1.31.2011

Monday's Child

49 Weeks


Violet sits entranced by Daddy's vacuuming skills. Does she look tired enough for bed yet? We've had a couple late nights, including one at Grandma's when this little munchkin got to stay up until 10 p.m! But the grandparents were having such a good time, no one wanted to be the first to shut their eyes.

We spent the weekend in Peachtree City so I could go to book club (first time without Violet... awesome!) and celebrate my birthday with all the folks. My mom cooked a big lasagna lunch, Lee Anne made red velvet cake, I got some fun new things (clothes, stuff for the house... these days it's the necessities that get me excited!) But perhaps the best present was getting to drop Violet off with my in-laws while I got some shopping done and enjoyed book club. Now that Violet is crawling, watching a movie while running defense just isn't possible, especially at someone else's house. I was really able to relax and enjoy my time with my favorite girls, even though it meant leaving my girl behind. We had actual adult conversations with each other! And they weren't about the baby! It was refreshing. Of course, I promised to host next month so Violet can once again be the star attraction - what can I say, my pals love her!

Today when I picked Violet up from daycare, I stood on the other side of the half wall and watched her play before I announced my presence. It is so nice to see how much fun she has there when I'm not around. She was so busy with all the toys, standing up and walking with the push toys, playing happily by herself. Sometimes I wonder if she really is okay there, but moments like that reassure me that she is.

30th Birthday Press Release


From my dad:
"Stine, here’s a bit of exaggeration and hype and make-believe fun from a doting dad, wishing happy birthday to a gorgeous daughter.

Frank and Berit Fortunato are pleased to announce the 30th birthday of their daughter, Kristine Fortunato Loughman. 

Thirty years ago Kristine let the world know that she was in charge, and ready to take on life with vigor. Her nine months had arrived and she was still in the dark womb. It did not take long for this eager, restless, take charge baby to move into action—kicking in morse code the words  “Now, Now.” Exhausted, she started coughing and swallowed fluids. The doctor moved into quick action, removed her surgically and placed her in an incubator for observation. Not knowing what had gone on, and discovering her in the incubator, her father sent urgent messages around the OM world asking for prayer for her. From every continent, people started praying for this little one. Heaven responded, and kept her alive and in answer to all those prayers she was endued with remarkable skills that blossomed from the start. Not everyone has the privilege of entering life with prayers from around the world focused on them.

Her early years were spent on a mission ship. When asked about her father’s role as the ship director, she wisely knew to protect his security and identity before hostile journalists, and answered “he reads books.” When probed further, she replied: “he drinks coffee.”

Kristine’s next chapter was in New Jersey in the mid-eighties. Here she discovered play dough, and obsessed with creating works of art. She made some of the world’s most original and stunning replicas of amoebas, knee caps, and used soap bars. On a walk with her father, a policeman pulled up in his police car and asked her if she knew the name of the man who was walking with her, holding her hand. Knowing she could send her father to prison as a child molester, she protected her father yet again, and simply stated: “his name is Daddy.”

Moving to Georgia, Kristine started re-discovering her special skills and take charge vigor. She won a prize for the most books read over the summer. It is reported the number of books was just under 10,000 volumes. Owing to years of being home schooled under the careful tutelage of her world-class mother, Kristine entered public school and breezed through middle and high school never having seen anything but “A’s” on her report cards. She graduated with salutatorian honors. Ever the savvy one with money, she knew how to stretch her allowances, and early on became an amazing financial planner. Rumors are out there that she loved buying Starbucks, one per year.

Into her collegiate years Kristine was ever the take charge wonder woman. Again her report cards were saturated with “As” despite the fact that she was in a very demanding journalism school. She graduated with high honors. It was during her college years that her take charge craft resulted in her planning and staging a series of break downs in her apartment, pulling out wires, smashing fuses and the like, hoping the men in a nearby apartment would come to her rescue. Sure enough, before she put into place her ninth breakdown--set the house on fire--she met and married the man of her dreams, Matt Loughman.

As she entered the workplace, she landed a job at a “Ma-n-Pa” local newspaper and had to work during all holidays, work without sick pay, record the length of bathroom breaks, and the like. That did not hinder her from writing prolifically for the newspapers and managing a classy woman’s magazine.

Ever the take charge woman, she decided to both get a master’s degree while arranging to start a family at the same time. Knowing she brought in the world a new generation of an eager, take charge newborn, she had to decide between naming her Violent or Violet. She settled on the latter. From all indications, it appears the newborn is a chip off the old bloc, and the new “blog.”

Reflecting back over thirty years, her parents are bursting with joy and pride to watch how she has become a mighty, gorgeous, intelligent, delightful, skilled woman, bursting with life and the life of the party. How could it be anything less as she entered the planet under the canopy of people from across the planet praying for her from day one. We are eager to see what’s ahead for  the next 30 years in the exciting life of this wonderful woman."

When you put it that way, Dad, turning 30 doesn't seem so bad!

1.29.2011

Eat Your Heart Out

I've hinted a little bit about the challenges that have come along with Violet's graduation to self-feeding. Usually I hint at it in frustration after a particularly unsuccessful meal, so I wanted to wait and write more when I wasn't in the midst of a meltdown. Feeding is actually going a little better these days, although each sit-down occasion is its own adventure.

Back in the days of breast-feeding, then bottles, then the quest to get Violet eating rice cereal, then our gradual introduction to various new baby foods... back in those days, I didn't realize how good I had it. My girl was an eating machine - there was no food she wouldn't suck down with gusto, even the nasty smelling green beans or puke-colored mixed vegetables. Violet just liked getting the spoon in her mouth with all the new flavors. I mentally congratulated myself. My plan to be the mom who refused to let my child be a picky eater was working perfectly. Still, I longed for the days when she would be able to feed herself. Ah, to be able to sit down to my own dinner with having to turn every few seconds to stuff a spoon in Violet's mouth! Freedom! I could almost taste the sweetness!

Our battlefield.

I've always said my kids will eat what I put in front of them. I'm not going to let them get away with wanting the crust cut off their sandwiches. They don't get to eat mac and cheese every day or refuse anything green. Nope, they'll eat what we eat and they'll like it! My neighbors have provided an excellent model to this effect - when we all eat together, the kids' plates look pretty much like ours. Even if they choose not to eat it, that's their issue. They go to bed hungry. There is no catering to their whims. And as such, these kids will try everything! I think it's great - hopefully they'll grow up with a palate for all kinds of food.


However, as I have discovered painfully in the past, life doesn't always run by my playbook. We'd introduced finger food here and there, to mixed results. Crackers were a hit, veggies not so much, and so on. But after New Year's, I'd had enough of baby food. No more! I declared. It's all real food from now on.

No, it's not a chicken wing like I first thought. Pizza crust.

It's been a long, trying, uphill battle. And I do mean battle. Meals have turned into wars and all parties come out covered in food. Sometimes there are tears. Sometimes those tears are even Violet's. Tensions can run high, bad words are choked on before they leave our lips, spoons are wrestled from fists, complaints are issued with gusto and the floor... well, I can't even talk about the state of the floor (and keep in mind, we eat in other people's houses multiple times a week - we are not the easiest of guests).

I know we shouldn't make food something to fight over. But it's hard when Violet won't eat! Sometimes it just takes patience - the first day she tried pears, she flung them with disdain. The next day, she chewed them and spit them out. Now she sucks them down. But with other food, she seems to take great joy in giving me a sly grin and then flinging fistfuls to the floor. (Is it terrible that I'll just pick it up and put it back on her tray? Otherwise there wouldn't be any food left for her to eat! The girl could probably toss an entire rotisserie chicken to the floor before a single bite ended in her mouth!)

Our compromise now is that she gets all finger food on her plate, but I'll usually offer a jar of baby food at the end of the meal. I figure, if she's really hungry, she'll eat it. Most times I let her hold the spoon, too, so that if I'm stuck feeding her, at least she's also learning a useful skill. We're making slow progress. I still get frustrated, especially on evenings when I think she's eaten so well, only to pick her up and discover her entire meal sitting in the high chair. Bath time has been bumped up from a few times a week to almost nightly, due to the large quantities of food in hair. But we are definitely making progress. I guess we just have to keep plugging along, knowing someday we'll look back on this and laugh. Recently Violet has enjoyed lasagna, peas, peaches, fish sticks, tortillas, a whole bevy of tastes and textures.

But ah, I'm still looking forward to the day when she can truly feed herself. And use a napkin.

1.28.2011

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood...

One year ago today, the doorbell of our new house rang and there on the steps stood my two neighbors and their four boys. I had no idea how big a part of our lives they would become. I hoped for good neighbors, the kind I could borrow a cup of sugar from, people who we could call friends and not merely wave at as we drove by. Little did I know that they would become such wonderful friends, my support system, the people I call in the middle of the night to ask ridiculous favors that are always accepted, the ones I turn to for advice on everything from child-rearing to home repair. We are surrounded by two of the most generous, caring families I have ever met. Through them I got a job, we've inherited millions of baby toys, and we cook and eat dinner together every week. They were an answer to a prayer that hadn't left my lips yet, and I am thankful every day for them.

On our way out of daycare today, we passed my neighbor A. on her way in. Violet was so excited to see her, the girl practically jumped out of my arms to get to hers! I love that they love each other.

Also, some of you might wonder why I don't post pictures of this dear crew or mention them by name much... Well, this is my blog that I splash all over the internet. They haven't asked to be a part of it, although they inadvertently are, since they are a part of my life. And while they might not mind, I choose to respect their privacy by limiting how much of their lives I share.

1.25.2011

Staying Up Late

Remember yesterday's speech about being sleep deprived? Well, I have no one to blame but myself (and Violet, just a little bit). Friday night we stayed out late having a karaoke marathon at the neighbors. It was fantastic. I forgot how much I love belting out show tunes, especially around people who also love belting out show tunes. We covered the gamut from Les Mis to Britney, with a little Journey thrown in for good measure. Excellent. I sang so much my throat hurt the next day!

Speaking of the next day, Matt and I were off to respective bachelor/ette parties, so Mimi came up to babysit. I'm not sure who had more fun, my mom or Violet! Mimi  indulged Violet in one of her favorite activities ever - riding in her car! Matt and I are way too lazy to pull out the car, because once Violet catches sight of it, it is game over for the next hour. She cries if you try to take her off. But Mimi could spend hours pushing her around the house and Violet took full advantage!

Aw yeah, I'm sitting in my car.

Sunday morning, my mom graciously stuck around to watch Violet again while Matt and I went to church together. I wanted to see if Matt would like Perimeter Church as much as I do. If so, we could have a new church home. And.... success! While we're not about to sign on a dotted line or anything, we both really enjoy the feeling we have at Perimeter. For such a gigantic church, it actually feels very warm and close. Next up, taking Violet to the nursery there (although my mom actually offered to drive up here on Sundays to watch our girl - what a grandma!)

Anyway, all that to say, we had a jam-packed weekend, and the next two look to be just as busy. Do you know what happens next week? I'm not sure I'd call it a cause for celebration but I'm hitting my own milestone: 3-0. Let's talk about it later.

You're thirty, I'm flirty!

1.24.2011

Monday's Child

 48 Weeks


I started making Violet's birthday invitations this year. Apparently I'm more crafty than I thought, because I just couldn't bring myself to buy any of the ones I found online. So homemade we shall go! Also, as an aside, Michael's sells everything! Need edible eyes for your cupcakes? Want brads that look like musical notes? Just have to have a cake pan in the shape of, well, just about anything you can think of? Yep, you've landed in the right place. I don't think I'll ever be one of those super crafty moms that open their own Etsy store and handmake everything from clothes to candles, but it's nice that I can tackle something like a birthday party with relative confidence. (I also am not one of those moms who is going crazy over a kid's party, so don't expect fireworks or pony rides or anything... yet.)

Violet is cutting a new tooth, which might be the reason my friend was up at ten till five this morning. Considering my alarm was set to go off 40 minutes later, the rest of my night's sleep was pretty much done. I honestly don't know how I'm getting by these days... I keep going to bed later and Violet keeps waking up earlier! At some point one of us is going to have to break the cycle. At least the tooth seems to be the culprit, which means an end is in sight. But just in case, perhaps I should sign off and get in bed early tonight.

1.22.2011

Eleven Months

11 Months

 
We are just one month away from a year. Amazing. I'm really digging this age. She can get around, she's affectionate, she's still relatively portable (example: last night the neighbors threw a joint birthday karaoke party for me and A. and we just took Violet along, she fell asleep in the pack n' play, we partied the night away, then walked home - perfect!). She's so expressive these days, too, whether she is cracking up at herself or spitting her food out in disgust. Violet has no poker face, just like her mama. I am loving this girl!

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