You better watch out, you better not cry!

You know, when I ended the last post by saying I'd update with any additions to our Christmas agenda, I was really referring to things like "Oh yeah, forgot to mention we're stopping to visit some of Jesse's cousins in NJ on the way to CT over the weekend" or something along those lines. What I did not foresee was a complete reworking of our ENTIRE Christmas agenda.

Many of you have already seen some posts on Facebook, but for those who have been living under a rock for the past two years and have no idea what Facebook is, I'll update you as well. We spent Christmas morning in the ER. Don't worry, the baby is fine. Jesse, on the other hand, woke up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve with some pretty severe eye pain. Having had a corneal abrasion over the summer, we figured it was the same thing acting up again. Why? Who knows...but it hurt like heck, at least as far as I could tell. Being the trooper that he is (read: typical guy), he opted to try to sleep it out.

Flash forward, to 3 a.m. The pain was getting worse, to the point where I woke up to Jesse rocking at the end of the bed and trying not to claw out his own eye. It was time to call the opthalmologist...only trouble was it was bleeping Christmas Eve. We left a voicemail on what seemed to be the emergency line, and hung up. The next few hours consisted of much tossing and turning and very little sleep. We got up around 7:30, called the doctor again and left another voicemail. Thinking it unlikely we would get a response any time soon (it was Christmas morning, after all), we opted to just head to the ER. At the very least, they could call in a doctor to see Jesse if they felt it was necessary.

Eily was great while we hung out in the waiting room. Cooing and giggling the whole time. One old guy thought she was so cute, he took her picture, which she just loved. Two hours later, and a complete flushing out of his eye with a liter of....something, we were sent home with the instructions to see the specialist as soon as possible. If only it were so easy. We couldn't' even get a call back from their emergency line. Instead of stressing, we went home and had Eily's first Christmas morning opening presents (wrapping paper was the biggest hit...I should have just wrapped a bunch of wrapping paper in a wad and let her go to town). We still made our appearance at the Nog At Noon celebration with our friend Nathan. But by the afternoon, Jesse was beat and in a lot of pain. We headed home, where he promptly collapsed into bed in misery and fell asleep. When he finally woke, we had a lovely dinner of steamed clams and shrimp cocktail...in the dark. The lights hurt his eyes too much, so we kept the mood lighting to a maximum. Trying hard to keep his eyes closed, he was like a blind person, feeling around the table for everything. I'm just glad we opted for finger foods instead of filet. An accidentally amputated finger wasn't really something I felt like adding to the list.

I'll skip the details of getting in contact with the opthalmologist, but needless to say, she couldn't see us until late this evening. Strike #1 in the weekend plans. The drive to CT takes approximately 4.5 hours, so leaving anytime past 3 in the afternoon is pointless. We opted to postpone departure until tomorrow morning. The nice part about this is the opportunity we were afforded to spend a little bit longer at Jesse's cousin Steve's house. We saw family we haven't seen in years, and everyone just adored Eily (who was good as gold the whole time).

We got to the doctor's office around 7:30 tonight, and, in a nutshell, the cornea is scratched again. No idea how it happened, but this time it's really bad. She was surprised Jesse wasn't complaining a lot more (he's a tough guy). And here comes Strike #2: the abrasion is severe enough to warrant her seeing him every day for the next few days. Apparently the risk of infection is pretty severe with one this size, and there's no sense in risking it by letting it go unattended. So that means she needs to see him tomorrow, which in turn means departure time gets pushed back further.

After leaving the office with my boyfriend pirate with a sweet eye patch, Jesse and I talked about the pros and cons of driving to CT with all that's going on. The doctor appointment tomorrow morning was scheduled for 7:30 a.m., but it's located an hour in the complete opposite direction from our intended travel route. Coupling that with the fact that Jesse really felt miserable again today after spending time out of his cave trying to be social, we decided that maybe it would just be best to stay home. Strike #3. You're out!

So here I sit, 11p.m. the night after Christmas, updating you all on what could have been a pretty crappy Christmas. In all honesty, we've really made the most of it. Eily had fun, we took some super cute videos of her (to be posted after editing), and we got to see at least a few of the people on our list. I'm still not sure what Jesse did to make Santa CLAWS so angry, and I'm not sure I want to know. We have a few theories, but in the interest of keeping this blog family-friendly, I'll politely keep them to myself.

For those who look forward to Santa's visit each year, I hope he treated you all a lot better than poor Jesse.

Traditions Old & New

Christmas is the ninja of all holidays. Or at least it is in our house. One minute I'm peacefully going about my business, half-heartedly thinking about gifts, a tree, mailing cards, etc. The next minute BLAM! I've got 48 hours in which to complete my shopping, wrap the presents, ship them out to those who live far away...forget the tree, no room in the house anyway. We'd have to leave it on the porch.

Okay, so it wasn't quite that bad this year. One of the fringe benefits of staying home with Eily has been having the time to prepare for things like Christmas without feeling like I'm in a race I'll never win. I finished purchasing and wrapping gifts over the weekend, cards were sent out in time to reach everyone BEFORE Christmas, and I've already gathered the ingredients for Christmas breakfast. I was serious about the tree, though. There's just no room.

One of our favorite holiday traditions since moving to Pennsylvania (gasp!) 4.5 years ago is joining the Hartman/Shilliday family for their annual Cookie Swap. Don't let that cutesie little name fool you. Sure, everyone joins in to decorate and bake a huge batch of roll-out sugar cookies. But in truth, this is an all-out, every-man-for-himself cookie baking competition. The mission: Choose your cookie, then bake a dozen for each of the families competing, along with an extra batch for the competition itself. On competition day, your cookie is entered in three categories: best looking, best "newcomer" OR "back to basics" cookie, and best tasting (grand prize). On average, about 9-10 families partake in the event. That's a heck of a lot of cookies!
(As a side note, don't make the mistake I made one year in choosing to make a sandwich cookie of any kind - I didn't think about the fact that I had doubled my work until I was halfway through baking. The cookies weren't finished until 4 a.m. the morning of competition. Lesson learned!)

I have absolutely no bragging rights when it comes to this competition, as I have yet to win in any of the categories. But when you're competing against people who begin training for the event in January by testing every last one of Martha Stewart's cookie recipes, there's going to be some real contenders. Needless to say, we always come home with some very yummy loot.

This year was Eily's first Cookie Day. While she did nothing to really help (other than sleep long enough to give me time to bake my cookies the night before), I think she still had a good time. She was more excited about playing with pals Liam and Mia than the cookies, though. This ended up being a good thing since Jesse and I ran away with Nic and Andy that evening to go see New Moon . (Please keep all comments to yourself. We are well aware that the Twilight saga is not "high art.") Debbie and Gary were nice enough to babysit the kids for us, and even snapped a few pictures on my camera while we were gone.




Eily: What the heck is this thing??
Liam: I'm not sure, but let me hold your binky while you figure it out.




Liam: Just taking a pit stop between play times.
Gary: When are these kids going to bed? I'm pooped!
Debbie: Aw, the baby fell asleep in my arms.
Eily: Sweet! If I just pretend I'm sleeping, maybe she won't put me down in the pack & play!




Gary: Seriously....when are the kids going to bed?


The rest of our usual Christmas traditions won't happen until this coming weekend, when we go to visit my family in CT. My niece's birthday is the 28th, and we always stick around to celebrate with her. I've already been informed that she is having a princess-themed birthday party. Guess I need to dig out my tiara.

As for new traditions, we're going to make things up as we go along. Christmas Eve will be spent here at the house. We're going to order Chinese food for dinner and maybe sit around watching movies together. After doing presents and breakfast (I'm thinking chocolate chip pancakes...mmmmm!) on Christmas morning, we'll head over to the Nog at Noon celebration hosted by our friend Nathan's aunt, Carol. We attended this event on our very first Christmas in PA, when we were too poor to travel home to see either of our families, and it was a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again as we haven't been back since that year. Next week we'll be heading down to Virginia for the annual New Year's at Nic & Andy's place, giving Eily the chance to hang out with her main squeeze, Liam, for a few days.

That's the plan anyway...check back soon for any corrections to the agenda! I'll leave you all with a pic of the Christmas elf staying with us this year:

Odds & Ends

Hello once again. We're going to skip over the usual introduction of "I'm lame. I don't post enough. So busy. Blah, blah, blah." By now, you should all just expect a very long wait between posts. Instead, we're going to dive right in and discover just what's been going on around here for the past (eek!) 3 weeks. (Here's where I let you in on a little secret. I can barely remember what happened yesterday, so the only way to accurately recall anything is to dig through the past three week's worth of photos on the camera. Thank the stars for digital technology!) Is everyone ready? Well then, put your safety belts on and get ready for the adventure.

3...2...1.... Lift off!!



So, a few days before my last post, we traveled out to Cherry Hill to hang with the adopted family (the Hartman/Arcani/Shilliday clan) for a little Nic & Julie birthday fun. What better way to feed an army of people than to serve up some awesome Mexican food (thanks Debbie!)? Still a better question, what better way to enjoy a Mexican meal than to pop open a bottle of Mezcal? The trouble with such ideas, however, is the sudden need to prove one's masculinity in front of a crowd. Not mine, of course. I'm man enough without needing to prove it. Umm....anyway, moving on.

Jesse, Andy, and Andy's dad Jim decided to prove themselves by eating the Mezcal worm. First of all, let me tell you - that sucker was huge! Second, it had a strange, almost armor-like shell. And third, after chopping it into thirds, the guys were told they actually had to chew it. Sounds like fun, right? Jesse's face describes the experience better than any words in my lexicon, so I'll let that speak for me.

Meanwhile, Eily was practicing her plant whisperer skills. This girl seriously has a vegetation obsession. I think she gets it from her Grandma Mary, who possesses the most powerful green thumb in the world. Eily needs a little work, though. Currently her only abilities are grabbing, smooshing, and attempting to eat any plant she sees. Sure, it's an effective means of heavy pruning, but I'm thinking a more gentle approach should be cultivated in our future little gardener.



Back on the home front the following week, I decided the time had come to tackle the next project on our never-ending list of home renovations. The kitchen. (Gulp.) Daunting though it seemed, I somehow managed to empty our kitchen of all its contents and relocate everything to the dining room. Here's the proof:



Now, I know. It looks a bit "busy." But when you consider everything from our kitchen short of the stove and kitchen sink made it into this room, I say it's pretty darn impressive. (Note, the refrigerator is, of course, not in the dining room either, but since it doesn't reside in the kitchen to begin with, it doesn't count.) Next step? Rip up the ugly linoleum floor and refinish the hardwood underneath. Then onto the fun demo - tearing out the existing cabinetry! Oh, how I love a project!

Alright, this brings us to the week of Thanksgiving. (Look, I know the post is long, but seriously, there's a lot to talk about! Go refill your coffee cup, grab a snack, and get back here to finish the story. You know you want to.) Two big milestones were reached this week. First, Eily rolled over from back to belly. Of course, I don't have any video or pictures because she insisted on only doing it when I wasn't looking. I could literally be sitting right next to her on the floor watching and waiting without so much as an attempt on her part, but as soon as I turned my head for a couple of seconds, she would roll. This put her in the much abhorred position of being on her tummy, however, so she would promptly flip right back over again onto her back.

The second big milestone is really a two-parter. At the beginning of November, at 4 months old, we began feeding Eily rice cereal. Her introduction to solids was due in part to her constant interest in my and Jesse's plates of food whenever we ate. The cereal satiated her desire to eat big people food for a time, but being the genius my daughter is, she soon figured out that her cereal was not something Daddy or I would ever willingly put into our own mouths. So on Thanksgiving, we introduced her to the world of vegetables. Or butternut squash, at least. She couldn't get enough! We somehow missed out on getting a photo of the experience (read: we are the worst parents ever), but here's a picture of the little miss in her super cute Thanksgiving outfit (thanks Nic!).



Yes, I know, she's flashing us. It's quite obvious she's Jesse's daughter. Sigh....

The next night was my (gasp!) ten year high school reunion. We had a really good turnout, but I was surprised when Jesse (who had a great time, go figure) befriended a guy named Jeremy, whom I never really spent much time hanging out with back in the day. When you graduate in a class of 99 people, it's pretty hard not to know everyone, but seriously, it was like these two had grown up together and I was the outsider. Ah well, at least I didn't have to feel bad about dragging him to the reunion. I enjoyed catching up with everyone - most of whom I lost touch with after high school because, let's face it, I'm really bad about that sort of thing. More importantly, however, Eily survived her first babysitting experience with Grampy and Mémère. Apparently, she decided since she was old enough to be left with others, she was also big enough to hold her own bottle. Kathy sent me this photo with the tagline, "I'd rather do it myself."



That brings us to the last week or so. This past weekend we found a great way to spend the Sunday together as a family. Baby Loves Disco! Originally, I found the event on the calendar for a mother's group I just joined. I didn't end up meeting anyone from the group while we were there, though. Still, it wasn't a total wash. Tons of people showed up, and Eily even made a little friend named Rosie. They had a lot to talk about, as you can see.



Daddy enjoyed getting out and dancing with the wee lass, too.



And finally on the list of things to tell you all about: Baby Story Hour at the Yardley Library. Not exactly an earth-shattering, life-changing event, but we went for the first time yesterday morning and Eily loved it. I've been thinking lately that we need to get out of the house more and spend some time near other little kids so Eily can get some socialization, and after yesterday I'm only more convinced of this. She loved the stories, which were geared towards kids her age through maybe two years. But more so, she had a great time watching the slightly older kids - one year to about 18 months - walking, clapping, and talking. She couldn't take her eyes off of them! I think this is just the kind of thing she needs, since at home she only has me to talk to (boring!).

The nice part was that they gave everyone there a copy of last year's One Book, Every Young Child story, entitled "If You Were a Penguin." When Daddy got home last night, he sat and read it again with Eily, which she greatly enjoyed.



And that brings us to this morning. Eily had a miserable night, mostly due to the stupid tooth/teeth she's getting that have yet to actually make an appearance. I really hope by my next blog they'll be here because she is very cranky about the whole process. BUT, she's learned how to give hugs recently, and she does it every time we pick her up, so she's still pretty darn cute despite the grumpy moments when she's aboard the Fuss Bus. Kisses aren't far away either, I'm thinking, since her new trick is to press her open mouth on my cheek and suck with all her might. Kind of like the "kiss of the algae eater" - a little wet and slimy but I'll take it!

Until next time, here's one last shot of our little half-pint, taken last night while hanging out with Daddy. (Pardon the avocado she somehow managed to get on her sweater despite wearing the biggest bib ever.)