Instant Grow Toddler

December 19th, 2009

We recently had another child, Michelle. Julia loves being a big sister and I think we did a good job preparing her for that role. She also has not ‘regressed’ as I was warned might happen and potty training is continuing pretty well.

The incredible thing, though, is that Julia (who is almost two and a half) doubled in size the moment Michelle was born (not literally, numbskull). We often look at photos of newborn Julia and marvel at how much she’s grown, all her hair, her vocabulary, etc. We expected Michelle to be small and boring by comparison. What struck us, however, is how big Julia seems now. The feeling is a bit creepy and hard to explain, but this little creature which we used to loving refer to as a mini-human now seems like a giant. It’s a bit like that walking-on-a-cloud feeling you get for the first few steps after stepping off a people-mover you were walking on.

Also, Julia talks to me while I change her diaper, which is weird and I hope this potty training goes quickly.

Scientifically Accurate Nursery Rhymes: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

May 27th, 2009

I was putting Julia to sleep last night and began singing her Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, as I often do. After the first two lines, I had to stop to consider that I was wondering aloud to my child what a star was when I know the answer perfectly well. This resulted in an impromptu science lesson delivered in a lulling whisper (I’m sure my 1¾-years-old daughter would think I was a know-it-all if she could understand what I was saying).

‘But Ben,’ you might say, ‘it’s a quaint, early-19th century poem which portrays the wonder of a young child still discovering the world around them.’ Nonsense! They knew what stars were in 1806, why not take advantage of the child’s wonder to teach them something useful? In spite of any arguments which might favor poetic license or other silly concepts, I now present to you my scientifically-accurate-but-still-perfectly-good version of this classic nursery rhyme:

Twinkle, Twinkle, Massive Plasma Ball

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I need not wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
A ball of plasma in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I need not wonder what you are.

Just like the blazing sun of day,
But smaller ’cause you’re far away.
When our Sun has set at night,
The sky turns dark, we see your light.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I do not wonder what you are.

You seem to twinkle, I cannot see,
That you shine so steadily.
Effecting this glimmer it would appear,
Small disturbances in the atmosphere.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
No need to wonder what you are.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Now I know just what you are.

Pockets

December 6th, 2008

Back when Julia was only a few months old, our good friend Ellen pointed out that baby clothes have pockets, despite the fact that babies have no use for them; on children’s clothing, pockets are a waste of fabric, thread, and manufacturing capacity. On a later occasion, I decided to prove her wrong by filling Julia’s cargo overalls with all of the things a baby would put in her pockets if she were able to make use of them: pacifiers, teethers, fake keys, small toys, and other miscellaneous knick-knacks. We all got a kick out of it.

Later, I found that some of her pants had impostor pockets, designed to look like pockets but lacking a pouch to hold anything. It makes sense that a feature which was included soley as decoration not have the functionality of the original item it was modeled after. Yet, I can’t help but think that it’s just silly; if you’re going to include a pocket, you might as well make it a real pocket.

The solution to all this is to drop the ornamental pockets from clothes where they will see no use. Of course, this will never happen; we love that little toddlers look just like tiny adults and eliminating the pockets will reduce this effect, a sort of uncanny valley of adorableness.

The Ring Toy

October 10th, 2008

Ring ToyJulia loves her rings-on-a-pole toy. We love it, too; it’s quiet and will entertain her for thirty minutes at a time (forever in toddler time… thanks, Uncle Neil!). She takes all the rings off and puts them back on in different orders, or stacks them off the pole, or arranges them very carefully on the floor around her.

It reinforces what we’ve always believed: kids can entertain themselves with the simplest things. What is she thinking when she plays with that toy? Could she be experimenting in order to create an engineering/architectural masterpiece? (‘As you can see, the out-of-order configuration of the rings conveys the existential fragility of the human condition.’) Attempting to figure out, through brute force, the number of possible ring combinations? Completing a semi-imaginary Towers of Hanoi puzzle? Making performance art? (‘As you can see, the passage of the rings between the post, hand, floor, and table conveys the existential fragility of the human condition.’) Creating a sculpture? (‘The contrast between the edible Cheerios and the large plastic fake Cheerios clearly conveys the existential fragility of the human condition.’)

Babies are very philosophical.

Stroller Soccer

September 7th, 2008

There aren’t too many options for exercising with a child. Many parents have chosen the gym-with-daycare option (’I know you’ve been in daycare all day while Mommy’s been at work, but this daycare is workout themed and I’ll only be 90 minutes’). Parent-child exercise or yoga classes are available, but provide the same workout they’ve been getting all day or pay for daycare to avoid—following their child around. Others have gone with the jogging stroller, which is a pretty good option. Great outdoors, scenery, sunlight, etc.

Unfortunately, none of these options offer anything for the competitor in us. It’s often hard for parents of young children to participate in sports because it means finding a sitter and more time apart. So I present my solution, a wonderful fusion of a classic international sport with standard yuppie-parent gear. No, not jogging stroller races (though that’s not a bad idea…), stroller soccer!

Stroller soccer is played much like regular soccer, except that contact with the ball is limited to the stroller. It’s a great way for parents to spend time with their kids while getting exercise and releasing stress. It’s also a great way to indoctrinate kids even earlier into competitive sports while teaching them how to taunt, the importance of winning, and arguing calls. Oh, I guess teamwork and being a good sport, too.

Stroller soccer is going to catch on. Just imagine the scene at your local rec center in a few years:

Tom steps up for the kick-in. He whacks the ball with the left front wheel, startling his son, Aiden, awake… and he’s right back to sleep. Janet picks up the pass and dribbles downfield, zig-zagging through the defenders. A quick cut to the right and whoa, her son Ethan almost fell out of the stroller on that one! She passes to Chuck, who’s daughter Isabel is clearly enjoying the smooth ride of her new Strollmaster 6700x. Chuck heads toward to goal while defender Beth, in an act of desperation, launches her stroller, Andrew and all, across the field to try to impede his progress, much like a hockey player throwing his stick to interfere with a breakaway. The grass slows it pretty quickly, however, making it easy for Chuck to expertly avoid the obstacle and swoop in towards the net, where goaltender Dana is trying to quickly finish changing her son’s diaper. Her son’s giving her a hard time, though, and Chuck easily gets the goal.

In hockey, throwing your stick is actually a penalty. Come to think of it, launching your stroller probably should be, too. New stroller soccer rule: two hands on the stroller at all times. Also, babies properly buckled; no sense in taking silly risks, now. Stroller soccer is totally the new playgroup, fun for parents and babies alike.

I wonder if a twin stroller would be an advantage or a disadvantage. Also, imagine how much it would suck to be the child of the goaltender.

Make Way For Ducklings Interactive Map

August 17th, 2008

I loved the book Make Way For Ducklings growing up, so I recently bought a copy to share with my own daughter. After I read it to her, I had the idea of plotting their journey on an interactive map. Since this was actually in the realm of my technical abilities, I decided to do it. It’s complete with photos and a heavily abridged, slightly humorous narrative. You can find it at schwartzster.com/ducklings. I hope you enjoy it!

Popular Names

July 14th, 2008

When selecting a name for their child, most people try to select a name that is not currently popular. After all, who wants their kid to be one of 12 Emmas in their class? Many parents choose a name they think is rare only to end up in a wave of that name. It’s nobody’s fault, really; it’s not as if one child gets named Zachary and all of that family’s friends and relatives rush out to change their own kids’ names.

My best guess as to how it works is this: a couple looks for a unique name for their baby and chooses Aiden. They tell their friends and family about the baby, generating a little bit of chatter. Other people overhear this chatter (for example, a conversation in the mall about the baby or a grandmother telling all of her friends about it) and decide they like that name. It gets passed on to people looking for baby names who like it and use it. As more children are given the name, more chatter containing the name is generated and the name spreads. Since most of the people with that name are babies, parents choosing the name have never met anyone with the name and don’t realize that it’s so popular. The result is a bunch of parents getting hooked on a name at around the same time with no way to know until they arrive at playgroup to find that all of the other boys are named Aiden and the girls are all Emma.

If a child does have a very popular name, it is almost never approrpriate to tell their parents that their child’s name is ’so popular these days.’ Chances are that they are already acutely aware of this and don’t really want to be reminded, much like you wouldn’t tell someone with a Kanji tattoo that everyone is getting ‘Harmony’ written in Japanese-looking giberish on their arms.

Actually, until someone said this to me (that Julia was becoming a popular name, not that my Kanji tat sucked), I wasn’t aware that Julia was popular at all. I just looked it up on the Social Security Administration website and it turns out that Julia has been in the top 35 baby names for the last decade. Oops.

The Tagline

June 25th, 2008

The blog’s current tagline reads “Yes, we’re old enough to have a child.” This comes from several incidents where people have said we don’t look old enough to have a child. Guess what folks? It’s called puberty (’The Changes’ for all you yentas out there). We are quite old enough to have a child, several actually, if we were so inclined.

I took Julia to the grocery store the other day. I was in the produce section scoping out some melons (I know what you’re thinking, putz) when an elderly woman who was nearby exclaimed “What a cute little baby!” or something along those lines. I smiled kindly at her and answered her questions (Julia, yes it is a nice name, and 9 months). She asked me if this was my first child. This is not an uncommon question. When I tell people yes, they usually say something like ‘You can tell because you’re so proud of her.’

This woman had the chutzpa to say “Thank goodness.”

I ignored that remark and continued shopping (Mmm, melons). A few minutes later, her husband wanders over. Well, I assumed it was her husband, but I guess one of the points of this story is that one shouldn’t assume; he could have been her cicisbeo for all I know. Anyway, she said to him “Look at that adorable child. Her name is Julia, isn’t that precious? Isn’t he too young to have a child?”

“You know, you’re a real schmuck. Clearly, I am both old enough and mature enough to have a child. I’m here buying fruit, putting healthy food on my family’s table, taking darn good care of my kid whom you adore so much and I have to put up with the likes of you and your kibitzing. Why don’t you get your giant schnoz out of other people’s business?”

Actually, I just smiled at the husband/cicisbeo and continued shopping. No use starting a fist fight with a yutzy old lady (though I could totally have taken her).

Tips for Buying a Baby Shower Gift

June 16th, 2008

Congratulations! Someone you know has a bun in the oven and they’ve graciously invited you to buy their precious little snowflake (note: it vaguely resembles an extraterrestrial at this point—and not even cute, cuddly one like ET) a gift. After contemplating the failure of natural selection, you may wish to heartily devour this tirade about greediness. Or maybe you’re excited… whatever floats your boat.

The point is, thoughts on the merit of the invitation aside, you’re probably going to want to buy a gift. After lugging stuff home from three baby showers (two of which I wasn’t invited to and one of which I helped organize (not for my kid)) and attending several more, I feel qualified to share some practical baby shower gifting advice. Also, stay tuned for some tips on throwing a shower.

The Registry – This one is a totally obvious no-brainer, but I’ll write it anyway: If it’s on the registry, they want it. You don’t have to buy it off the registry per se, but at least use the registry as a guide. If you see that they asked for a stroller and someone bought it already, don’t buy another one. Also, don’t assume that you know which model stroller they should really have and get that instead (more on this later).

Gift receipts – Include them if you can. The parents-to-be are going to receive duplicate gifts as well as crap the don’t really want. If Target won’t take it back (it’s a crap shoot even with a receipt), your gift went to waste.

Buy for different agesEverybody is going to buy newborn stuff. My kid could have worn a new onsie every day for the first six months and still not worn everything. Of course, we couldn’t even exchange much of it for larger sizes because we didn’t have a gift receipt and couldn’t find a store that sold it and would take it back (thanks, Target). Also, it’s entirely possible that the kid skips newborn size entirely. Besides, the cuter clothes are all in larger sizes.

Buying other stuff – If you’re an experienced parent looking at the wishlist of a soon-to-be-firsttime-parent, you’re bound to notice huge gaps, things they forgot to add or didn’t know they needed. Well, that’s what you think, anyway. Maybe they didn’t ask for the Super Ultra Deluxe HyperActivity Lights and Sounds Entertains-Your-Kid-So-You-Don’t-Have-To Machine because they’ve decided to take a different tack when it comes to parenting. Ask yourself, Are <Parents-To-Be> the type of people who would like this for their family? Also, take a look at the registry; does the product you are considering fit in with the other stuff on the registry or does it stick out like Gonzo’s nose? And for goodness’ sake, include a freakin’ gift reciept.

Consider the age and season – That sundress is adorable. Just make sure to size it so that it won’t be cold around the time she’s old enough to fit into it.

Give gift cards – All the stuff you’re buying is really just creating hassle for the parents-to-be; they’ve probably got enough on their mind as it is, and all this stuff just adds work (transporting, storing, exchanging, etc.). You might think giftcards are thoughtless, but how thoughtful is it to pick something off a registry? I think the most thoughful gift would be a giftcard with a note that says “For the <requested item>, or whatever else you’d like”. They’ll appreciate being able to pick out something they really need and will be able to stretch it further with sales and coupons. And don’t worry, you’re not burdening them with and extra trip to Babies R Us, they have to go anyways to return stuff.

Say ‘Hello’ to our little blog!

May 9th, 2008

My name is Julia Lea Schwartz. I am 8 months, 21 days, 13 hours, and 42 minutes old (not that anyone’s counting). This is a blog about my family. But since we all know it’s really about me, here’s a photo recap of my life:

I was born. (Age 0)
My birth day!

I got a bunny. (Age 4 weeks)
Bunny

Mom and dad think I’m a doll or something. (Age 4 months)
Present!

I got a Facebook account. (Age 5 months)
The Bionic Baby

I was experimented on. (Age 6 months)
Like a lab rat

I continued to get cuter. (Age 7 months)
Gotta love me!

I am a little baby and I do little baby things. I love my mommy unconditionally. Other people are alright sometimes. I can roll over, stand if I have something to grab on to, almost pull myself up, and push myself backwards. I’m still working on crawling forwards and standing, but I’m getting really close.

I am ego-centric. I love looking at myself in mirrors. I love attention. I like being up high (Dad’s shoulders are the best). Swing sets are fun. I like money (especially Dad’s credit card), jewelry, and power (cords). I get hugged and squeezed. A lot. I don’t really like that. I also don’t like when people laugh. Or green beans.

I have a very loving family. My mother is studying nursing and works at Starbucks. My father is a geek. He fixes computers, does radio promotions, and studies engineering at Tufts. I have three unclesAiden, Austin, and Fideland two auntsKyla and Suzie.

Now you’re all caught up. I’m very excited about my our new blog and I hope you’ll enjoy it.