Milestone week

Jack, Arch and I went to the NICU last friday. We walked in the entrance and announced, “it’s Jack” and all of sudden there were nurses pouring out of doors, or at least it felt that way. His two primary nurses were there and it was remarkable to us how much they remembered of our stay there. They remembered how worried I was about his little nose and how Arch would turn just white as a sheet during really bad brady’s. But mostly, they were so amazed at him today.  They were asking about his weight and height, and if we still kangaroo (answer: yes, archie does). They loved watching him walk around,  and when he started blowing kisses I was expecting panties to be thrown, it was like a rockstar had walked into the room. 

Indeed the nurse papparazzi decided to break out the polaroid to get an updated picture of Jack today for the wall of graduates.  It was a nice visit and it reminded me that these amazing women did so much for us, the least we can do is show them the result of all their hard work and skill.

Then, we all went and had a nice a beer.

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This past weekend we went to Smith Playhouse for the first of two birthday parties for Jack. Since he has so many grandparents, we do our best to accomodate (ahem, take advantage of) their desire to shower the child with gifts.  Jack, needless to say, cleaned up. The big hits include an easel from my Mom, some wooden balls from my dad and a bag that says “trust fund baby” from my mom’s friend Deb, that Jack has taken to carrying around like a purse.

He also had a LOT of sugar:

 

And went down Smith’s famous wooden slide many, many times:

9:02 AM

Jack is still sleeping.  And so, I naval gaze, um, blog.

Oh wait, actually I am going to totally punt and just post some  pictures (we finally got a new camera after months of agonizing, Canon, Nikon, Canon, Nikon? A question for the ages…)those who know me well know that I am oddly, and to a fault, decisive so just guess who the waffler was? go on, guess.

On to the main event:

What?! This is how everyone drives in Brooklyn

Out in front.

Bedroom eyes

 

Mommy, out.

papa-razzo

He won’t even let the kid play in peace! I wonder what will happen when he gets his NEW camara?

 

Delayed

We’ve been pretty low key about the speech delay thing around Jack. But the fact is, the kid is delayed, apparently about 37% delayed per Early Intervention.  So. We’ve been pretty creative with the communication with him. We greet each new word with excitement, including the word, “no.”

That’s right. Jack has recently learned the word, “no.” I understand that many parents are dismayed when this happens, (and that it usually happens much earlier), but us? We’re delighted.

It used to be that if Jack wanted something we’d play a guessing game, a looong drawn up guessing game. “Would you like juice, or milk?” was often met with an exasperated look and then perhaps some flinging of the offending item. Today I asked Jack if he wanted Juice and he shook his head “no,” so I prodded him a bit more (I am that kind of Mom after all), “juice?” I asked again, all innocent…and there it was clear as day, emphatic even, “NO.”  I kissed him.

Despite the 37% delay he’s getting much better at telling us what he wants. We were reading The Little Engine that Could this weekend and we passed the page talking about the oranges and apples and creamy milk (with peppermints and lollipops for dessert) when Jack removed the book from my hands and returned to the milk page. I didn’t get it at first so I read it to him again and then turned the page. He did it again, pulled the book away and turned it back to the milk page. So I asked,  “Jack, would you like some milk” and he signed “yes, milk” and then he spoke… “prreeaze.”