Notes on Snow

We've had 56.5 inches so far this winter.

Let me repeat myself: 56.5 inches.

It is January 28th.

Want to know what it is like to live in NYC during a winter with 56.5 inches of snow (and counting)?

The city looks like this (that is a car on the right):


Which means on most days we look like this:


But some days we take time to stop and look like this:


And on those days our apartment looks like this:


Which means the only place for a boy to sit down and read is this (yes, that is a car seat):

Family Resemblence

When I was home recently, my mom commented that she didn't really think that Harper looked much like Elliot. Or me. Or Chris, for that matter. What do you think?

From L to R: Elliot, Me, Chris

This Guy

is cracking me up these days.

For instance, in the car on the way back from Connecticut (Josh's baptism, to be exact), Elliot decided he wanted to sing primary songs. Not just any primary songs, though, he wanted to sing his OWN primary song. It went a little something like this:

Welcome to God.
Welcome to God.
You are so special.
You are so special.
You can be baptized
just like Jesus!

Based on this, I'm not sure what, exactly, he thinks God is (a place?) -- but we are pretty sure this track will be spinning on an EFY soundtrack soon.

Also, the other day Chris was growling at him (happens quite frequently around here) and Elliot looked at him very seriously and said, "Stop that, Dad. You're creeping me out."

Sleep Training Success?

I originally left the question mark off the title of this post. Then Chris told me not to jinx it. Good point, I thought. So, a question mark was added and I did lots of knocking on wood (well, Ikea "wood" -- but that counts, right?)

But, to get to the point of this post: LAST NIGHT HARPER SLEPT FROM 6:30 P.M. UNTIL 5:45 A.M.

I, of course, woke up every two hours wondering if my daughter was dead.

She wasn't. Instead she's become rather adept at sucking her thumb. My thought? Bring on the orthodontia bills, baby. What's a couple grand compared to a good night's sleep?

So fingers crossed our luck holds tonight. If not, I'm digging last night's pajamas out of the laundry hamper. I am not above lucky pajamas.

Harper Kate - 4 Months

Harper had her 4 month check-up on Monday. Elliot came along -- and cried right along with her when she got her shots. Luckily the nurse thought he deserved a lollipop for being such an empathetic big brother.

Here are her stats:

Height: 24.5 inches (50th percentile)
Weight: 12 lbs 9 oz (50th percentile)
Head Circumference: 40.5 cm (50th percentile - phew!)
And, as Chris said, 99th percentile for smiling.

Harper continues to be an extremely pleasant baby. She smiles easily and often, giggles (mostly at her brother) regularly, and only fusses when she wants something. On the downside, her nighttime sleep has really taken a nose dive. Which is why we started sleep training. Yesterday. So far it has gone better than expected. Hopefully we'll get through it quickly as sleep training is, along with potty training, one of my least favorite parenting tasks.

Christmas 2010

Our Christmas morning started at the very reasonable hour of 7:15 a.m. when, being the impatient parents that we are, we woke Elliot up.

Here's what Santa had to offer (with a little help from Grandma Suzan, Grandpa Bill, and the Lunsfords):



The "Cozy Cone" (a motel from the movie "Cars" for those of you without boys between the age of 2 and 5) took a lot of work with a glue gun on the part of Santa's elves--apparently Santa's workshop (aka Amazon.com) doesn't usually make them. As Chris put it, it was most expensive $3.99 present ever.

Christmas PJ's:





Christmas Morning: (Yes, I am as tired as I look)



Christmas day was followed by a blizzard (with lightning and thunder!), a trip to Connecticut for my mom's birthday, and a puke virus (contracted in Connecticut). Over all, though, we had a great Christmas!

Hilarious

If you haven't already seen this on Jaime's or Elise's blog, check it out. I laughed so hard I cried. I'm not sure about the rest of the country, but in NY people believe it is their inalienable right to comment on your family size/make-up. I was recently stopped on the street and told, "Oh, you have a boy and a girl? Just close down shop, you hear me? Close down shop."