Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

...Thought I'd squeeze in one last post while it's still 2011. As always, It's been a busy few weeks leading up to Christmas and unfortunately blogging fell further and further down my list of priorities. But, seeing as this was Noah's first, I was pretty good about documenting his every move and some of my holiday favourites will be in a post coming soon...

We just got back from a fun New Year's lunch with extended family hosted by Sean's parents, and this evening, for the first time since I was like 12, I'm ringing in the new year at home - with my mother! As babysitters are few and far between on New Years Eve, I foresee years of similar setups in the future... Not super rad, I know. But, with the company of my three favourite people, some champagne and strawberries, I find that I am quite looking forward to tonight. :) ...Perhaps I am getting old!

Hope it's festive and fun wherever you are,
Wishing you a wondrous 2012.

Chin chin! xo




My mum And Sean's Aunt Donna

Noah and Grandpa

Sean's cousin Parker, Uncle Michael and Rich

Finally mastered the living room steps - both ways!

Showing off his new skills to Great Uncle Jeff

My Mum and Sean's Uncle Rich

The Stanfield-Olcott's :)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Uh Oh


"Problem?"

"What's up there...?"

"Hey heeeey..."

"Let the good times begin!"



...So now you know why I have been missing in (blogging) action. 

It's the third Sunday of Advent already (what?!) Trying my bestest over here not to let "the most wonderful time of the year" fly by too fast... Noah and I have been fighting another bad cold all week, so decorations and festivities have had to wait. I did manage to order our Christmas cards though, so hopefully some of you will have your yearly greetings from the Stanfield-Olcott's in the mail before too long. And today we're finally on the mend; the afternoon looks set to be all about gift shopping interspersed with the obligatory cup of hot chocolate...

Enjoy the rest of your weekend! xo

ps. While we're on the subject - A stranger in a cafe told Noah yesterday that he was like a perfect little Christmas ornament! I thought that was such a lovely (and season appropriate) compliment. :)

Monday, November 21, 2011

Narcissus

There is this cute blue-eyed baby living in the gold framed mirror in our bedroom. Noah really (really!) loves him, and what's sweet is, he loves Noah right back.
Sometimes they even make out...




"Hey - can a baby have some privacy, please?"

Happy Monday!

xo

Monday, November 14, 2011

8 (and 9) Months

Celebrating nine months today, my little Noah-bear is growing up. No scheduled doc's visit this month, but four weeks ago his stats were thus:

Weight: 20.5 lb (9kg) 65%, Height: 28.5"(72cm)76%.













Just this last week he's been a busy bee mastering both the crawl and clapping! It's hard to say which he is prouder of, but both are pretty fun to watch him do. He also decided to drop nursing, which was a little hard on me at first, (never did do well with rejection ;) but on the other hand I'm glad he spared me the difficult decision of When to Wean... Anyways, we're over it now, and Noah has got the one hand bottle move down (with a casual nonchalance that is impressive for his tender age). Still incredibly happy and sociable, he is just so much fun to be around, I bring him with me everywhere and he really loves being out and about. Sean and I are both people who need our own space, so it's wonderful for us that Noah seem to have inherited this trait: Plonk him on the floor with some toys or a book, and he can happily play alone for a good 10-15 min, babbling his sweet baby-language of mamama, dadada, bababa, interspersed with the occasional squeal of delight. He also does this awesome thing every night now when he sits in my lap just before bed; We'll be winding down, singing some songs, finishing his bottle, and then I say "kiss?" and he smiles before leaning in, putting his face really, really close to mine and then opens his mouth! Makes for some pretty slobbery smooches, but it's pure bliss as far as I am concerned. :)

Funny note: When my mum saw the middle photo above she exclaimed "Wow, Noah really looks like Sean there!" Hehe I agree. :)

It's not all roses all the time of course; he most certainly has a temper and can get crazy frustrated when things don't go his way. He hates having his nose wiped for example, or when he can't reach something, and for the first few seconds after being laid down on the changing table (you'd think he's about to endure torture based on his reaction!) ...When he's done eating he makes this very clear by forcefully pushing whatever is on offer away, tossing his angry little head back while vigorously shaking it and yelling: "nanananana naaa". (Yes, we need to work on table manners.) Thankfully, these tantrums normally pass quickly, and he is very easily distracted - something I've learned to use to my advantage... :) I believe that a steady schedule and routine have been key to what so far has been an incredibly harmonious first year. Noah has slept through the night since he was six weeks, practically putting himself to bed thanks to the self soothing mechanism that is thumb sucking. He still naps (long, two hour naps) on cue twice daily. His voice has remained a little husky which I adore and he never wakes up crying, he just sort of "sings" to himself (or to his teddy) until one of us goes to pick him up. He likes to zone in on tiny objects - a button, a freckle, a drop of water - and carefully poke at it with his index finger, brow furrowed in concentration...The easiest way to make him laugh his deep little-man-laugh is still by tickling his tummy or underneath his chin(s). He loves his food and his bottle and his bath and his stroller and his toys and his dog, his baby friends, his grandparents and his mama and daddy  - and generally hasn't given us much trouble at all. Yet.

So what did we do to deserve him? Uhm, not sure, but I do say a little prayer of thanks each night, hoping it will increase the chances of things continuing exactly like this through his teenage years... (!)

Wishing you a lovely week ahead, xo





Just Cause

It's cute. :)



One of Noah's latest achievements is sitting up from a laying position. I love walking into his nursery after  naptime to see his smiling little face peek out over the crib...

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Hello Fall

I know, it's already November and for most of you Fall is old hat by now. Nevertheless, this weekend was when it truly kicked in for our little family in terms of seasonal tradition. We went to a patch and (Noah) found the perfect pumpkin - so perfect in fact, that I stopped Sean from carving it. We dressed up (Noah) for Halloween (I came to my senses and realised this is way too fun a holiday to pass on. :) We went trick or treating with friends at the annual "Halloween Hop" on Montana Avenue in Santa Monica (where most of the store keepers were in full costume, handing out candy and balloons). And finally, we (Noah) caught a nasty cold... Yes, Fall has definitely arrived!

Oooh and on a different note, The President came by our apartment on Monday!! Well, he and his motorcade drove by the building. But still, pretty cool, eh? (Not as cool as me meeting "Steve Sanders" the week before of course, but nothing is obviously going to top that...) It was a big deal here in Beverly Hills with lots of streets, including ours, being closed off for Mr. Obama's sole use. Some civilians were very annoyed by the inconvenience this caused to their commute; I overheard one smartly dressed, but rather tense, "gentleman" assault a police officer by wildly gesturing and shouting: "That guy" (President Obama, obviously.) is just SUCH an @#$ - hole!!!!!!" (!)
... Anyways,  The motorcade was quite something; probably 30 or so vehicles long with fancy town cars and black SUV's and military vans and lots and lots of police on motorbikes. I actually think I spotted the Man himself, though not in one of the fancy town cars as you might imagine, but in a plain, white minivan! Maybe it was just a body double (what a thankless job that would be!), or maybe they put him there just because it would be so very unlikely, in order to - you know - throw off a sniper or something...  What do I know? Either way -  it was clever.

... I actually geeked out and filmed the whole thing, but alas, it is just too long (and dull?) a video to post here, so y'all have to make do with some Halloween pics of my baby instead. :) Xx









After careful consideration Noah made his choice...

And had no regrets about it.


Hi Puppy! :)

Friday, October 21, 2011

When Dreams Come True

Remember these guys? ...


Image Credit

I certainly do. When I was 12 -13 years old, 90210 was like the highlight of my week. I know that sounds a little sad, but there you have it. For one hour every Tuesday night, I would escape my rather unglamorous Swedish small-town existence and get swept away to the sparkling sunshine of a place far, far away called "Beverly Hills". I would engage myself much too much with the lives of eight fictional kids who had lots of money (except for that poor Andrea Zuckerman, but she was smart so she had a scholarship - and glasses!:) They all had very mature problems concerning cool stuff such as drugs, abortions, infidelity (and on one occasion even HIV!) so watching the show made me feel grown up and worldly. The morally responsible and just generally affable! Brandon Walsh remained my idea of the Ideal Guy for a long time, setting the bar impossibly high for whatever awkward preteen I happened to call my "boyfriend". And I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that for the entire seventh grade, I modelled my whole look on Brenda (she, like me, was of course a brunette with bangs so that decision was obvious) I loved this show. I would go to great lengths never to miss an episode, and at 8.45 when the credits rolled I was inevitably left with a bad case of the blues, agonising over the fact that I was one long week away from knowing whether that scary lump in Brenda's breast really WAS cancer, if Kelly and Dylan actually HAD done it in the pool and IF Donna finally would succumb to David's tireless attempts at stealing her carefully guarded virginity. (That, as it happened would take many, many seasons, tooting a rather heavy handed message of the importance of maintaining one's morals, even in the face of group pressure...)

 I used to silently curse the fact that I lived in a dull little country like Sweden where winters were long and my school looked nothing like West Beverly High, where none of my friends drove a red convertible (or any car at all for that matter, as, in Sweden you couldn't even drive until 18!), where peoples dads were not multi millionaires with credit cards readily doled out for teenage shopping binges, and most importantly, the boys were not at all like either Dylan McCay or Brandon Walsh.
If only I lived in Beverly Hills, I used to think when I was 14,  then I would be hanging out with cool kids just like the Walshes and Co and then my life would surely be awesome. The main conundrum being how exactly I would get there... (And could my mum come too?)

With all this in mind then, imagine my excitement - no, my thrill this last Tuesday when taking a seat on the floor at Noah's music class, I realised that the parent next to me was none other than Ian Ziering (aka Steve Sanders of 90210) who was there with his baby girl!!

Living in Los Angeles, you do get pretty blase about seeing celebrities...But this, now this was big! I actually found myself momentarily lost for words when "Steve" handed Noah some maracas, quizzing me on his age and general development in the way new parents typically do. Miraculously, I regained composure and somehow managed to play it cool, with what I hoped was a casual "don't I know you from somewhere?" facial expression.  It took just about all of my acting ability to keep this facade of nonchalance up for the duration of the class. Staying after for the customary "post-class parent chat" was out of the question; I quickly grabbed Noah and literally raced out of there, shaking just a little bit(!) I then drove home way too fast and promptly called my mum, announcing; "I'm really doing it mamma - I'm living in Beverly Hills and I'm friends (slight exaggeration at this early stage, but oh well) with Steve Sanders!"

Good thing it wasn't Jason Priestly in that baby class, or I might have suffered actual heart failure...






ps. What's more, I am practically married to David Silver.

Sean has been mistaken more than once for Brian Austin Green.
Lucky him, I guess. (Or perhaps that should be Lucky me? :)







Sunday, October 16, 2011

Indian Summer

Is fall bringing cold weather where you are? Well, here are some recent beach pics to warm you up - temperatures in L.A. reached 100 F (37 C) last week... (!)









Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What? We've been busy.

Little time for blogging lately as this baby I know has me driving all over town to his many social engagements. Today for example we took a "World Citizen Baby" music class in Hollywood, because lets face it - baby needs to bongo. It was fun; There were drums and maracas, we clapped hands, we bounced excitedly on our bums, there was a nice lady cutting loose on the guitar. We sang songs in Swahili, in Spanish, in Portuguese. There may even have been some twirling... Good times.
Oh, and tomorrow we're off to try out something called "Gymboree" - a play and learn type class where I understand Noah will get to exercise all sorts of muscles - mental and physical stimulation! And then there is our Friday "Mommy and Me" meeting with five other mothers and babies (as well as an infant-development-expert) where, we basically just hang out for an hour and dish about our week. (Perhaps not just for Noah's sake, this one :) Add to this doctor visits and play dates and baby yoga and stroller walks, and you can understand how my treasured time Online has been cut short! ... :)
Anyways, I felt the urge to stop by real quick and say hello. Fall is of course in full swing by now, which actually amazes me - wasn't it just summer like, a minute ago?  Now that the Holiday season is literally around the corner, I am working my mum to celebrate Christmas in L.A. as well as trying to decide whether or not Noah should dress up for Halloween. (A tradition that I can't really claim as my own, but that I am partial to nonetheless on account of the costumes (and candy). But is he too small? Wouldn't it be a little silly? I just don't know...





Guys and Dolls

 [Private Image]

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Noah Likes...


Hanging in the green arm chair...


His Daddy...


Mama's red toenails :)...


Beer (well, we think) ...




Hats...


And Moses dog.


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