Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Eva at 6 Months

At birth, Eva was 7lb, 1oz and 20".

She is now 16lb, 13oz and 27".

For every inch she grew, she's gained about a million personality points.  I will dedicate today's post to The Saga of the Cell Phone.

One day there was a little girl who really loved her clothing.  And by loving her clothing, I really mean she loved pulling her clothing up and off as often as possible.  Often she was so distracted by playing with her clothing she didn't even notice the great toys surrounding her.

Sometimes she would look around and see a toy that wasn't really a toy.  Same category as her clothing, I guess.  On this particular day, Eva decided Mommy's cell phone was a toy.

Then she decided Mommy's cell phone was a hamburger.

With all the news about cell phones and radiation and brain tumors, Mommy took said phone away.  Eva used her powers of persuasion to convince her mother that the world might have to come to an end if the cell phone were not returned.  

 Then she found her fist.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Lazy Me

I'll be honest, I'm getting lazy.

As such, I probably won't update here as often as I'd like.  Instead, I'm going to start uploading all the videos we shoot to YouTube.  That way the pictures narrate themselves, and I can take it easy.

Baby Bosh on YouTube.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Three Firsts

Eva ate carrots, and then the carrots ate Eva.  She wasn't a fan.

Eva got sunglasses and looks sooooo cool.

Eva has learned how to completely mug for the camera.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Reflections on a First Mother's Day

You know how as you reach each new stage in life, you realize all those "jokes" they make in sitcoms are actually based on reality?

For example: You always think people complaining about birthdays just being anti-climactic after a certain age is silly - birthdays are ALWAYS fun.  And then you turn 24.  And 25.  And you're just not excited about it anymore.

Or: You're 25 and all you think about are your wrinkles and your impending 30s.  And then you're 30 and you realize how few wrinkles you had and how young you really were.

Or: The wife on Everybody Loves Raymond seems like such a *B* word, until suddenly you are the wife having to mother your husband who just doesn't realize all the stuff he's missing.  Like the dishes.  Or the underwear by the bed.  Or whatever.  And now you're the *B* word.

Or: Those Kleenex boxes your mother kept by the sofa while watching movies always annoyed the heck out of you.  And then you have your first child and EVERY television show, commercial, or song about parenthood or babies makes you tear up and cry like a little girl.

Or: Babies eat everything.

Or: It's your first Mother's Day, and all those sitcoms you'd get so annoyed by because all they talked about was how Mother's Day always sucks because the only people who plan anything are mothers - so there is no one to plan Mother's Day.  Father's Day is awesome because - duh - mothers plan it!

But it's so true.  Yaniv actually said to me today, "Doesn't Eva do the stuff for Mother's Day?  I mean, you're her mother, right?" And he wasn't kidding.  He actually thought the kid gave the gift or whatever.  Yes, my 5-month-old is going to give me a gift tomorrow of her own volition.  :)

And then I look back at my own history of Parents' Days.  I NEVER did anything for them because no one ever told me to or made a big deal of it.  Mom was always so low key about it.

Well, I'm not low key.  I guess that means I may be pitching fits for the next 8 years while I train my family, however large or small it may be, to treat me like a queen on Mother's Day.

Or at least let me sleep for 8 hours some night!

BTW - I love you, Mom.  Thanks for always being there for me and dealing with my drama, even when it was aimed your way.  I am really lucky to have you as an example.  But stop joking about how horrible a kid I was - it's going to make me cry.