Thursday, April 19, 2007
We finally made a trip out east to see my new niece and to have Noah get to know his cousins a little bit. The trip was great--including the flights--and it was just so pleasing to see Noah playing with his cousins. We even had an egg hunt in the backyard in spite of the unusually cold weather. Note Noah's funky firetruck easter basket. They didn't make those when I was young.
On a side note, it was interesting to see Noah next to his cousin Matthew who is only 6 months older. Followers of this blog know that we're always aware of Noah's size, and he and his cousin are at completely opposite ends of the size spectrum. At two years old, Noah is the size of a typical 15 month old while Matthew is close to many four year olds. Amazing.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Lots of things have happened since the last post, the biggest being that Noah turned 2. He had a great birthday party down in San Diego and got lots of cool presents (thanks everyone). Noah has also hit that most notorious landmark, the "terrible" twos. Actually, he's not that bad, but we have begun giving him timeouts and are really working to teach him how to play nicely with others. On the fun side, he is talking like crazy. It's so fun to have conversations and see him as a little boy now. Time is flying!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Whew! We just went through probably our worst 3-5 days since Noah was born. He caught a stomach flu that apparently is ravaging many kids all around the country. For us, that meant lots of vomit and diarrhea. The first night, Noah starting vomiting at 2am and threw up every 15 minutes for about 3 hours. It only took us four times before we wised up and put towels all around the floor. Although things calmed down in the daytime, he started up again the next night at 2am on the button. The third day, he decided he had enough vomiting and decided to shoot things out the other end. Yup, explosive diarrhea. We're talking about the kind no diaper can contain. Fortunately, that wasn't very frequent, but it lasted for almost 3 days.
Noah is almost back to normal now. He caught a cold as soon as his flu passed, but even a cold seems like heaven compared to what he had before. Let's hope he can stay germ free for the rest of the winter.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
For those who didn't know, we just returned from a week-long trip to Sydney. It was a great trip, but really tiring. This was my first time travelling by air with Noah, and it was about what I expected. The 14-hour plane rides each way really sucked (more on that below). Also, the jetlag was tough because Noah wanted to run around in the middle of the night (and is now doing that all over again here). Finally, he missed a lot of naps because we were out running around the city. Still, Noah was very patient and pretty nice overall. Here are two pictures taken around the Opera House/waterfront area. I'll try to post more about the trip in the Hobie blog (which I never use), but I'll just say that the Opera House, the Harbor Bridge, and the entire Sydney Harbor is as beautiful a city sight as there is -- and that's from someone in the Bay Area.
Ok, enough positives. Now, more about the sucky plane ride. Since Noah was born, I've, of course, become quite sensitive to the many aspects of daily life that are family (or kid) unfriendly. I would put airline travel right up there at the top. Here's the story: for some reason, we could not reserve seats on this flight. I don't know if that's an international rule or something, but we just couldn't. We couldn't two months before our flight, we couldn't a month before, we couldn't the week before we left. I kept emphasizing to the airline that we are travelling with an infant and need to sit together. So what happens on our way back? Mariam and I are booked into row 32. Noah is sitting in row 51. Nice. Of course, one of us could've switched with Noah, but we wanted to sit together to share the burden of handling him. I pointed out to the woman at the desk how obsurd this was, and she basically had no response other than telling us to try to get someone near us to move. Well, of course neither of the two jerks sitting by us wanted to move because we had a bulkhead seat with a few more inches that a normal seat. Come on people! It's not like I just want to trade your minimally comfy seat for my horrendous space. Obviously, we have a child with us. Well, finally, one person was willing to trade, albeit begrudginly. And as for the person in 32G: you're an asshole. I know you'll never read this, but you're an asshole. This guy wouldn't even look at me as I asked him to trade. He just said "No", then went back to reading his book. No explanation, no "Sorry, but my knees hurt" or something. Just "NO". Dickhead.
The airline workers were horrible also. They didn't really even try to help convince the other passengers to move. Nor were they helpful at all with Noah. Note to all stewards/stewardesses: when you see a family coming down the aisle with a carseat, two baby bags, a baby food cooler, a stroller, a backpack, and a child on the hip, give them a fucking hand. Don't just stand two feet away smiling and watch as they try to put stuff in the overhead bin. Oh, and United is officially the worst airline in my book. just to put that out there.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Ok, so it's been close to a million years (ok, not quite 2 months) since I last posted. I just figured no one ever looks here. But then Jennifer down the hall said I need to update this damn thing. Ok, here are a few quick pictures from our recent trip to Muir Woods. Noah wasn't as interested in the huge redwoods as he was with all the pine needles on the ground. I guess when you're that short, you focus to things closer to eye level.