ALMOST! by Micaela

On his birthday Roan started taking a couple of steps on his own.  I wouldn't say it was walking, per say, so much as falling forward enthusiastically.  Since then he's been extremely eager to practice.  If I know what's good for me I should discourage walking at all costs, but its so cute to have him drunkenly stumble into my arms I can't resist. 

Here's a video courtesy of Aunt Aggie.  The victory was somewhat compromised when he donked his head on my teeth at the end. Ouch.

ON TO THE NEXT ONE by Micaela

Lula may have gorgeous eyes, golden hair, enviable lashes, and luscious lips, but she also has crappy veins.

She had her one year MRI today.  Another in a sequence of anesthesiologists had their ego deflated by her tiny veins, and after several failed attempts at sticking her hands and feet they had to put the IV in her neck - good times! The MRI went well, although she had some bronchospasms (I had to look them up)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bronchospasm

The recovery room was certainly interesting. Since we were at Bellevue, a public hospital, our roommates included a guy who came with his very own corrections officer who had to handcuff him to the bed as soon as he regained consciousness!

Given that she spiked a pretty awful fever the last time she had anesthesia for her G-tube surgery they decided to keep Lula overnight (in the PICU, not with the convict), but she recovered very well and mainly was just hungry and gassy. According to Sam she fought off three nurses and managed to rip out the IV, which I think are encouraging signs of strength and coordination, don't you?

Sam is staying with her tonight and if all goes well she will be home tomorrow.

Lula and her hospital companion

1 + 1 + 1 by Micaela

The other day my friend Cecelia told me an old saying about raising kids, "The days are long and the years are short".  Truer words were never spoken.

Roan and Lula celebrated their first birthday with their friend Charlie yesterday.  All three bubs were due on the same day and born 3 days apart.

The day started drizzly and cool, which required some rethinking about our outdoor plans, but things were going smoothly until our Fresh Direct delivery time slot (8am-10am) came and went with no delivery.  Turns out they are neither Fresh nor Direct.

I spent most of the morning listening to hold music with their customer service reps. Finally we figured out they had delivered half of the food to a neighbor, who wasn't home, so we could see the food but not get it (The other half arrived at 5pm!). We had three helpers for the day, Miranda, Esme, and Claire, who found my phone rantings highly entertaining:


Finally things got off to a full swing.


Elizabeth, Charlie's mom, made the most beautiful cakes for the kids, one for the boys and one just for Lula:


We all sang:


It was a great day!  The kids made out like bandits with presents. Charlie, Tim, and Elizabeth totally outdid themselves and actually got us us as a present, handmade courtesy of a very clever woman on Etsy.

How friggin' adorable are these?!

To top everything off Roan and Lula got the best birthday cards ever from our neighbor Claire. Surely the word "precocious" was invented to describe this kid, who is equal parts worldly, mischievous, and sweetness.  Exhausted from the day, I got all weepy when I read these:


"This cat" refers to a photo of a cat covered in donuts on the other side of the paper


She just about says it all. Happy Birthday Roan, Lula, and Charlie!

A YEAR TO REMEMBER by Micaela

A year ago I was a totally different person.  I was that person for 33 years in different permutations, phases, hair colors, jobs, and countries, but still pretty much me. Now I am someone completely new. I think it has taken me the entire year to figure out who the hell that is, but I'm getting there.

In any case I can tell you that the end of my previous life was really uncomfortable and I spent the remaining few weeks lying like a beached whale on the sofa staring at my feet, which looked like two blowfish. I wasn't necessarily ready to be a mom, but I was really ready to not be pregnant any more.

I keep trying to remember what I was thinking, who I was in those last few days a year ago and what I would go back and say to the old me now.  Maybe something like " This will be the hardest year of your life and mostly not fun, pretty overwhelming, exhausting, and frightening, but you will survive it and things will get better, more joyous and less terrifying.  You have the most amazing husband and family ever. Your kids are going to be incredible people, but not who you ever expected. Oh, and your feet will go back to normal."
Close to the end
Yes, that's my belly, with our little mascot reaching the summit
Oh my God, for real I look like I'm going to give birth to a full grown Sumo wrestler
Our last meal on the way to the hospital was at IHOP (International House of Pancakes for you non- Americans).  Sam's totally giving me the side eye!

FINALLY by Micaela

Certain things that kids do are adorable but always happen too quickly to ever capture on video.  I have tried and failed so many times, but it's like photographing lightning, it's over before it starts.

However, Lula gave me an early birthday present yesterday, a sneeze and a yawn in quick succession.  And there's an epic build up to the sneeze.

 Holding her is Mistura, her marvelous night nurse.

BATH TIMES TWO by Micaela

My sister Caitlin is back from Prague and visiting for a couple of weeks.  The two of us crammed into our tiny bathroom with the kids to give them a bath.  It felt like old times.  The apartment we grew up in had such a small bathroom, and only 1 bathroom for 4 people, that bath time felt akin to taking a shower in a subway car at rush hour.

I had the bright idea that since Lula hates baths and Roan loves baths that maybe if we gave them a bath together she would see the error of her ways and love bath time too. Um, no.

TEETH AND NOSES by Micaela

Two new developments around here in the past week or so.

Lula's top and bottom front teeth have broken through. So far it's the only thing she's beaten her brother at, and she's psyched to try them out.  Lula is having an MRI next week so we are going easy on any feeding therapy with liquids to make sure that her lungs are completely clear and in the interim she has discovered cookies.  She doesn't swallow much cookie, but she loves scraping her new teeth on them and chomping down on them.  She breaks them into little pieces, which i then have to try to fish out without being bitten myself.
Actual bite marks! Can you see em?
Cookie remnants


The other thing is that Roan has discovered his nose. Or rather his nostril. And that his finger fits so snugly in it.  We are trying to discourage it but then he goes after our nostrils, which is worse.  Apparently it's some developmental milestone (Lula's OT called it "single digit identification" or some such). It's also confusing because we are trying to teach him to identify body parts ie "Where's Roan's nose? Where's Roan's ear?" and pointing and picking are verrry similar in his view.

Doing the Seinfeld-style nose pick fake out

TOP GEAR by Micaela

One of the occupational hazards of being in this house is that there are prototypes everywhere.  Sam likes to test out his newest trash can design (which, by the way, is broken) or his latest idea for a mobile office unit (ahem, still not quite finished) at home.  Truly, his ingenuity cannot be overstated.  He's MacGyver and a Boy Scout rolled into one. He has a way of adapting the most mundane household items to fit a certain precision he has about almost everything.

Consequently lots of things for the kids are rigged just so.

Such as...

Lula's G-tube had a habit of popping out and spilling milk everywhere if she stretched too much so Sam took a hair clip, sawed off the ends and bent them inward.  Works a treat!


Lula's new feeding chair is attached to the base of an Ikea office chair.  Goes up and down, spins, and does wheelies.

Roan kept wanting us to hold his bottle for him. Sam looped a rubber band around the bottle and through the gate and voila!  Instant gerbil. 

DOG DAYS OF SUMMER by Micaela

Summer has landed like a soggy diaper on a fire pit here in NYC.  Only June 1 and it already hit almost 90º today.  We took the kids to Prospect Park over the weekend and the sprinklers were on.  I kept having these bizarre deja vu moments because they are the same playgrounds I played in as a kid (in Central Park but they are all very much the same).  Fighting for the tire swings.  That slightly gross pasty sand from the sand pit.  Molten hot jungle gyms. Ice cold sprinklers that you would play in until your lips turned blue. What wonderful, messy, magical, chaotic places they are. I am so glad my kids are going to experience them too.

GOODNIGHT MOON by Micaela

This is how Roan sleeps - curled up, butt in the air, arms tucked in like a turtle.  I now understand exactly where "childs pose" in yoga comes from.
Note he is wearing my undies circa 1977
Lula used to hate being on her tummy and would immediately roll over onto her back, although she didn't really like being on her back either.  Then one day she was fussing and I put her in Roan's turtle tuck and she zonked out immediately.  However, it's impossible to get to her G-tube when she's on her belly so we put her on her side and prop her with so many sandbags it looks like we're protecting her from a flood.
She's sleeping in the buff because it's already hot as hell here.
This is exactly how I slept when I was pregnant. Propped up with countless pillows and blankets; the poor man's zero gravity machine.

Of course, we're all so tired around here that we will sleep in just about any position if given the chance.

HOME ALONE by Micaela

I made an appointment to get my hair done today (i.e. hide the gray) several weeks ago and warned Sam that he would have to get himself backup, but in the end he decided to go it alone with both babies for the entire afternoon.  I think the longest I have lasted with both of them by myself is about 2 hours, although I'm pretty sure I had lost the will to live after about 45 minutes.

Some people probably think that sounds insane - to always need reinforcements with just two kids. I can't imagine what Lula's namesake, my great grandmother who had 12 kids including triplets, would think of my wimpiness.  I am willing to bet that she never hired a delightful Pratt student to babysit her kids in Mississippi.  Truthfully, much of the time it's fairly manageable, except when it's not, and then it's unbearable. Lula always wants to be held,  Roan always wants to move, and when they both need to sleep or eat there is literally no way for one person to do it all at once.

Things started well. Mid-highlights I got these two photos from Sam. He took both kids to the park - one in the stroller the other strapped to his torso like a devout Brooklyn dad.


Both asleep?! What a showoff! I think he was quite chuffed with himself at first, but by 5:00 he was getting desperate.  I got home at 6:00 and he looked pretty frazzled.  But both kids are still alive and my hair looks fabulous.

NATURE VS. NURTURE by Micaela

I was never very dogmatic about breastfeeding. It drives me nuts when people make blanket statements about child rearing like "Mother Nature knows best!" and consequently turn birth and childcare into a contest of organic showmanship. In the case of breastfeeding I was actually quite lucky and after a bumpy start I was able to simultaneously nurse the twins using a pillow the size of a truck tire for two months. At that point Mother Nature and an extremely dimwitted doctor conspired to throw everything for a loop and Lula started to lose weight.

Once they put in a feeding tube she pretty much stopped nursing, which was heartbreaking, but I pumped so she was still getting breastmilk. I do think it has made a difference to her health, and so do her doctors. When we last saw her Gastroenterologist she said Lula is ready for formulas that will be more caloric and that would allow me to stop pumping, which is something I am VERY ready to do.

I have now pumped 3 times a day for 1/2 hour each time for nearly a year. That's 525 hours of pumping, or almost 22 days. Twenty two days,  people.  22 days of feeling kind of like a cow.

However, I am really not digging the new "food" options.  The doctor gave us a sample of one of them and here is the list of ingredients:


I am by no means a purist when it comes to food - I like my peanut butter of the "Jif" super creamy variety - but in general we try to stay away from ultra processed foods. We mostly make Roan's food, and try to cook for ourselves if we have the energy.  I haven't been to a McDonalds since 1998.  Hell, I make my own soda (Soda Stream! Best invention ever!)

I think what bothers me is that this would be almost her entire diet.  She gets some formula now and eats a small amount of food by mouth but this bottle of mystery liquid would be all of her nutritional intake. I know that she's not exactly the poster child for natural living - she has a plastic tube permanently inserted in her stomach and takes 3 medications every day, but this feels like nothing will be natural.

The problem is we don't really have any other choice.  I asked the doctor if there was a more "natural" option and she said well sort of, it's less processed and is a sort of blended food, but it's made by Nestlé. Natural does not come to mind when I think of Nestlé. Hot chocolate powder with dehydrated marshmallows in it comes to mind.

Unfortunately, for Lula the more processed the food the more easily she will be able to digest it. Maybe this is a family trait. My mother eats like a 13 year old boy if left to her own devices. I have never known her to not have a freezer stocked with Hershey's kisses, but if you buy her fancy organic chocolate she never eats it. She keeps threatening to take Roan for his first Big Mac.  Her cousin Robin is just as bad.  She once told me she can't eat any fresh vegetables because they make her sick.  I swear she subsists entirely on Black Russians, soda, and whatever snacks they have at Bingo.

I am going to keep looking into better options, but as with most things child-related my ideals are going to have to be set aside for a while because they will probably just make me stressed out. In the end I can only hope that, being a girl who myself was raised almost entirely on chinese takeout, pizza, and bagels, the family constitution will see her through to a better place.

MARMITE by Micaela

We here in the Walker/Murray household are extremely divided on the subject of Marmite.  For anyone who doesn't know what Marmite is Sam would describe it as a delicious spread that you lather on buttered toast and eat with your tea.  I would describe it as a foul smelling jar in my cupboard filled with gunk that tastes like a smoothie of stale vitamins and molasses.

Sam's side of the family, being wholly patriotic, are all pro-Marmite. It gets more complicated on my side because my stepmom Cam is a Brit and therefore pro-Marmite too, so team Walker has a traitor in it's midst. Cam used to have a newspaper clipping on her fridge, in fact, about a study that showed that you had to start feeding someone Marmite regularly before age two or it was unlikely that they would ever like it.  I believe this is called brainwashing.

But as Roan will literally eat anything he can get his hands on we thought a little Marmite on toast was worth a go.

Reluctant but curious

Ummmm...
...Yeah, not convinced. Although he ate a ton of it.