[Jeremy] On the advice of a friend, we took a trip to the one of the closest state parks to our little home in West Lebanon... Quechee State Park. The main attraction of Quechee State Park is a rather large gorge in which there is a small but robust little river. After a 15 min hike down the length of the gorge, you come to a beautiful section of the gorge where you can easily climb on to rocks in the river. In this section, the rocks are big and randomly placed and create many little pools and tiny waterfalls. We weren't sure if Ethan would like it at first, but once he started exploring, he kept at it for over an hour. Everyone had gone home before we started to make our way back to the shore. Below is a video of Ethan doing some exploring with his papa.
NOTE: After a visit back to PA for a wedding a few weeks ago, I found a few of my old toddler shirts that my mom had saved (and that I had packed away when I was moving out of my childhood home in Homer City, PA). Two of the three shirts were Penn State shirts... Ethan has been wearing them a lot this summer -- they have been washed so many times that they are SUPER soft. Anyway, if you look closely, you can see that Ethan is wearing one of them in this video.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Hand, Foot, and Mouth
[Jeremy] Just a little update about Ethan's health....
About 2 weeks ago, Ethan came down with a case of hand, foot, and mouth disease (WebMD LINK). It happened during the last few days of the week Jody was in Haiti, so it was my first test of dealing with an issue of Ethan's health by myself. Luckily, he was scheduled for his 2 year checkup that Friday, and our doctor quickly identified the illness from the rash Ethan had on his hands. All in all, it was not a bad illness. The worst part of it was the VERY sore throat that Ethan had for almost a week. I had to force feed him some Gatorade a few times to keep him hydrated, but we made it through.
During the process of getting through the illness (it's a virus and lasts about a week), Ethan learned the words HURT and OUCH. He has been using them both words to great effect ever since. It has actually helped us communicate much more effectively when he hurts himself.
About 2 weeks ago, Ethan came down with a case of hand, foot, and mouth disease (WebMD LINK). It happened during the last few days of the week Jody was in Haiti, so it was my first test of dealing with an issue of Ethan's health by myself. Luckily, he was scheduled for his 2 year checkup that Friday, and our doctor quickly identified the illness from the rash Ethan had on his hands. All in all, it was not a bad illness. The worst part of it was the VERY sore throat that Ethan had for almost a week. I had to force feed him some Gatorade a few times to keep him hydrated, but we made it through.
During the process of getting through the illness (it's a virus and lasts about a week), Ethan learned the words HURT and OUCH. He has been using them both words to great effect ever since. It has actually helped us communicate much more effectively when he hurts himself.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Pipes
It has been so hot here, I can barely think... but I got inspired yesterday when I was in Home Depot buying some spray paint for a little project. For less than $10 I built Ethan a little PVC pipe play set like the one he loves to play with at the Montshire Museum of Science. We actually built most of it together at the kitchen sink. :-) I am hoping to expand the set in the near future... Ethan often asks for "more pipes!? Below are two videos I took of him playing with his new hand-crafted "pipes."
Monday, July 5, 2010
Paul comes to Visit... James is born
[Jeremy] As I am writing this blog entry, Jody is in Haiti doing some work for the breastfeeding project she got grant money to work on.
The day she left, our good friend Morgaine went in to labor. Her husband is away on a summer internship and she had a friend visiting from France (Gaelle) who took her to the hospital... taking care of her 2.5 year old son Paul, was our responsibility. Saturday morning, Morgaine sent me an URGENT text message about 9:00am or so saying that it was the day (8 minutes between contractions). She brought Paul over at about 10:00am, and he stayed at our house the rest of that day, spent the night, and then left the next day after diner. It was a bit rough at points (2 two-year-old boys...) but it was also a wonderful experience for all of us and I was overwhelmed at the trust that Morgaine and Paul had placed in Jody, Ethan, and I.
Jody stayed until after bath time and then drove to Boston to stay with a friend. I put Ethan and Paul to bed and the crashed, exhausted. We started the next day at about 5:30, and played hard all morning. It was so hot outside that we had to spend most of out time indoors which made things a little more difficult. But, by the second day Paul and Ethan had gotten used to each other and were playing much better side by side, and were both doing a much better job of sharing.
Paul does not quite have the stamina that Ethan does (he usually gets up much later) and fell asleep in his bowl of yogurt at about 10:00. I wiped off his face and poured him on to the bed. He slept a solid 2 hours. Ethan went down a bit later, and slept a good length as well.
The visit was a bit of a wake up call for me. We are hoping to have another child soon and 2 are a LOT more work than one. And since, I am gonna probably be the primary caregiver for the next few years... much of that work is gonna be mine.
Nonetheless, I try to envision myself as some manner of Renaissance super-dad, that jogs in the morning, makes breakfast, cleans, shops, fixes stuff around the house, tends the garden, works on the house (with help from two munchins), cooks diner, supports my partner, makes art, plays rugby and chillaxes... we'll see.
Anyway, on to the goods... below are a few pictures from Paul's visit (the one of them napping just makes my heart melt):
So, Morgaine went to the hospital at 10:00am and James (her new little marshmallowly cute American born French-bred nugget) was born at 12:10. He came joined the outside work weighing in at 4.4 kilos! Morgaine and James are doing just fine... Hot and sweaty, but fine.
The day she left, our good friend Morgaine went in to labor. Her husband is away on a summer internship and she had a friend visiting from France (Gaelle) who took her to the hospital... taking care of her 2.5 year old son Paul, was our responsibility. Saturday morning, Morgaine sent me an URGENT text message about 9:00am or so saying that it was the day (8 minutes between contractions). She brought Paul over at about 10:00am, and he stayed at our house the rest of that day, spent the night, and then left the next day after diner. It was a bit rough at points (2 two-year-old boys...) but it was also a wonderful experience for all of us and I was overwhelmed at the trust that Morgaine and Paul had placed in Jody, Ethan, and I.
Jody stayed until after bath time and then drove to Boston to stay with a friend. I put Ethan and Paul to bed and the crashed, exhausted. We started the next day at about 5:30, and played hard all morning. It was so hot outside that we had to spend most of out time indoors which made things a little more difficult. But, by the second day Paul and Ethan had gotten used to each other and were playing much better side by side, and were both doing a much better job of sharing.
Paul does not quite have the stamina that Ethan does (he usually gets up much later) and fell asleep in his bowl of yogurt at about 10:00. I wiped off his face and poured him on to the bed. He slept a solid 2 hours. Ethan went down a bit later, and slept a good length as well.
The visit was a bit of a wake up call for me. We are hoping to have another child soon and 2 are a LOT more work than one. And since, I am gonna probably be the primary caregiver for the next few years... much of that work is gonna be mine.
Nonetheless, I try to envision myself as some manner of Renaissance super-dad, that jogs in the morning, makes breakfast, cleans, shops, fixes stuff around the house, tends the garden, works on the house (with help from two munchins), cooks diner, supports my partner, makes art, plays rugby and chillaxes... we'll see.
Anyway, on to the goods... below are a few pictures from Paul's visit (the one of them napping just makes my heart melt):
So, Morgaine went to the hospital at 10:00am and James (her new little marshmallowly cute American born French-bred nugget) was born at 12:10. He came joined the outside work weighing in at 4.4 kilos! Morgaine and James are doing just fine... Hot and sweaty, but fine.
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