We were in Nevada with family for Christmas. We celebrated Christmas Eve and Christmas day with the Kandt family, going to church Christmas Eve. At one point during the service, during a quiet moment, I was holding you and you were facing backward. You spotted a little girl sitting immediately behind us and shouted, “Hi! Hi! Hi-iiiii!”. It was pretty funny. You also went up with your cousin for the children’s story time, and while the story was being read you spotted a camel in the book and shouted “CAMEL!”. That solicited even more laughs.

Christmas morning we open presents then we headed to the Lake to Kyle’s house. We went for a walk and you loved sledding down a hill and being pulled in the sled around the neighborhood. There were many snowmen all over the neighborhood, and you enjoyed spotting them and inspecting each one. We stayed at Kyle’s for a couple days, and enjoyed the slower pace in the mountains, relaxing with family, and getting to spend some time with little Liam. You did very well with your new cousin, saying “pat” and “gentle” when you wanted to interact with him. You loved giving him kisses.


Late in the week we headed to Minden to meet up with your grandma and grandpa, as well as Gretchen, Matt and your cousins. You had lots of fun playing with them, and Saturday we headed up to the lake for pictures and playtime. You loved throwing rocks into the lake, and spent probably an hour doing just that. We couldn’t get you to leave!




We headed back to Reno that afternoon and attended Liam’s baptism the next day. Although a bit of a hectic trip with a new location every day or two, it was so nice to spend the holiday with family, and to get to see everyone on both sides of the family.

A week into the trip we took the Eurostar train through the Chunnel to Paris. It was such a fun experience, and a much better way to travel than by plane. We were able to spread out, enjoy the scenery, and face each other to enjoy some lovely conversations. Plus, the never-ending supply of provided food and beverages (wine) were a great benefit. You slept most of the way there.

When we arrived we went out for dinner then settled in for the night. There was no pack-n-play in this apartment, and I was delighted to find a rolled up bedroll in nana and papa’s room. I folded that in half, put a sheet on it and pillows around the perimeter, and we placed it in one of the corners in our bedroom. We were wondering if you’d sleep soundly on it, and thank goodness, you slept great the entire week.

We spent our first morning at Jardin des Tuileries, a beautiful park to the south of the Louvre, trying to let you play so that we could go to the museum and you’d hopefully nap. It was such a picture perfect Parisian morning. The leaves were changing, you were in a happy mood, we snacked on baguettes and coffee and relaxed in the park chairs. We found a carousel and you rode it, then you found a spinning piece of playground equipment that you loved. A sign stated it was for kids three or older, and when I looked over and saw that your dad had put you on it I think my heart stopped for a second as I thought you’d go flying off. But over and over, around and around you went, and you kept asking for more and more time on it. I couldn’t believe how you never tired of it.

Your dad was so excited to get a picture of you ‘photo bombing’ Mona Lisa in the Louvre, but amazingly, you feel asleep literally as we walked up to the painting and so, alas, your first Mona Lisa viewing (and accompanying photo bomb) will have to wait for another visit.

We visited the Arc de Triomphe, where you quickly made a new, older friend. You pulled her all around the viewing platform, around and around, and it was interesting to see you take the lead and guide such an older child around unhesitatingly. You had fun exploring and playing with your little friend, and we were happy to have you entertained while we enjoyed the view a bit.

I did capture the sweetest picture of you and your dad up there, one that I can’t wait to frame and have next to my desk at work.

We also took the train out to Versailles for the day, where strollers are not allowed and you fell asleep in my arms, where you slept as I enjoyed the tour of the palace. Outside we enjoyed a picnic with everyone by the water of the Grand Canal, where your dad paddled me around five years ago when we were here on our anniversary.

Aunt Jen spotted ponies in the distance, and I knew immediately that we’d take you to ride one, and knew almost as surely that you’d love it. We sat you on the pony and you immediately had a huge grin on your face, no hesitation or fear at all. We walked along the path and you just took it all in, happily looking around as we walked but mostly just staring at the horse. At one point the horse got spooked and lurched a bit then neighed, and you immediately signed and said ‘all done’ and wanted off; I held you for a minute or two and then you wanted right back on. When the ride ended you signed for more. I hope you don’t someday ask for a pony.

We celebrated Halloween in Paris by donning Halloween-themed temporary tattoos, every single one of us.

The apartment in Paris had no bathtub, a logistical challenge thankfully easily overcome by the presence of a large kitchen sink. And thus, you had your first sink bath! We never bathed you in a sink when you were teeny as many people often do; we had a baby bath that we used from day one. So when we plunked you into the sink, it was quite the novelty. And of course now you’re big enough to realize that it was a bit odd. But, you had lots of fun, and especially liked playing with the colander that we’d improvised as a toy for you.

On this trip we struggled more than we ever have with keeping track of your shoes and socks on this trip, probably because you were in the stroller so much, and because taking them off provided you a source of amusement apparently. But we were constantly realizing you’d taken one or the other of these items off and dropped it, and we’d immediately stop and hunt down the missing item. Unfortunately towards the end of our trip the hunt was unsuccessful, and we left Paris minus one tiny Nike tennis shoe.

We ate a lot of french fries, in London on account of the copious amounts of fish and chips we were ordering, and in Paris because they seem to come with almost every meal. You have long been a fan of french fries, but just on this trip started enjoying them with ketchup. Or, to be more exact, I should say you started enjoying ketchup, because you’d just dip the same french fry into the ketchup, over and over, never actually eating the fry…

Our last day in Paris we visited the Eiffel Tower, where we were sad to encounter a huge line, and where we instead decided to focus our energies on the carousel, which I’m sure made you much happier than traipsing up a bunch of steps. The one at the Eiffel Tower is two stories, and you had fun on both the bottom and the top, though seemed to most like a stationary car, which didn’t go up and down, but which had steering wheels that turned and kept you happily entertained.

We’ve been in London and Paris for the last two weeks, and just got home Sunday. You did amazing, and made me so proud of the little traveler that you are. Brett made a comment that if we can travel with you at this age, we’ll be able to travel with you at any age, insinuating how your current age is probably one of the most difficult ages to travel with. But you did wonderfully.

Nana and papa were on our flights to London. It was great to have them along to help with getting all of our gear to the airport and checked in, and just generally helping keep you content and entertained. We had an overnight flight from DC to London, and we tried to get you to fall asleep almost immediately after takeoff. You just weren’t that tired, and were too stimulated by the lights and sounds, and it was difficult to get you to sleep. But once you fell asleep, you slept until we landed.

Once in London you had great fun running around the arrivals terminal while we waited for your Uncle Brett, Aunt Jen and Cousin Kyle to arrive. We made a little sign for you to hold for them that said those words (Uncle Brett, Aunt Jen, Cousin Kyle) on it, and thought it was so funny to line you up, holding your sign, next to all of the limo drivers. You were so cute with it, but tired of it quickly. Once they arrived we took the train to our apartment, and discovered we couldn’t access it for another four hours or so. Everyone headed to lunch, and we headed on a walk with you hoping we could get you to sleep. You feel asleep before we’d even made it a block away, so we went back and joined the group for lunch. Afterward we walked to the British Museum, where you woke up and enjoyed looking at the Egyptian section the best.

We were all exhausted and tried our hardest to stay up to a reasonable hour. You made it to around 7:30 pm, and we went to bed shortly thereafter. You awoke once in the night wanting milk, but otherwise slept soundly.

The week was filled with seeing all of the must-do London sites, most of which your dad and I had done, but a couple we had not.

Some highlights include:

* Your love of the red, double-decker London buses. Upon seeing them you’d say ‘bus’ and then immediately sign for more. We tried to explain that we couldn’t make them appear on-demand, but that if you kept a lookout for them you’d likely see some more. Your Aunt Jen bought you a ‘Wheels on the Bus’ book, which plays the tune when a button is pushed. You wanted to read that book over and over; we finally realized we needed to hide the book before bedtime because it got you too excited.

* We took a ride on the London Eye – a first for all of us – and it was so fun. You loved it! You enjoyed running around and looking out at all the different views, and also liked to look down. The ‘eye’ part gets pretty high, and we were amazed at how much you enjoyed looking down the entire ride, never showing trepidation or hesitation.

* We sought out a park one day so you could burn some energy off with your cousin, and landed at the Princess Diana Memorial Park in Kensington Park. It is amazing, one of the best parks we’ve ever been to. It is staffed and only adults accompanying children are allowed. It is large, with unique and different equipment than we’ve ever seen, including many that make sounds, and overall it was just a great, peaceful place. You made some friends and didn’t seem like you ever wanted to leave.

* One afternoon your nana, Aunt Jen and I took you to Harrods. We headed for the kid’s toy floor, and although it was a bit overwhelming to me, you had a blast. You found some electric cars and loved the multi-thousand dollar Ferrari.

Luckily we were able to distract you from the cars with a play stroller (a pram) and a baby doll, and you pushed it all over the store. Jen watched and played with you while I picked out some books and tried hard to choose a teddy bear for you. I wanted badly to buy you a Harrods teddy bear on your first trip to London. But you could’ve cared less about the bears, and you have many at home, so I decided to forgo the purchase. In the end you got a handful books, one entitled ‘The Tiger that came to Tea’, which has become a favorite. In the book there is a page where a little girl offers the tiger sandwiches, and every time we read it you reach out to the plate, pretend that you’re grabbing a sandwich, and then offer it to either myself or your dad, and then also get one for you to eat. Sometimes you give one to the tiger. It is fun to see you starting to engage in this type of pretend play, and also to see how giving you are (with your pretend sandwiches).

* We took the Tube many times while we were there, and you took to saying ‘choo chooooo’ whenever we’d mention train or when we’d go on one. Sometimes you’d say ‘bye bye choo chooo’ when we’d get off or when one would zoom past. I’d never previously heard you say train or choo choooo, so I’m not sure where that connection came from.

* One of my favorite restaurants in the world, Wagamama, is in London, and we took you there. At Wagamama I ordered a fresh juice, which I presumed you might enjoy sharing with me. It was celery, lime, apple and mint, and you loved it. I took a picture of you blissed out while drinking it, and it just melts my heart. I’m so glad to know you share my love of Wagamama. While eating there I was reading some information on the restaurant on the menu and discovered that Wagamama means naughty child in Japanese. I found it very fitting for you my cute, smart, energetic, and sometimes naughty child.

* The apartment that we rented had a few toys, and one was a wooden caterpillar with a long string that you could hold onto and pull it behind you. You have a frog just like it at home, and we actually pondered bringing it because it’s been really useful on past trips to keep you entertained walking up and down hallways and around hotels. Well this was the same; you loved it. Whenever we were home you’d grab someone’s hand and the caterpillar in your other hand, and head them both to the door. You spent most of the walks with Papa, walking up and down the halls, but I know Jen and others did some walks with you as well.

* On this trip we used elevators a lot, mostly in our apartment building and in the Tube stations. You quickly learned the word ‘push!’ (always said excitedly!) and would either just start pushing buttons (if they were low enough) or ask to be raised up so you could push the button. In almost all elevators there the alarm button is way down low, in perfect reach of your curious, pushing little fingers. We learned quickly to keep an eye out for those and to steer you clear of them.

I had to go to Irvine, CA for two weeks for Solar Decathlon, one of my favorite work events. Knowing I couldn’t go two full weeks without seeing you, we arranged for your dad to come out with you and I for the first few days, then for Nana and Papa to come out and watch you while I worked and after your dad returned home. We went a day earlier than I needed to be there for work so we could head to San Diego and catch up with friends. We first went to the birthday party for the son of one of your dad’s best friends. Despite knowing nobody there, you did great, blended right in, and had a great time playing with all of the toys and children. After that we headed to San Diego and met up with our friend Katy. We went out to dinner than to a park, where you played and played until it got too dark to play anymore.

On Sunday your dad left and Nana and Papa watched you while I worked. Over the next few days you guys would explore during the days while I worked, then we’d meet up in the evenings for dinner and bedtime. You went to Balboa Island, San Diego Zoo, two children’s museums and the Orange County Great Park (OGCP), where Solar Decathlon is being held). At the OGCP there’s a free carousel, and you had your first carousel ride. Then your second and third and the count was lost as you went again and again. You loved it! I met up with you guys and got to go on it with you, and you were so cute. You’d hold on tight to your own animal, riding it all by yourself. The carousel played music, and when it would end between songs you’d clap and say ‘yeahhhhh’. When it started again you’d say ‘Up! Downnnnn. Up! Downnnnn.’ You were so cute.

I’m sad I didn’t get to spend more time with you exploring the area, but I’m so grateful your dad, nana and papa could come out and help out while I worked. Every day I realized how blessed I am to be able to have you here with me; what a fun trip!

You are learning new words at a rate faster than I can keep up. A friend of mine has a blog similar to this and on it posted about her son’s learning of words. It included a list of words and the approximate day he learned them. I liked the idea and planned to do the same. But I cannot keep up! You’re learning multiple new words a day. I came home from work one day and you were saying ‘neck’ and ‘elbow’, quite random words but you have them perfected. Your dad reported last night that you’re saying carrot proficiently, and you excitedly yell ‘CAT’. My favorite is when you pick up one of our phones, stick it to your ear and happily exclaim, ‘HIIIIIIIIIIIII’. We need to get a video.

I’ll try to remember them all, but you say: hi, up, down, no, more, sit, carrot, elbow, neck, cat, dog, uh oh, wow. Way more than this, but I can’t remember them all.

So, you have started biting kids at school. At first it was a rare occurrence, a couple of incidents in the first couple of weeks. The last week it has become a daily occurrence, a cringe-worthy news item we receive when we pick you up. It’s been mostly the same kid, a little boy named Jonathan, who you keep taking issue with. The teachers indicate it is either a space issue or he is trying to take a toy from you, you get upset, and bite. It’s complicated by the fact that you’re not yet talking, and unable to simply tell him ‘no’ or to stop. This is really becoming a problem. We’d hoped that once you settled in and got to know the kids and the routines, you’d stop, but it’s becoming worse. Twice you’ve broken the skin (on two different kids)!

This week the teachers brought in another teacher to observe and help them strategize about what to do. They gave you a teething ring and are encouraging you to bite that when you’re upset. They’re also obviously keeping a very close eye on you so they can stop incidents before they happen. But with up to eight kids in the room, there’s only so much oversight they can provide. They did indicate yesterday that at one point you were frustrated and walked over and grabbed your teething ring and bit it. Success! I’m hopeful this is a breakthrough for you.

Well, we finally had an evaluation with the free, state-funded early intervention program to assess your speech delay. They determined that you have a very minimal delay, they were virtually unconcerned, and you certainly didn’t qualify for assistance through their program. The therapists there did state that your attending daycare will likely be very beneficial for you and we should see your language development pick up with your emersion in school.

And it’s true! First, we have clear dada and mama, nana and papa. Over the last week you’ve added Emma (a little like ama) to your repertoire. You also have ‘uh-oh’, introduced by your papa about two weeks ago, which you initially said over and over, but which you are now starting to use at some appropriate times (drop a toy…un oh). Ha! You’re still doing ba and da for things like ball and balloon and dogs, but you’re exploring new sounds, things like mo (for more), Bubba and shhhhh (with hand and tiny finger held up to your lips). You do up, up, up when climbing the stairs at the playground (said on each step as you work your way up), and dow, dow, dow when climbing down, though you still have yet to say ‘up’ when you actually want to be picked up. You’re also mimicking us more, and just yesterday we said ‘wow’ which was reciprocated by a hearty ‘WOW’ by you. It’s so fun! It’s also neat to hear your voice, and to hear words come out of your mouth. So happy for you that you’re progressing so nicely recently.

Your hair is getting quite long. In the back you have a little bit of curl, but your hair is mostly straight everywhere. You still will not put up with a hairclip, and usually pull it our right after I put it in. You’ve lately started liking headbands, and right after I put it on, you grab my hand and glide me to the bathroom, where you gesture for me to pick you up so you can see yourself in the mirror. Upon seeing yourself, you smile big and turn to the left and right while admiring your cuteness. I’m thinking I’ll buy a little mirror to put on the ground for you so you can glance at yourself whenever you’d like.

In the front, your hair has gotten so long that it often falls into your face and over your eyes. It actually doesn’t seem to bother you, but it bugs me; I would just think that it’d be really annoying. So I’m constantly trying to clip it up, or pull it up into a ponytail. The teeny tiny rubber bands stay in pretty well, as you have a hard time pulling them out. For a couple of months now I’ve been able to pull your hair back into one ponytail on the side of your head. But by the time I get that one in, you are usually sick of having your hair done, and I’m not able to try for pigtails. But today I finally got two pigtails in – the first time ever – and it is adorable. We went to a BBQ for your dad’s work, and everyone commented on your hair. Too cute!

Tomorrow is your first day of ‘school’, daycare really. You’re going to be going three full days a week. This decision has been a hard one, and one that we’ve actually been thinking about for over a year, when we placed you on the waitlist. With Rachel going back to school and a spot opening up at the daycare, the timing seemed perfect. The schedule that was available was exactly what we were looking for, and that, too, seemed like a sign. I’m trying to view all of these happenings as serendipitous.

We’ve gone with you to visit the daycare three times, staying with you and while you played for about an hour. Each time you’ve done great. You’ve fit right in, showed no hesitation with the other kids or the teachers, or the new surroundings. On all occasions you just took off exploring, or joined in whatever activity they were doing. I also hope this is a sign of good things to come.

But it is a big transition. It’s your first time in a group daycare setting, your first time sleeping on a cot in a room full of other little ones, your first time sitting at a table and eating. That’s a lot of firsts. I’m trying not to process this too much; perhaps it is more of a stress on me than it is for you.

Here’s what I hope you’ll gain out of this experience: I hope that you continue to grow your independence, enjoying time away from us to explore and become your own little person. I hope you are challenged but not broken by these changes; that you learn to be social, polite, and friendly. I hope that you thrive in this new setting, surrounded by new toys and activities and people. I hope you learn to sit down and eat!

We are still having a hard time getting you to sit and eat. We try the highchair, but sometimes we can’t even get you in it. You kick and scream and arch your back, and we literally cannot put you in the chair. We’ve tried sitting at your little table inside, which requires your dad and I to sit on the floor and you to sit on your little chair. A couple nights ago we tried this. There are two little chairs, and you kept getting up and moving from one chair to the other (with some diversions in between). So the next night I had the second chair, and you seemed unhappy with the chair that was at the table. So I brought two other chairs for you to try. One was your outside lawn chair, and you kept slouching down in it and having a great time kicking the table and putting your feet up on the table. But you were not eating. The next night we tried to sit at your outside table, which is a miniature picnic table. But inevitably, after just a couple minutes, you end up walking off and playing.

Frankly, our greatest successes come when you’re in the bathtub; you can’t move and we’re able to get a lot of food in you. But that is silly. This is becoming frustrating because we can hardly eat out together; one of us has to take you and walk around while the other quickly eats. You also are eating barely any food. Hopefully we’ll find some type of food that you’re so excited about you will sit down to eat it; I keep searching and searching for a food item you’ll love. So far you’ve really liked cheese and lately it is grapefruits, or oranges. But there are times when we can’t even bribe you into the highchair with those.