Yes, it's an original Eames.
(Sorry Guy, as you can see I haven't kept it in mint condition.)
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Growth Chart
It's not scientific, but it makes the point pretty well:
As reference, I'll post an old photo too. This is from Oct 28, 2010. Take note of the green floral pattern:
Yes, it's the exact same item.
As reference, I'll post an old photo too. This is from Oct 28, 2010. Take note of the green floral pattern:
Yes, it's the exact same item.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Back from Puerto Rico!
Lots of great stories and photos....if the little monster gives me some free time tomorrow I will post some.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
How to describe him? He's entering a really great phase: alert, curious, and adorable. He is frequently laughing, frequently gazing in wonder with wide eyes at everything around him. He soaks it all in. The flapping arms, the way he holds them horizontal and then suddenly flaps them down when he gets excited.
He used to get nervous and scared standing up. he was kind of terrified and fascinated by it, and after a few minutes he would start to cry. now he wants to stay standing all day long. he gets standing up and suddenly the little head starts swiveling left and right, like hey now i can see things. and sure enough there he is looking at the coffee table with the new Atlantic on it.
The way he watches first and then reacts. There's this tiny moment between when you do the funny thing (make a sound, zoom your head toward him) and he reacts to it. The reaction might just be a smile, or a gurgle, or it might be a full on laugh. But he is clearly taking a few seconds to process whatever you're doing, take it in and chew on it, before he decides that he likes it and gives you his reaction.
The quiet moments. He can spend tens of minutes at a time just sitting quietly staring into space now. That almost never happens if he's sitting in a car seat or on the couch. But if I have him tucked under my arm--- and he's still just under the weight and height limit to fit under my arm--- he will sometimes just sit silently, sucking on his fist and slobbering all down his front. This is much more likely to happen if I am active, getting up walking around and performing tasks. He can be completely calm for a long time under the left arm, if he's watching me go about my business with my right arm.
He used to get nervous and scared standing up. he was kind of terrified and fascinated by it, and after a few minutes he would start to cry. now he wants to stay standing all day long. he gets standing up and suddenly the little head starts swiveling left and right, like hey now i can see things. and sure enough there he is looking at the coffee table with the new Atlantic on it.
The way he watches first and then reacts. There's this tiny moment between when you do the funny thing (make a sound, zoom your head toward him) and he reacts to it. The reaction might just be a smile, or a gurgle, or it might be a full on laugh. But he is clearly taking a few seconds to process whatever you're doing, take it in and chew on it, before he decides that he likes it and gives you his reaction.
The quiet moments. He can spend tens of minutes at a time just sitting quietly staring into space now. That almost never happens if he's sitting in a car seat or on the couch. But if I have him tucked under my arm--- and he's still just under the weight and height limit to fit under my arm--- he will sometimes just sit silently, sucking on his fist and slobbering all down his front. This is much more likely to happen if I am active, getting up walking around and performing tasks. He can be completely calm for a long time under the left arm, if he's watching me go about my business with my right arm.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
bottle feeding part 2
Some of you may have read my previous post about teaching Elliot to take a plastic bottle. You may have noticed that there was lots of existential ranting, but scant details about the actual process of bottle training.
So here's the rest of the story.
As I started feeding Elliot regularly, I found that the best strategy was to face him toward some object he likes. (These include, in descending order, the colander, the refrigerator, a photograph of a semi-nude woman that hangs in the hallway, and Hannah's grandmother's oil painting of a flower.)
So on the momentous day when he finally took the bottle, I had him upright in my arms, facing out. I was standing in front of the colander, which hangs from our pot rack. This allowed me to lean back against the kitchen counter.
He seemed content there, but I had a problem. If he'd been on his back I could have held the bottle upside down, vertically, and the milk would have flowed easily. But since he was seated upright, the bottle kept tipping forward and no milk could come out. So he was playing with the nipple but not drinking from it.
Every time I tried to lie him on his back, he cried and wouldn't take the bottle. And every time I sat him upright he sucked on the nipple but no milk came out. Fnck!
So here's what I did: I let him just suck on the empty nipple, kind of playing with it. And then, since I was leaning against the kitchen counter with him comfortably snuggled in my arms, I leaned my whole body backwards very very slowly. Little by little, tiny increments. I watched as he continued to suck, not noticing that he was slowly tipping horizontal. And I watched the milk slowly roll forward toward the tip of the nipple.
Eh voila! The milk filled the nipple, and Elliot kept sucking away happily. Little bubbles rose through the fluid. Elliot was drinking from a bottle. Success!
There was only one problem, and I was feeling it in my abs. To get the correct angle to feed him at, I had unconsciously leaned way, way back, so that I was essentially holding myself mid-sit-up, with an 18 pound weight resting on my chest.
Now, I know you think I do regular 18-pound weight sit-ups--- how else would I have such sweet abs? But you are incorrect. I do not do sit-ups to get these sweet abs.
After about five seconds I was hurting bad. I held the sit-up for about ten more seconds, out of love for Elliot and commitment to his nutritional status. And then I quit.
I know it seems crazy, but at the time it felt like any movement would disrupt the delicate balance. Maybe it's like the fog of war that soldiers describe: in that moment of panic and desperation you sometimes do crazy sh!t that you cannot explain later.
So here's the rest of the story.
As I started feeding Elliot regularly, I found that the best strategy was to face him toward some object he likes. (These include, in descending order, the colander, the refrigerator, a photograph of a semi-nude woman that hangs in the hallway, and Hannah's grandmother's oil painting of a flower.)
So on the momentous day when he finally took the bottle, I had him upright in my arms, facing out. I was standing in front of the colander, which hangs from our pot rack. This allowed me to lean back against the kitchen counter.
He seemed content there, but I had a problem. If he'd been on his back I could have held the bottle upside down, vertically, and the milk would have flowed easily. But since he was seated upright, the bottle kept tipping forward and no milk could come out. So he was playing with the nipple but not drinking from it.
Every time I tried to lie him on his back, he cried and wouldn't take the bottle. And every time I sat him upright he sucked on the nipple but no milk came out. Fnck!
So here's what I did: I let him just suck on the empty nipple, kind of playing with it. And then, since I was leaning against the kitchen counter with him comfortably snuggled in my arms, I leaned my whole body backwards very very slowly. Little by little, tiny increments. I watched as he continued to suck, not noticing that he was slowly tipping horizontal. And I watched the milk slowly roll forward toward the tip of the nipple.
Eh voila! The milk filled the nipple, and Elliot kept sucking away happily. Little bubbles rose through the fluid. Elliot was drinking from a bottle. Success!
There was only one problem, and I was feeling it in my abs. To get the correct angle to feed him at, I had unconsciously leaned way, way back, so that I was essentially holding myself mid-sit-up, with an 18 pound weight resting on my chest.
Now, I know you think I do regular 18-pound weight sit-ups--- how else would I have such sweet abs? But you are incorrect. I do not do sit-ups to get these sweet abs.
After about five seconds I was hurting bad. I held the sit-up for about ten more seconds, out of love for Elliot and commitment to his nutritional status. And then I quit.
I know it seems crazy, but at the time it felt like any movement would disrupt the delicate balance. Maybe it's like the fog of war that soldiers describe: in that moment of panic and desperation you sometimes do crazy sh!t that you cannot explain later.
Live-blogging Dad Week
Beautiful day today. already went for a walk, met a couple of adorable toddlers at the coffee shop. Favorite quote: "Babies are so little!" says the 2 year-old.
Chugging back the milk. He's had about 10oz and it's not even noon...
Chugging back the milk. He's had about 10oz and it's not even noon...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Live-blogging Dad Week
The blog's number one fan wrote me wondering about today's update...I totally forgot. I clearly have no future in blogging. You have to do this every day? Multiple times? Jeeez.
Elliot drank five bags of milk already today, which comes out to at LEAST fifteen ounces (although I stopped counting along the way). So we're pretty much past the bottle stubbornness phase.....
It was rainy so we didn't do much else. I put him in the carrier and walked over to the Brooklyn Museum, stood under the awning and read my book while he slept. Which is a col way to get a little reading in.
Elliot drank five bags of milk already today, which comes out to at LEAST fifteen ounces (although I stopped counting along the way). So we're pretty much past the bottle stubbornness phase.....
It was rainy so we didn't do much else. I put him in the carrier and walked over to the Brooklyn Museum, stood under the awning and read my book while he slept. Which is a col way to get a little reading in.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Live-blogging Dad Week
Back from a nice walk.
He drank 8 oz from the bottle today! Turns out he loves the bottle and will drink from it every 1.5 hours or so.
For the record, I am aware that for three months Hannah did what I've been doing this week, without feeling the need to blog, tweet, or otherwise trumpet the accomplishment.
And now, I will carry on trumpeting my accomplishments....
He drank 8 oz from the bottle today! Turns out he loves the bottle and will drink from it every 1.5 hours or so.
For the record, I am aware that for three months Hannah did what I've been doing this week, without feeling the need to blog, tweet, or otherwise trumpet the accomplishment.
And now, I will carry on trumpeting my accomplishments....
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