Wednesday, July 30, 2008

my little boy

Aidan is 13 months old today...and looking very much like a big boy. I wanted to show some recent photos, but am having trouble uploading. Hopefully you'll see them soon.

I know the most frequent requests I get regarding what to write here is "Tell us what Aidan is doing"....So here are a few tidbits....He stands on his own, then gets so excited that he's doing it that he then falls back on his rump and laughs. He takes standing dives from the coffee table to the couch or to mommy. I think walking is in the very near future. 

He's starting to fall asleep on his own, which I love! 

Words are still alluding us. He says "bye", and "ba" for ball, but most of his utterances are "mmm" while pointing to each different object. I think he'll probably start talking like my brother...he'll start with full sentences! 

He loves to tickle me after I showed him how. He lifts my shirt and puts his little finger in my belly button, and I laugh and laugh, and he laughs. He's a very sweet and loving little boy. I left the house yesterday while he was asleep in the care of our Nanny, Michelle. We didn't get home until after his bedtime. Michelle told me that he kept pointing and looking for me to come down the stairs (when Michelle is here with him, I'm often in our bedroom on the computer and they are playing downstairs). She said he missed me. And my meeting involved talking to the USAID Director about some potential work opportunities. So, the fact that Michelle told me that he missed me for those few short hours...does that tell me to work or not? We could probably save the bulk of whatever salary I make for a nice down payment on a house, and I think I do need the outlet, but it's also fun hanging out with that little man. We will see what opportunities arise - there may be some that are too difficult to pass up. And I do feel very good about our nanny. She is very loving and always telling me what new thing Aidan does each day. She is also very open to reading about child development, so I'm pleased.

So my boy is growing up. I know Richard's excited to take him running or on hikes, and to roughhouse...but I just love the hugs and how he already understands so much. How he loves to read books and really pays attention now. How he gets so excited to go outside or chase after Maggie. 

And soon he'll realize what else we see from the car. Besides my daily reminders to myself to "drive on the left side"...I also have to navigate the many people walking on the side of the road on the small streets (sidewalks are almost nonexistent), the potholes, the crazy minibus drivers, all drivers who seem to beep at you just to tell you they are there, and the animals....Today we encountered horses just meandering along...they are not wild, as they have branded numbers on them, but they were just standing in the middle of the road. We've also had to wait for cows, and little herds of goats (with babies too). The farm animals are not on the farm...there is no farm. They just graze wherever there happens to be grass....in contrast to the nice little farmhouse that Aidan currently plays with on a daily basis (a gift from Grammie and Pops).

We also see the stray dogs that are on the side of the road every few feet it seems. This is why we can't take Maggie for a walk except for in the park or on the sea wall. Seeing the stray dogs as well as owned animals that are not healthy is difficult to see, but also a true indicator of a country without many resources. 

The boy is growing up and will learn about these things...and he'll always be my baby.

our stuff

We just found out that our Household Effects...yes, all of our "stuff", is sitting on a ship at the dock in the Bahamas....taking a vacation and probably getting moldy.  UGGH!!  They don't know when it might set sail, and when it does, it will stop first in Jamaica before coming here. And when will it set sail?....No one seems to know. They told us it would be here two weeks ago.

Most of it doesn't matter, but I would really like to use that next bag of dog food instead of buying a new, and those baby wipes, and my cookbooks and food processor, and all of my belts that I neglected to pack, and....

Alas, one of the "fun" things about life in the foreign service.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Little Man's 1st Visit to the Ocean

Views of the Atlantic from the sea wall...


Low carbon transport options...

Well, I don't think this will be Aidan's first swim in the Atlantic...but a good look may just motivate everyone to stop using plastic entirely. Bleh



Thursday, July 17, 2008

You remind me of me

I just finished a great book by Dan Chaon: "You remind me of me". I haven't read a good one like this in a LONG time. It kept me up last night, and I finished it today, first chance. This passage, in particular, struck me...making me read it three times. Nora's in the midst of contractions, about to have a baby:

It's hard to believe this is how it's done. That this is how we get here into the world, by accident or design, the microscopic pieces of ourselves borne by fluids and blood and growing into a tiny kingdom of cells inside someone else's body. It seems so difficult to become alive. So improbable.

...How can it be possible? she wonders. How can you come to understand your life when even the beginning is so complicated: a single cell imprinted with the color of your eyes and the shape of your face, the pattern on your palm and the moods that will shadow you through your life. How can you be alive when every choice you make breaks the world into a thousand filaments, each careless step branching into long tributaries of alternate lives, shuddering outward and outward like sheet lightning.

Maybe it struck me because we've just started a new path in life,

maybe because having a baby myself makes me think more about how to learn from mistakes and lead a more meaningful life,

maybe because it's hard to understand your life as you live it.

Diana

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Density

No, not destiny, as many of your cerebral cortexes may have led you to think you were seeing - I mean density, as in - according to Diana - the chief characteristic of the space between my left and right ears and just above my neck and below my scalp.  Why is Richard's first post entitled "density"?  That is a good question.  I suppose that after staring at a blank screen for about 5 minutes after being chided by Diana for the 7th time this week about not posting something on what is supposedly "our" blog, I am beginning to believe the slight.  At least, that is what came to mind.  Perhaps it's that, like my lovely wife Diana, I am a total neophyte at blogging -- but wait, I've just had an insight!  If blogging is the online, written equivalent of just spewing out of your mouth whatever is streaming through your consciousness without any filter whatsoever, then I stand a pretty good chance of being the world's greatest blogger in ... well, right about now.  Wouldn't you concur, Diana?

And now for something marginally different -->  

On Father's Day, Richard attempts to show off to Aidan how big and strong he is by swimming from one end of the Ambassador's pool to the other underwater.  The only monkeywrench in this brilliant plan is the, ahem, turbidity of the water -- let's put it at something between split-pea soup and a freshly pureed shooter of wheatgrass.  So I'm swimming underwater in what feels like a masterful performance when, as I begin to sense that my svelt, glistening, dolphin-like body must be only strokes away from my heroic destination, I - wait a minute, that was the wall!!!  Yes ... head, rather, face first.  Not feeling much pain, I gently check for any superficial damage, and sensing very little I exit the pool nonchalantly, hoping no one had noticed.  Well, that's when the blood started to flow.  Suffice to say that I was quickly introduced to the best Guyanese emergency medical services available ... which was a twenty-something doctor from Nigeria who really didn't feel like describing what in hell he was doing in Guyana and a nurse who, to put it charitably, was just going through the motions.  The tally - two stitches.  OK, let's dismount from this ridiculous vignette by saying that every foreign service officer has vivid memories of their first post; mine is a gash stamped indelibly right between my eyes!!!  What a debacle.
But it's been all uphill from there ...

Richard


Friday, July 11, 2008

Quality That's Simply Irresistible



I forgot the funniest morsel of all...one of the best selling local breads is Bakewell bread. So when someone asks me to spell the name, I just say, "like the bread", and then I get a very nice, knowing smile from the asker.

Diana 

... OK, I'm going to have to piggyback on this one.  So the bread is called Bakewell - yes, that is lovely.  Mom, Dad, Susan, Colleen, everybody else - we've finally made the big-time!  We're on a bread bag in Guyana!  Yeahhhhhhh!!!

Richard

More on Guyana

Some interesting morsels (and don't forget to click on the links to learn more):
  • They would like to forget about the Jonestown Massacre (leader Jim Jones); wouldn't you?
  • A common pastime in Georgetown is to lime on the sea wall in the evening. The sea wall spans almost the entire country on the Atlantic Coast. Guyana is below sea level, meaning that a sea wall is necessary to prevent flooding (although due to the poor infrastructure, floods are somewhat common, the last bad flood occurred in 2005). What's strange is that we live less than a mile from the sea, and I have yet to walk along the sea...and I'm a beach person!! My first 9 years were near the beach in Florida. I love everything about the beach: the sounds, the smells, the people watching, sand between my toes, laughter and sunshine. The problem: there is no beach. I feel the breeze from the ocean, but no sand..just murky water. There is beach farther up the coast where 4 different species of sea turtles lay their eggs, but not here. I want to take Aidan there.
  • Guyana means the land of rivers (but Richard insists it's the land of many waters). What's here? the world's tallest single drop waterfall, Kaieteur Falls (yes, taller than Niagara), one of the few remaining pristine and biodiverse rainforests left (bordering the Amazon), with 100s of bird species. This can, and hopefully will, translate into ecotourism and bird watching tours, as long as they can keep it pristine and relatively untouched. We have to take a plane to get to the Falls.
  • We'll be driving on the "wrong" side of the road...you know, being a former british colony and all
  • Until last year, no traffic lights - I cannot imagine. The driving is scary here, and would be worse without traffic lights. The funny thing...the lights are solar powered...so as soon as they were installed last year, some crafty characters figured out how easy it was to take them down and sell them on the black market. They're getting better at locking them down now, but they consistently disappear...
I'm sure I'll be able to provide you with more morsels as I learn them!

Regarding the last post. I must add that it is a luxury to have a nanny even though I'm not working. We couldn't do it if we were in the States, financially speaking. However, it might just be the only thing that will keep me sane, as I just don't know that I'm stay-at-home full-time mommy material. I truly applaud all of those Moms out there. Especially single Moms. How do they all do it? My special monkey is well worth everything (I absolutely love the cuddly hugs he gives these days)...what Mom wouldn't say that? but it can be difficult, particularly if you are used to being rather independent for so many years. 

Enough on the Mommy front...maybe we'll have a Daddy post soon?!