but that may just be because she's offered bindi sticker dots to put on her forehead. Gardening is a natural fit since it involves playing with water and getting dirty. I just have to keep her from drinking from watering cans that contain fertilizer. I've heard that for small children it can cause them to mutate into half human, half plant creatures that don't eat bacon - essentially a Yankees' fan.

House Breaking and How OCD Develops in Early Childhood

Yarden's language skills are continuing to grow. She is trying to learn the difference between "Daddy's beard" and "Daddy's beer." She has picked up a couple of things from the new daycare for better or worse. On the upside she is clearly making words plural intentionally, such as "dog" vs. "dogs," or "boob" vs. "boobs,"; and on the down side she has picked up a penchant for declarative sentences like "Daddy sit down!," (which usually includes a push); "Give me that!,"(which includes a pointing gesture); and "I want beard." (or "beer" - I'm not sure).

The outstanding highlight of the week was this morning. It started with the incomparable and delightful sound of Yarden singing to herself in her room. Aliyah and I quietly crept down the hall to peek in on her. She caught us and smiled that really awesome kind of smile that happens when she sees Aliyah or I and that lights up a room... and then she stood up. That was when we noticed she was not wearing her pajama bottoms. Or a diaper. And then we saw there was a lot of poop in places that poop should never be: on the sheets, on her hands, on Purple Monkey, and there was a vaguely cute poop-outline of her butt on the headboard. 

We know this is not a very exclusive club. (My parents have a favorite story about me painting the walls by swinging a full diaper over my head like a lasso; I love the Delvecchio's story about Lina being very tidy about the way she soiled her own bed.) Somehow we have to get Yarden to understand not to do it again, and probably to agree to use the potty before going to bed. It’s not an insurmountable challenge but Sleepy Yarden is the wildcard version of Yarden, and because of her pedigree if she doesn’t want to do it then there is no amount of dog and monkey stickers will convince her otherwise. Maybe we’ll just get her some union-suit-style pajamas until we figure this out.

 

We didn’t need any coffee that morning; the thrill of cleaning it all up was enough. And the clean up lead to Yarden’s new favorite activity: washing hands. It is difficult to understate Yarden’s enthusiasm for washing hands. We have to lock her out of the bathroom. Yarden's obsessive hand washing would test a grandparent's patience. It's a problem most parents would like to have, but the other edge of that sword is it goes hand in hand with the new streak of not listening to direct instructions. I think she's been punished more for that than anything else recently, (and, interestingly, the more she is punished the more she is affectionate; this has been one of her most affectionate weeks and I'm not sure how I feel about how that bodes for her future but right now I can only roll with it) and by "punished" I mean she has to sit in a toddler-sized chair until I get bored of watching her sit or I have taken enough deep cleansing breaths that I remember she's not even two yet and she's not doing whatever it was too purposely make me angry (and by angry I mean makes me see bright red spots and get so tense it feels like my head is literally going to pop off of my neck). 

It's really more of a time out for me.

The defiance has created an somewhat-but-not-really-irrational fear in me that she will somehow burn herself. Of course she could burn herself; that part's not irrational. In fact she has. She touched the ultra-modern built-in wall heater last week. (She's fine. It's the best technology the 1930s has to offer.)

My fear is more of a horrific "Tom and Jerry"/Vietnam napalm carpet-bombing charred-to-a-jet-black-cinder fear. I haven't gotten much sleep for a couple of weeks because of a reoccurring dream. In the dream I am sleeping and Yarden has her back to me. I smell smoke. I realize she has gotten a hold of matches and is lighting them one at a time. I yell at her to stop but she keeps lighting the matches. Usually I wake up when I'm walking across room trying to stop her. 

What does this mean? It means that it only took 22 months of parenthood for me finally go crackers. I'd love to hear other parents' reoccurring nightmares so feel free to share in the comments section.

Hell's Kitchen Update

I just heard that Hell's Kitchen will premier on June 10th, so Cathie, Margie, Vivian & Abbie...just 3 months till you can watch televised versions of the meals you ate!

Special Birthday Video for Uncle Josiah

After trying (and failing) all night to capture Yarden's spontaneous rounds of the Happy Birthday song for Uncle J'siah, this morning she made him a bath toy birthday cake.

Here's the birthday cake - and the song!

This Girl Wants to Potty!

Yarden's language skills and hygiene skills happen to be developing at the same time, which often leads to one of two conversations. 

Mommy: Yarden, are you ready to go to the the party?

[takes off pants]

Yarden: My pod-dee? 

Mommy: No, Sofie's party. We're going to see Sofie.

[takes off diaper] 

Yarden: My pod-dee!

Mommy: Yarden, put your clothes back on. We have to go.

[half naked toddler runs away]

Yarden: My pod-dee!

OR

Mommy: Yarden, do you have to go potty?

Yarden: (singing) Happy burt-day to you.

Mommy: Thank you, not it's not my birthday. Do you have to go potty?

Yarden: Happy burt-day mommy!

Mommy: It's not my birthday. Do you have to go potty?

Yarden: My burt-day pod-dee?

Mommy: Not a birthday party. Just potty. Do you have to go potty?

Yarden: My burt-day! My burt-day!

[Yarden blows out imaginary candles, then gets half naked and runs away]

Both conversations usually result in some kind of present. I'll spare everyone the sticky details, but Aliyah and I have come to understand that having a child who is marginally more independent requires both more and less supervision. Our favorite event so far is the time Yarden asked Aliyah for a sticker (we are bribing her with monkey and dog stickers for every time she uses the potty). Now Yarden still had her pants and diaper on (for once) so Aliyah was dubious that Yarden had earned a sticker, but she agreed to check anyway and mysteriously there was some golden fluid in the potty. It turned out Yarden had taken her apple juice poured some in there. 

There's other hygiene-language comedy going on. We're trying to get her to understand that while she is technically correct "wipe your mouth" does not mean she should shove the napkin inside her mouth and scrub down her tongue. This is usually preceeded by Yarden asking for one of the lingering jars of baby food, which she calls "apple sauce."  Old MacDonald apparently only has ducks on his farm.  She finally outwitted us and peed on the couch. Actually that last one wasn't funny.