Thursday, January 31, 2008

In the swing of things




Well sportsfans, not only is it almost the Superbowl/Aunt Courtney's birthday, February, and leap year, but we are trucking along with the semester and managing to be pretty good parents while trying to be pretty good scholars. Abdicating any aspirations to excellence is healthy at this point as everything is new, not least the balance of Montana and career. For example: Day 1 of Christy's work: Explain to professor and fellow teaching assistants that 15 minutes or so are needed between lecture and meeting in order to pump breastmilk in the basement of the Dept of Religious Studies (sitting on a metal folding chair in the restroom. Don't tell me that I don't know how to create ambiance). Decide whether or not to bring Montana to class as a 'prop' in high-energy section discussions on abortion. (Just kidding.) Write grant proposal for dissertation research in my head while burping Montana. It's a good life, but sometimes the ping-pong ball feeling of bouncing between enchanting Montana-smiles and abstract ethical concepts can give me a headache. Other times it's invigorating. Either way, by the end of the day I am TIRED. The only solution is to drink a lot of tea, have a robust sense of humor, and take one hour at a time, because I don't want to trade in any of it. Coming to terms with the textures of life is a good thing even if sometimes it feels like a weird version of those 'create your own adventure' books!
Montana's new favorite game is: She makes a noise. I make a noise. She makes a noise. I make a noise... You get the idea. Otherwise known as "infant conversation." It has replaced "follow the snail" as her favorite interactive pastime and is just about as fascinating for a third party to watch, but it's delightful. She also adores her playgym from Grandma Linda (Z). And we've recently discovered two new mom-and-baby friends in the neighborhood, which is fantastic. One of the moms is responsible for catalyzing the sequence of events that led to the establishment of the first legal workers' union in Sri Lanka. (She was a fair labor expert hired by Nike in SE Asia.) Um, wow.
And Montana had her first round of vaccinations last week, so she is now a bit more immunologically durable. She weighs just over 12 pounds -- which explains my impressive biceps! -- and is sleeping pretty well at night, for which we are enormously grateful.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

What a difference two weeks makes








Christiana returns to her professional life this week, Michael to his dissertation-writing burrow in the Yale library, and so far, so good! Prior to the return to some semblance of normality (not that 'normal' will ever mean the same thing again...), we went to NYC for a baby shower for Craig and Heather Lottner, where Montana met her first true peer: Baby Phoebe, born two days prior to Montana, but approximately 4 inches shorter. (We birthed a giant.) We spent that night at Alice's apartment, complete with a visit from Rita as she transitions back to life in the US after months at Taize, and Lolo and John too! Kate Bonzon came by New Haven for a wonderful and expansive evening of Indian food and conversation while on a business trip for Environmental Defense, working with fishermen on Cape Cod. Montana continued to smile, burp, spit up, swing her arms, and sleep through all of it. And she tried out her new Scottish cashmere mittens. Not bad for a two-month old!

Friday, January 4, 2008

Family Frenzy










In the past 10 days Montana has met her Aunts Courtney and Shelly, Uncle Paul, and her cousins Jake and Luke when the families came out for an extended post-Christmas trip. Highlights included Montana's baptism on December 30 -- complete with a rather loud fart at an otherwise-prayerful moment during the baptismal liturgy! -- and the first party in her honor at Siobhan's house thereafter; a visit for that event from Rachel and Ben, Chris Pramuk and Alice; a rousing game of Trivial Pursuit with "the Lindas", Peppards, and Russells squaring off. (The Lindas won, as predicted.) Uncle John also celebrated his birthday during this time, and Paul Russell embodied the slogan "America Runs on Dunkin" by successfully seeking the Dunkin' Donuts in Branford while on a run -- unbeknownst to him when he started out, the location was about 6 miles away!