Monthly Archives: April 2010

April Update

Time for my once-a-month update. Above is a semi-recent (well, maybe a month or two ago) picture of the munchkins. In kid updates:

Oona is almost sitting up. She lasts a few seconds before toppling off to one side. She babbles a lot, sticks everything in her mouth, laughs, rolls all over the floor, and is eating three solid meals a day. She’s a good baby. She was sleeping through the night for a while, but now gets up sometime between 4:30 and 6 a.m. to eat, then goes back to sleep until 8. (She goes to bed at 7.) She’s overall a great baby – takes her regular naps in her crib without fussing, sucks her thumb to keep herself happy, smiles a lot. She’s a keeper!

Shea is still obsessed with balls and Thomas the Train, still running in all directions. He’s really into the alphabet and into singing songs lately, so we’ve signed him up for Music Together again. He loves to sing Itsy Bitsy Spider, the ABCs, Happy Birthday (to Evelyn, our one-year-old neighbor, whose birthday was in November), Alouette, etc.

I’ve started writing down things Shea says. Here are a few:

“Close the computer, get down, come play.”

“I need a serviette. I have mokos.” (Translation: “I need a napkin (fr). I have boogers (sp).”

Hearing the branches of the tree scratch our dining room window, Shea asks: “What’s that?”
Me: “That’s the tree knocking on the window to say hello. It’s saying, ‘Hello, window.’ ‘Hello, Shea.’”
Shea: “The tree doesn’t have eyes. The tree has leaves.”

April 7, 2010
Me: “Shea, what’s your name?”
Shea: “Shea Turon.”
Me: “What’s Oona’s name?”
Shea: “Oona Turon. (Pause) Your name is Mama Turon.”
Me: “No, my name is Meghan Ward.”

April 8, 2010
Me: “Shea, what’s your name?”
Shea: “Shea Turon.”
Me: “What’s your sister’s name?”
Shea: “Oona Turon.”
Me: “What’s Papa’s name?”
Shea: “Papa Turon”
Me: “What’s my name?”
Shea: “Mama Meghan Ward”

I ran my half marathon on March 28. My goal was to run 10-minute-miles (I’d done many of my long runs at exactly that speed, but I’d never run 13 miles before). I ran 9:39-minute miles, so I was happy about that. It’s not fast, but it was fast for a 40-year-old who started training two months before the race. Speaking of being 40 – yes! I am 40 now! And it feels the same as 39. We had a really fun wine tasting party. Instead of providing all the food and wine like we usually do, we had everyone bring their favorite wine or a pairing (most people brought both), and we had a ton of fabulous wine and food as a result. Really fun.

I’m busy working on what I hope will be the last revision of my book (I’ve said that how many times before?) I gave myself an 8-week deadline one week ago, so I have seven more weeks until I turn it in to my editor, then I’ll go over it again once I get her feedback. I was extremely unmotivated for two months, but now that my race is over and I’m less exhausted from running all the time, I feel up for the task. The drawback is …

I hurt my back. It had been hurting ever since Oona was born from carrying both kids and lugging that damn double stroller in and out of the car (as much as I love that stroller, it’s messed up my back.) It hurt a lot the night before my race, and I had promised the doctor I’d stop running for a while after the race, and I did. But then this past Tuesday I twisted around to change Shea’s diaper and – OMG – couldn’t move. Got to the couch and could not get up. I was in so much pain and no matter what position I lay in, it hurt like hell. I tried Advil and ice (fortunately the nanny was here, so she had three people to take care of that day), but nothing worked, so I finally had to take a Vicodin left over from my wrist surgery. It made me fall asleep, but when I woke up after four hours on the couch, I could stand up and walk again. I went to the doctor and he prescribed me Vicodin and told me to sit as little as possible. So I spent Wednesday writing standing up all day. I thought it would be awful, but it was fine. I even kind of liked it. Now here I am writing in bed, but tomorrow I’ll work standing up again. This morning at 6 a.m. after feeding Oona, it tweaked again and I had to take another Vicodin, but now it’s a little better. I just have to take it easy until it heals. No running, but I joined the Y, so I can swim there now.

Shea is in swimming classes at the Y. If we’d kept up our Petite Baleen classes that he was taking when he was a year, he’d be swimming under water by now, but it was so far away and so expensive, that I just couldn’t do it once I was pregnant with Oona. And the Y has childcare, so I drop Oona off there to take Shea to class. He loves the water, though, and isn’t afraid to jump in, so I don’t think those classes were a waste. We take Oona once in a while on a Saturday, and I hope to get her into a class soon, too.

I’m busy with Writerland.com, reading a 550-page book to do a book review for the Chronicle, editing a client’s memoir, tutoring three students, and trying to finish my own book during the two days we have a nanny, so I’m plenty busy. Martin has suddenly gone vegan (well, except when we order pizza, but he’s still vegetarian on those days), so we’re eating a lot of vegetarian food lately. Although today while he had his tofu, Shea and I stuffed ourselves full of pork and beans (made from the Easter ham) and quesadillas. Yum. Yum.

We enrolled Shea for preschool starting in August. He came with us and loved it (three friends from his French playgroup who go there already). It wasn’t my first choice because it’s not walking distance, but the nanny said she can take the bus to pick them up at 3. That way they’ll still get some Spanish two days a week. Plus I felt sad at the thought of her not seeing Shea anymore. He’s so attached to her since she’s taken care of him since he was six weeks old. There’s a Spanish-speaking preschool we could try to get Oona into, but it’s way too late for Shea. I didn’t know about it until recently, and there’s a LONG waiting list.

As for where to send them for elementary school, that’s another post. A LONG post.

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