Welcome Moses!

Moses Harris Perin
December 25th, 2007, 9:15 pm
7 pounds, 6 ounces
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Christmas 2007

Christmas 2007 was our most eventful yet. But before we get to the largest events of the day here's how our regular Christmas went.

Uncle B and Ella played in the leaves. I'm dreamin' of a brown Christmas, just like the ones found in the South...

Dewey and Grammie waited patiently for Christmas morning.

Ella prepared a snack for Santa and the Reindeer. Brownies for Santa and carrot shreds for the Reindeer. Glitter on top for everyone.
Ella opened presents and had a wonderful Christmas morning...while Kelly started having contractions!

Almost Christmas...

... But Chanukah is not quite over around here.

This morning we woke up to Ella singing loudly from her bed, "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel. I made it out of clay. And when it's dry and ready, Oh Dreidel I will play. Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. I made her out of clay. And she's dry and ready, Oh Dreidel I will play. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. I made him out of clay. And when he's dry and ready, Oh Daddy I will play. Hey!"

And PS...no baby yet. Maybe he's waiting for Christmas.

Three is a Magic Number

PART 1: ELLA IS THREE (almost)
We admit we’re not the most objective observers, but any way you slice it, Ella is pretty darn fantastic. As she gets older and more and more fun, we just feel luckier and luckier to have her around. Put simply, Ella sparkles.
Ella is smart and creative. Her pretend-play scenarios get more complex by the day ("…and I am the mommy, and I pack my suitcase to Florida and then I check my computer to see if our plane is on time, and you are the baby and you are going to cry because you don’t want to take your shoes off and give them to the airport man, and Dewey is the big sister but he has to stay home to get the mail…") She reads constantly- to us, to Dewey, to an imaginary audience of kids. She’s crazy observant (see milk post). For some real fun, come on over and take her out to dinner sometime- an uninterrupted hour with some Ella conversation and a pancake from Elmo’s will cheer you up and make you realize how incredibly interesting the world is (especially her made-up world… ask her about the time when she was a little baby and got to drive Santa’s sleigh).
Ella is chill. That may not be a shocker to those of you who know her dad, but we’re constantly amazed by the way she adapts to new situations and stays cool as a cucumber. The potentially Terrible Twos have almost passed with only one screaming tantrum (and really, I felt like crying that afternoon in the Shoe Carnival store too). As the way-youngest kid at her new preschool, she fit right in and even took other kids "under her wing" by the end of week 1 and helps them put on their shoes. She’s even dealing pretty well with me, her 39-weeks-pregnant mom, whose patience has completely evaporated these past few weeks. .We’re beginning to think that she’ll take this new guy in stride better than the rest of us (it will help that she won’t be waking up every 2 hours…).
Ella is loving. She’s not super-snuggly these days, but even better, is just a really nice, empathic girl. It absolutely kills her to hear other kids cry (which hopefully she’ll get over once a newborn comes home). She often mentions people she loves and wants to do nice things for them ("This flower will be for Rachel, because she weally loves purple"). And we get at least a few out-of-the-blue "I love yous" every day. She’s not a bit selfish, even as a toddler. Today, she was sick and laying on the couch, and Dewey was all up in her way, and she just said, "Even when Dewey squishes my feet, I love him" and let him stay. Almost three is a really neat age- Ella’s still little, but we’re getting more and more glimpses of what she’ll be like forever. And aside from the attitude-face she made the other day that I just KNOW I’ll see again when she’s 15, we’re very glad to be along for the ride.
Happy almost Birthday, Ella Bean! We love you so, so much!

PART 2: WE ARE THREE (for a teeny bit longer)
All of the cheesy magazines say that the first few years with kids are the hardest years for a marriage. If this is true, then we sure are lucky because it has been smooth sailing over here since the arrival of our third wheel. Of course, we ARE super-lucky- for real- we’re all healthy, and safe, and have a great family and fantastic friends, and get to do really good and important work every day. And the three of us (four already, counting Dewey, of course) have figured this family thing out pretty well over the past 3 years. We take good care of each other, almost always manage to be nice to one another, and have a lot of fun. Three really has been a magic number for the three of us, for the past three years. But something tells me that four is also a really good number.

Bring it on, Mr. 4! I think we're ready!

The Truth About Milk

I don't drink milk. I don't like milk. I've actually never had a whole glass of milk in my whole life. When Ella started drinking milk when she was about 1-year-old we decided that we wouldn't tell Ella that I don't drink milk so that wouldn't have any reason to think not to drink it. I didn't actually drink milk in front of her, or even pretend, I just talked about liking it. I even made up a few songs.

The other day we were talking about milk and I decided it was time to come clean.
Me: You know what Ella...I don't drink milk and I just don't like it and that's OK. I'm glad you love it so much.
Ella: I know, Daddy. You only put milk in your coffee in the morning.

Oh. OK. On to the next conversation

Reasonable Judgment

Ella has been sleeping in her big girl bed for a few months now. We were very nervous about the transition but she has really stepped it up. She's sleeping better than ever and really, really loves snuggling into her little mattress on the floor each night. The best part has been that she has never gotten out of bed and left her room without permission. Strangely, it is as if she's still behind the bars of the crib and she calls for us to get up every morning. We get no trouble from her at bedtime, she never shows up in the middle of the night, and she waits for us to come get her when it is light outside in the morning...

...Until last Friday night, when she got out of bed without permission for the first time ever. She was having a rough night of sleep, whining a bit, and we went in to check on her a few times. We finally said we weren't coming back to check on her and she should go to sleep. We all went to sleep. About an hour later Ella was calling for us again. We were ignoring her. She was calling. We were ignoring. Next I hear some footsteps and I'm getting ready to be Mr. Tough Guy Dad. She's standing next to our bed, I roll over to tell her what's what, I start to say, "Ella, you can not get out of your bed. You march right back..." And she throws up all over me.

She was right. She needed us and she needed to break a rule to get us. She used the reasonable judgment I think we all hope our children will develop and be able to use as 2 year-olds, teenagers, and adults. I was embarrassed I was about to yell at her and it was really gross, but I was so proud of my big girl and her wise decision.

Art Therapy

Ella's fish, Green Beans, died about a month ago. We didn't mention it on the Blog because it went fairly smoothly and didn't turn out to be too monumental. We gave the little guy a Cosby Show style toilet bowl funeral. We all said a nice thing about the fish, flushed, and moved on. Except for the next day when Dewey was rolling around happily on his back, Ella thought he was momentarily dead, and we had to explain that not all things that are on their backs are dead, this event didn't really turn into much.

Tonight Ella was drawing while I was making dinner. I asked her what she was drawing and she said Green Beans. I asked her if she misses him and out of nowhere she said, "Yes. That's why I'm drawing him. I want to see him. Can you help me draw the plant, please." That is so sweet. I bet it helped.

He was a good fish. Lived to be 10 months old. Impressive for a goldfish. We'll miss you little guy.

E-L-L-A

Check this out. Ella can write her own name. This is Ella writing her name not copying one of us writing it. This is it from memory, the way the rest of us write our names each day.
Backwards Ls...doesn't even matter. E with extra horizontal lines...no worries. The A kind of looks like an H...so be it. I'm very proud of this breakthrough!
While we're sharing breakthroughs in literacy we wanted to share this person with all the parts (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, hair, body) that Ella drew.

Happy Birthday Kelly!

We had a wonderful visit from Grammie, Papi, and Uncle B for Kelly's birthday. Here's some of what we did:

This picture is kind of blurry but can't you clearly see that Ella is just having the time of her life with Papi and Uncle B. Here's Papi showing he'll do just about anything for his favorite little girl. Unfortunately some of these things don't end as well as others. Grandfathers weren't meant to fit in playground bunnies. And when you don't fit, you fall out. Thanks again for a wonderful visit. We miss you and can't wait to see you again soon!

Halloween 2007

Here she is...Thank you for your patience. The Halloween Duck that doesn't fly! It was a satisfying reality, a fun Halloween, and a really good costume (great work pulling that off, K).
Here's the Duck and her good friend the Fireman confidently knocking on neighborhood doors.
And here's the yearly documentation of the Halloween ending with a tired Ellaphant, Dewey, or Duck.

High Expectations--A Prelude to the Halloween Post

A bedtime conversation between mommy and Ella…
M: Have a good sleep, because we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is Halloween.
E: Hooray- I get to wear my duckie costume!M: That’s right. You get to wear it to school and then to trick or treating.
E: Where is my duckie costume?
M: The feathers and the orange felt for the feet are in the bag in the living room. I am going to make your costume now.
E: How will you make me fly?
M: Well, we’ll put some feathers on your arms and you can flap your wings like you are flying.
E: But I need to really fly.
M: Halloween is all about pretending, Ella. Everyone just puts on costumes to pretend for fun. Caleb will pretend to be a clock, and you’ll pretend to be a duckie.
E: But Caleb is not a real clock. I will be a REAL duckie for Halloween.
M: It’s just going to be a costume with pretend feathers. You’ll look like a duckie, but you’ll still be Ella. So you can’t fly, because Ella can’t fly. Can you fly for real?
E: No.
M: So we’ll just walk around and say, "quack quack, trick or treat," and you can pretend to be a duck but really underneath you’ll be Ella. Right?
E: Right. (long pause) Except for real I will be able to fly.

Uh-oh. J Maybe the yellow feathers glued on to an old tank top won’t cut it after all…And maybe we'll still be really afraid of masks this year.

More on how Halloween goes coming soon

Reading Buddies

Ella has recently taken to reading to Dewey. And surprisingly, he has taken to being read to. He's a patient boy. And she's reading a book about animals. Obviously the dog would enjoy a book about animals.

A Big Bad World

Ella has been going to a new pre-school for about a month. She is the only two-year-old and most of the kids are 3, 4 and 5. She likes it a lot, is perfectly happy when we leave her there, and never comes home sad or troubled by her day.

Today I got a little insight into the daily goings on. We were talking about "school" at dinner and here's how our conversation went:
Me: Do you play with anyone else besides Claire?
E: No.
Me: You don't play with any of the other kids besides Claire?
E: No. And sometimes Claire doesn't want to play with me.
Me: Then what do you do?
E: I play by myself.
Me: Is playing by yourself fun?
E: YES. No...not really.
That just breaks your heart, huh? Because you can't be there for that moment when she ends up alone and before she finds something to do to keep her happy and make that moment fun. The world is big and bad and we are only just beginning the fun. And she comes home happy each day and loves school. So it'll be OK, overprotective dad.

And then, in true form, we finished our conversation with a laugh...
Me: Do you ever play with your teachers?
E: No. They don't play.
Me: What do they do?
E: Some of them sleep and some of then don't. During nap time. But they all rub our backs.

On to the next activity.

Ella at 32 Months Old

Enough said...

I'm Crazy Stroller Head...

...give me some candy!

A Week at the Beach

Newport Beach, California--August 2007
Pictures from a typical day on vacation...when can we go back?

Morning walks with Papi

Constant fun with Grammie. Constant. Like every waking minute.

The little girls got to draw all over Papi with sidewalk chalk. Hmmm?

Ella and her cousin Morgan got to become best friends.

Ella even got to drive a boat.

And most days ended with wiffle ball on the beach.

Overheard...

At the beach. Up after dark for the first time all summer...
"At the beach there are even stars in summer. Usually there are a lot more stars in winter but at the beach there are also some stars in summer. That's crazy!"
If you believe there are only stars in winter because you're only awake after dark in winter (because you're 2) that is quite crazy! Perspective is everything.

Returned from the beach. Green Beans the fish is looking a little hungry and a little out of sorts after his week alone...
"Grean Beans looks anxious. He's been in the dark all week long. He's glad we're home."

Expanding Vocabulary...One Day at a Time

Two wonderful conversations coming from the same song:
Peace Like a River
"I've got peace like a river,
I've got peace like a river,
I've got peace like a river in my soul,"

E: Daddy what's soul?
Z: (Whoa, that's deep...hmmmm) Well, it's sort of like who you are deep inside, what you stand for...your being. It's what makes us each so special!
E: (Smiling) Let's name my baby brother Soul!
Z: That's a very nice idea, Ella. Let's put that on the list. Right after Flamingo!

Z: You know Ella, I really like this song.
E: Me too, Daddy. It is becoming my favorite, favorite song.
Z: Why do you like it so much?
E: (Yells) Because I really like PEAS
Z: Well me too but this song is about PEACE not PEAS. Peace is like when people get a long and don't fight.
E: I have Peace with pretend Dewey. We're friends.
(Real Dewey is staying with Bubby and Zaida's house right now (thank you) so pretend Dewey lives with us right now)

Potty Humor

So we're going on about 3 solid weeks of total diaperless magic. What fun! Ella just turned on the switch and from then on we've been golden.

A few funny moments of a newly potty-trained 2 1/2 year old:

1. Yesterday Ella was sitting on the big toilet peeing. She farted. I gave her a look, as if to prompt her to say, "excuse me," to which she replied, "Daddy, you don't need to say excuse me when you fart on the toilet." I guess that's right--even if you're in the bathroom with someone else. I guess we don't want her to be saying excuse me to herself until she's 80.

2. Just now, Ella insisted that she go to the bathroom by herself. I told her if she needed me to call me and I'd come help. A few minutes later I heard the familiar whine of an about to be frustrated Ella. She was standing with her pants at her ankles trying to turn on the bathroom light. She can sit, and use it, and wipe, and flush, and even wash her hands...but she still can't reach the light. Drat the luck of that lack of independence--for all of us!

Ms. Fix-It

On Sunday morning, Ella dropped the garage door opener, and I put the pieces back together, and it didn’t work, so I told her that we must have broken it. I didn’t know how to open the garage door without the opener, so just said we’d wait for Daddy to come back from Atlanta on Tuesday.
Then, yesterday, Ella wanted to ride her bike to the park, and I said we couldn’t, because the garage door wouldn’t open:
"Why not?"
"Remember, we dropped it and broke it, and now it doesn’t work."
"Mommy, it isn’t broken, you just need to put the circles back in."
"What circles?"
"The little circles that came out of the garage door opener."
"Where are they?"
"I put them with my penguin and his skateboard in the corner."
Sure enough, there next to the penguin were the 2 batteries. The garage door opener works just fine.