Monthly Archives: April 2012


Despite our best efforts to impress upon her the benefits and wonders of television and instill in her a love for its mindless entertainment, Norah has yet to become much of a boob tube baby. Clearly I jest.  We almost never have the TV on around Norah, and most certainly aren’t now nor will we ever try to force her to watch it. There’s the occasional sports match broadcasting in the background of our daily bustle and she does know how to turn on the TV in our bedroom, but that’s more about the fun of pushing buttons than actually watching anything. I gather she has a few favorite fun kids’ programs that she’ll watch a bit of at Grams and Grandma’s house, but any time I’ve tried to put something on for her she loses interest in a matter of minutes. Which is great! She’s got years upon years to burn brain cells staring into the screen, so I have no desire or reason to get her started now. All of that said, she does enjoy a good internet vid – preferably short and involving some sort of muppet, animal, music, train or all of the above. Last week she was sitting in her kitchen chair and for some reason I decided to play for her this video called “Birds” by digital artists Pleix. Slow motion flying dogs + neon  lasers + head bopping electronica = one mesmerized toddler. “More?! More?!” It took me a minute to realize what she was asking for when at breakfast this morning she repeatedly pleaded “doggies? doggies?” Jake and Graycie are right here, I told her. No no. This particular petition was for her new favorite video. And now you must watch.

Elderland out. XO.


surprise shower

For my first pregnancy I wanted to go all out with the baby shower and requested that my mom and friends involved in planning put together a baby beer bbq bash–lots of people of all ages and gender, lots of food and lots of booze. They did a super awesome job and I loved everything about it. This time around I hadn’t really planned on doing anything. No offense to Crosby, but I just didn’t feel it was necessary to have another large celebration and I’ve never been a big fan of the traditional shower where a small group of ladies get together for afternoon giggles, games and gossip. I thought about maybe having an impromptu brunch, but beyond that I was perfectly content to forgo the event for number two. Lastly, and to be perfectly candid, showers exist not just for celebrating, but so people can buy you presents for your impending life change. I certainly have nothing against presents, but we truly don’t need anything for this little dude because a) we’ve been incredibly lucky in the hand-me-down department and b) we got A LOT of kick ass stuff from the Norah bash that will be reused for Crosby. So a part of me felt weird about once again inviting folks to something that made them feel obligated to get us a gift. I can’t decide if that sounds utterly ridiculous or in some way will elicit eye rolls, but it’s truly how I feel.

So, a couple weeks ago Pete casually mentioned that we’d been invited to our friends’ son’s birthday party at Z-Bowl (the bowling alley–arcade-bar in Mebane) this Sunday. I thought nothing of it. We get invited to stuff in Mebane all the time, and now that we have kids of our own, we are increasingly invited to kid-centric events. Sunday arrived and the party was set for 1 PM, so around 11:30 I started getting ready. Yes, an hour and a half seems excessive for getting ready for a kid’s birthday gathering, especially since doing my hair and make-up typically consists of a quick comb through and some mascara, but I had to account for getting Norah ready as well as a trip to CVS for a card and some cash to put in it. You see, when I asked Pete what this young lad might want for a gift he said that he was told the birthday boy was saving up for a Playstation. Sounds good to me. Cash it is. Around 12:50 I entered my typical crazy-woman-requires-punctuality-or-else mode and started rushing Pete. “We have to go, we have to go, we still have to go to CVS, come on, put your damn shirt on, could you move a little faster, please?” Pete said we really don’t need a card. What?! It’s a birthday. You don’t show up without a card. Then he said, I don’t want to be the first person there. What?! Why? Because you might have to talk to your friend? He was trying pretty damn hard to keep this all running smoothly and I was unknowingly trying to make it as difficult as possible.

So out we went, got a card, put some cash in it, and headed to Z-Bowl. In the parking lot I noticed one of our friend’s cars that seemed odd to me. I didn’t think they’d be at this party, but I supposed it was possible, or maybe they were just there to bowl. Oh well. Still oblivious. We walked in and toward the back party room we saw the mom of the supposed birthday boy waving at us to come back. All still seemed normal. I entered the party room and was greeted with a booming “SURPRISE!” Still oblivious. My immediate and somewhat involuntary reaction was to throw my own hands into the air and also yell surprise. I have no explanation for this. Then this sort of rapid succession of thoughts occurred as I remarkably slowly figured out what was going on (pregnancy brain)–oh, they meant to say surprise to the birthday boy and just made a mistake. but wait, our friend knew it was us coming. and wait, all the people standing there are women. and wait, there are no kids here. and hey, that balloon says it’s a boy. OH! This is for me! I think I actually said that out loud. I was so incredibly confused, I had no idea this was in the works, and I can only imagine the contortions my face took on as I was working my way through all of that in my head. Needless to say, it was an excellent surprise.

Pizza and beer (diet coke for me) and cake and cupcakes and presents and arcade games and only one shower game which was actually really funny and most definitely not guess the poopy chocolate bar in the diaper. I had such a fantastic time! Thank you so much to my mom and Pete and all of my friends for making this most memorable moment happen. I love you all dearly!!


Elderland out. XO.

28 weeks

Dear Crosby,

The weeks seem to be flying by, though it’s also hard to believe we still have almost three months until your due date! Spring came early this year, following a very mild winter, and we’ve already had weeks and weeks of beautiful, warm weather. Of course Mama’s hoping that doesn’t mean we’re in for some serious dog days early as well. There’s nothing appealing about waddling around with 40 extra pounds on your body when it’s 100 degrees outside! Whatever the weather, the countdown is seriously on and in about 12 weeks you’ll officially be the youngest Elder.

In a couple days Mama will be headed to the doc for her next check-up to make sure all is grand in babyland. This time they’re also going to do her glucose screening to check for gestational diabetes. That should be the end of the tests assuming all is well, and then it’s just regular check-ups until the big day. Mama is doing well, but definitely starting to feel the “weight” of being pregnant – things are getting pretty cramped in her midsection and that makes for some fun challenges when taking on simple tasks like bending over to pick up all the things that your big sister has scattered about the house.

Our weekly updates about your growth (and Mama’s!) tell us that as the amniotic fluids reduce and you get bigger Mama will feel and see you more and more, and boy are they right! You move so much more than Norah did when she was in Mama’s tummy. It makes her laugh to herself every time she’s sitting at her desk at work and you start up with your fetal aerobics. You also like to have a little evening dance party before Mama goes to sleep and that’s super fun for Daddy to watch and feel. They say active in the womb, active out of the womb, so we’re all geared up to have us one wild little boy!

Mama is no longer running, and she’s a little sad about that, but it was just a bit too painful and uncomfortable, and she didn’t want to risk hurting herself or you. She successfully completed the Cooper River Bridge Run 10k on March 31st, albeit very slowly, and that was the end of her preggo running days. Now she stays active with walking and light strength training. Healthy mom, healthy baby! French fries and ice cream? I plead the fifth. On a final note, last week Mama experienced her first ever Braxton Hicks contraction (at least she thinks so). She never had those with Norah, so this was new and honestly a bit scary. It was definitely a contraction though, but just one, so that’s a relief. No baby yet, please!

We love you so much little man!


More snappies…


crosby’s tree

Two years ago, on a sunny spring evening, Pete and I (mostly Pete) planted a tentative little timber that we selected to honor our baby girl who at the time was on about week 27 of her cozy existence in my belly. Today, just one day before completing week 28 of my second pregnancy, the Elders three planted another tree. This time, of course, to honor our baby boy.

Quick update on Norah’s tree: not only is it alive, but it’s thriving and beautiful and growing strong. Two years is certainly not a great deal of time in tree existence, but our Yoshino Cherry is noticeably thicker in the trunk (don’t tell her I said that) and fuller in the foliage. We’ve taken very good care of her, including doing a bit of pruning to keep her filling out in all directions and avoid her getting too tall and wobbly. Sadly this year, with the bizarrely weak winter and other weird weather, she skipped right past the flowering stage and started popping out loads of green leaves. I hope that’s not a bad sign, but I’ll assume not because she looks fantastic and healthy! Here’s a little snappy progression:

For Crosby’s tree we decided it was important to do something a little more masculine. Silly as that may sound, we didn’t fancy the idea of frilly blossoms as our ode to the little man, so after some discussion we chose the Japanese Maple. This would be our second such tree during our life together, the first of which we had to leave behind at our last home. As it was saying good-bye to our first house, leaving that maple was bittersweet for even though we were ecstatic about our move, that happy little tree had been with us for a couple years and even survived one move. When we lived in Carrboro back in 2005, we had a small plot of dirt in front of our townhouse that was ours for the planting and we threw a few things into the ground as a first ever attempt at our very own garden. We also bought a tiny baby Japanese Maple, but for some reason decided to put him in a pot. Excellent decision on our part for it made taking him with us easy peasy when we made our move to Mebane. Here, we immediately put him in the ground because it was a proper house with a proper yard and we were certain we’d be sticking around for at least 5 years, if not longer. Of course as you know we’re now in our second house, which was just one of life’s little unexpected twists, and it didn’t seem right to uproot our maple when we moved for he was doing so well and we imagine the new owners would potentially be peeved to be minus one tree. So the maple was a perfect choice – we loved our first dearly and wanted another and it’s definitely not a girly tree.

On Saturday we went to Lowe’s and picked him out, and this morning the three of us ventured outside post delicious breakfast to settle him in to his new home. While Norah’s tree established herself right outside the window of Norah (and soon to be Crosby’s) room, that side of the house gets the most sun and maples like a little shade. So for Crosby’s tree we selected a spot on the opposite side of the house where we could see him from the kitchen window. Norah loved helping Pete plant the tree–her favorite parts being reaching into the bag of garden soil and sprinkling it in the hole and then the watering. It was simply adorable. With the success of Norah’s tree we’re much more confident about this one’s ability to make it, but we’ll still be uber attentive and caring to be sure he’s around for years to come.


Elderland out. XO.

norah funny

Toddlers have an amazing sense of timing and excellent delivery, and the best part is, they have no idea. The more she talks, the more Norah cracks us up, and she’s endlessly surprising us with her unintentionally humorous little quips. Of course most things fall under the umbrella of you had to be there, but still. I need to write these things down. At least for us, because I wish I could capture every dang moment and hold onto it forever! So here’s one…

Tonight before bed we had reached the point in our routine where I was holding Norah just before putting here down in her crib – light off, noise machine on, Pete still lying on the bed and us waiting for him to “g’up!” as Norah would say. Norah was facing me in my arms and playing with my hair, saying things like “hair clean” and “hair cute.” She can be so sweet when she wants to be! Pete finally got up and stood next to us, and I said “Daddy has nice hair too.” She reached out and touched it, quickly pulled her hand away and said “show show?” Hehehehhehee. That means shower in case that wasn’t obvious. Dirty hair daddy.

Oh look, a cute snappy:

Elderland out, XO.