It’s a Girl

If you’ve seen season two of the television show “Lost,” you’ll recall that the entire season revolved around the need to push a button every 108 minutes. Why? Because if the button went unpressed, the mysterious island where the show takes place would go nuclear. Or something like that.

At the time, I thought, “Jeez, having to push a button every 108 minutes would really wreak havoc on your sleep cycle.” Now, of course, I know exactly how poor Desmond Hume felt during season two of the show.

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In the operating room, the single most surprising thing about Delphine’s delivery was her hair. We really weren’t expecting a thick, dark head of hair. And it’s just gotten longer and thicker ever since.

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A librarian came to our parenting class one recent Friday afternoon to talk about reading to your child, er, infant. She held up copies of the popular Tana Hoban black-and-white books, reminding us that little babies supposedly prefer to look at high-contrast, black-and-white images.

Um, sure. If we’re lucky, we can get Delphine to stare at her black-and-white mobile or her black-and-white art cards (both hand-me-downs from pals Ali and Alexandra) for, at most, about seven minutes. Then it’s back to gazing off dreamily into space or — joy! — focusing on us.

That’s OK, said the library lady. Because guess what? You can READ to your baby instead! (more…)

If we have such a thing as a parenting philosophy, it amounts to little more than a spit-up-stained version of the old credo “Moderation in all things.” Baby D. gets a bath, for example, every few days. Not every day at 7 p.m., nor only when we happen to notice she’s filthy. But just often enough.

We’ve been trying to apply the same principle to parenting in public. Restauranting isn’t an activity we do all that often — we like to cook, after all — but we do enjoy it. And since everyone says eating out with a baby is easiest when she’s small (and therefore, hopefully, asleep throughout the meal), we thought we’d try it. (more…)

Yeah, you thought Tiny Prints was the name of an online photo-card company. But it’s also the stuff that covers pretty much every item of baby clothing we own. (more…)

These are four bibs handed down to us from cousin Adela. I like to think that a baby would wear them each in turn, the fashion progressing in lockstep with the evolution of the baby from cute little tot to demanding toddler. (more…)