Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Security Blanket

Alexa and Gideon entered the living room to watch parts of The Great Pumpkin, a Peanuts cartoon (which is also an annual Alexa tradition). I was inspired to write this post after watching Linus (Lucy’s little bro) hold on tightly to his infamous “security blanket.” Gideon too has one of those. But it comes in the form of a Mickey Mouse plush toy.

Try to take Mickey away from Gideon and you’ll soon encounter his Kung Fu grip. Seconds later, he’ll extend his arm out to you as if handing Mickey over. It’s like he’s saying, “Oh, did you want to temporarily hold on to Mickey? Well, here you go.” But beware, as you reach out for the plush toy, he’ll either pull it away quickly or hold on to it for dear life. Here are pics of Gideon and his “security blanket.”

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Going Back ... Not Yet!

To fill every waking minute with some sort of activity that propels you past the guy in the next cubicle, who is also staring at a computer screen all day long to make a living (with the hopes of getting that promotion that will lead to more work and less time with family) - this seems to be the mission statement of men today. Albeit, not consciously at times.

One of the reasons why I left the corporate world and haven’t returned was to experience life and all its fullness, specifically as a daddy. So I have worked from home in multiple roles (from Marketing Director for a small Software Company, to Web Strategy Something to Executive Resume Writer and Consultant) for almost 2 whole years, and yet, the struggle of getting ahead in a career that seems stagnated by the lack of workplace camaraderie and healthy competition, has me thinking that maybe working for someone else isn’t such a bad thing - especially if they provide their employees with free gym membership.

What would I miss out on if I return back to the full-time workforce?

Diaper Duty.

A while back there was an episode on America’s Funniest Home Videos that portrays (with the utmost accuracy) how most daddies in America feel about changing diapers. Look, here it is.

You may be wondering. Does Alex feel the same way about changing Gideon’s diaper? While I don’t run and push Alexa out of the way to get to Gideon’s poopied diaper before she does, I really don’t feel like throwing up when doing it either. The smell is bad, but not that bad. Changing Gideon’s diapers gives me the opportunity to bond with my son, in a smelly kind of way.

Baby Talk.

I am waiting for the day that Gideon speaks out his first sentence. Dada is still his favorite. And now he makes a lot of sounds with “Ga.” So will his first sentence be, “Mommy, you are so pretty” as she gets ready to go to work. Or, will it be, “Daddy, you are so pretty” when I have the guys over to watch a football game (embarassing to say the least). Or perhaps he’ll say, “No, I don’t want anymore” whatever he is eating. But what about if he says, “I love you.”?

I am not even sure if I’ll be able to pinpoint the single moment that Gideon verbalizes a grammatically-correct sentence for the first time. Maybe I won’t even notice as I try to chase him away from a corner in the room that is not so “baby-proof.” But one thing is for sure; I want to be there right next to Gideon whenever I realize that he has just spoken a sentence for the first time.


Gideon can stand for about 20 seconds. He walks upright with a toy mail carrier in the house. He crawls at a speed that seems to be too fast to stop him from putting things in his mouth. He’s not walking by himself yet. When Alexa went to Costa Rica, my main concern was that he was going to walk over there and that all these family members would see him do it before I did. I would have been happy to get the call, but it would have also broken my heart.

For, the less time I spend with my son, the chances of missing the opportunity to see him walk, talk and yes, potty train for the first time would be maximized.

So I’ll remain a stay-at-home dad a bit longer.

P.S. It took us a little over year, but we have reached a milestone with this post. This is our 100th post! Yipee!

Monday, October 22, 2007


Gideon has suddenly been raising his arms above his head. Alex has decided that it is because of football season. Of course, it is. Go Jets!

Forgive the many times I say "yay"( I count 10 times), and my weird laughter.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

New Pics

I just took these pictures yesterday, but doesn't he look like such a big boy? I mean, I know that is a total cliche, but oh my Lord, he looks so big. A total toddler.


Birthdays and Babies
I have been super busy at work lately. One of my co-workers recently went on maternity leave, and I have been happily, but busily doing some extra work. She had her baby a week and a half ago, and is currently in new baby bliss. Congratulations Annie! Here is a picture of her new treasure:

Baby Oren. Sigh.

Also in the same week of Oren's birth was Gideon's first birthday party. I wish I had a more detailed post, but instead I will post some photos. And, since a picture is worth a thousand words, then this post has thousands of words in it. Wow, am I tired from typing so much.

Gideon and his friend Caleb, both sporting the Mickey ears.

Some Party Guests, drawing some pictures, thinking some deep thoughts.

The Gidster's first cousins

The cutest brother and sister team ever. I heart Zoe.

It smells like too much fun in here!

The birthday boy. Tired of the ears, tired of the chair.

A rousing game of musical chairs and the Mickey Mouse version of "hot potato". Enjoyed by all.

Gideon wants a whack at the homemade piƱata, (thank you, mom). And then...the candy. Notice the gray pair of legs.

Oh the presents! Wearing the headpiece to the mickey costume.

Those streamers sure are pretty to look at, but not so good in the mouth.

Friday, October 12, 2007

October 11, 20007

Dear Gideon,

Today is a pretty big deal. One year old. We have been practicing with you for weeks, trying to get you to stick up your pointer finger when we ask, “Gideon, how old are you?” And when we demonstrate, by sticking up our own finger, you clap for us. Because really, we are here to entertain YOU, not the other way around.

I know this is going to sound a little silly, but I really thought I had a lot more time until you turned one. How can an entire year have gone by? Where did it go? Maybe it went by while you learned to say “Da-da and Mama!” Or it flew past us when we were reading our books. What about when you learned to put your hands on the floor and push off and hey… you were crawling! Maybe that is when the year went by. It was a nice year, but a scary year too. But a year that made mommy and daddy stronger people. This year said to us: “Hey you parents! You are going to learn to trust the hard way.” And we learned that you have to let go and allow God to have control.

You are already showing us that you can be independent, and a bit strong-willed. Why can’t you play with the remote control all day? Why do we insist on making you sleep in your crib, when our bed is so comfy? If you don’t give me what I want, I am going to bunch up my fists, and make the angry face. I kiss your angry face! You hate that.

It’s hard, this parenting thing. We want you to always be happy, but we also want to teach you. And sometimes, the teaching you things, gets in the way of the happiness. Confusing, right? But, please know this, my son: We love you more than anything in this world. Daddy and I pray for you every night, and you have made our lives complete.

One day when you are older than one, you will read this and think, “Daddy is right, Mommy IS a big baby.” But as of today, you are the baby…my baby. And you are turning one today. And since I tend to be a teeny bit emotional, my eyes are getting a little bit teary. So, happy birthday, my son.


Your Mami (which you know how to say, but REFUSE to.)

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Give Me Back My Maraca

Gideon in the tunnel.

As I walked up the stairs with Gideon in my arms I heard the sound of laughter, yelling and aimless pitter-pattering of little feet. We had arrived at the Gymboree and Gideon was eager to play. He crawled towards the center of the room as if he owned the place. Little did he know that there was already a sheriff in town.

I don't know the kids name, but suffice it to say that later on in the day this little boy used Gideon as leverage to stand up. But Gideon took in stride, looked at the kid...turned to me as if to say, "ummm... what was all that about?" Within seconds Gideon was rearing to shake his toy maracas.

Then he shook them with reckless abandon.

Minutes later the same boy stepped out of a tube and once again...used Gideon as a platform. But this time, he poked Gideon in the eye a little (perhaps by mistake). The boy looked at Gideon and walked away boldly to his mommy. Gideon just stared... with a slight look of shock on his face. Again, Gideon took in stride, crawled to his next destination, which was me.

Gideon kneeling near the tube ... with his Maraca

He then ventured back out to the center of the room... aiming for the tube. There was Gideon's nemesis… the boy who used him as a crutch. Gideon reaches up to the boy's hands that was hanging outside of the tube and snatched a maraca away from him. The boy got out of the tube without being aided by Gideon's head and walked away.

After some activities, it was time for the parachute. According to Alexa, Gideon cried during this part on their free visit last week. He didn't cry this time though. By this point, all the moms were asked to put the toys in the container, as they would distract the babies from the activities. Somehow, a maraca was left over and Gideon found it. As he was playing with it, a cute little girl crawled up to Gideon and tried taking the maraca away from him.

He was about to give in, until Alexa reached out for the maraca to take it away from Gideon. Gideon pulled it away from Alexa's hands and hit the girl in the head with the maraca (by mistake of course).

A 3 second pause.

The little girl started crying and raced back to her mommy. The teacher made it clear that it was an accident and the girl's mom agreed.

And that was Gideon’s first day at the Gymboree.

All smiles


Another tube picture

Gideon on what looks like a stairmaster.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007


Crawling is one thing. Gideon's pretty mobile in that department and pretty accurate in getting to his destination. When it comes to walking though, that is another story. Check out the brief video below of Gideon trying to get to his book.