Thanks for sharing.

I woke up this morning with a sore throat and congestion, and instantly remembered why I don’t regularly hang out with lots of babies. Sure, I could probably get used to the whinging and the pants-pooping times six (mostly the babies, not the moms), but they’re all just petrie dishes incubating viral warfare. I guess we’re just getting a sneak preview of Daycare-itis, coming this July.





The Big Weekend

Miri had a quite a big long weekend, helping us celebrate our second wedding anniversary. We drove north to Semiahmoo Resort to stay for a couple of nights. Although the hotel and overall customer service was underwhelming, the location was lovely and we enjoyed walking along the water and an afternoon in Fairhaven.


Miri was a trooper, despite taking all of her naps in the car. It is difficult to relax and enjoy the beach and the views when someone is insistent on attempting to put pebbles and sand into her mouth.




On Sunday evening we went to Folklife in Seattle, a first not only for Miri but for Matt and I as well. We finally got to see our friend’s band play (yay for 5:00pm AND all-ages show times!) and catch up with some friends, but the rain and the nap-less afternoon quickly caught up with Miri. We quickly grabbed some food-on-a-stick for dinner after the show and headed home.

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This afternoon Miri had a playdate with five other babies, then we picked up Grandma Rivett. She loves the “busy board” that Grandpa made her! So many metal, noisy, and dangerous-looking things to play with on it, its right up her alley.

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After an epic nap in her crib (finally!) she stuffed herself full of a huge dinner (avocado, pasta, cheese, naan, hummus, beans, pears, lentil soup oh my!) and laid her head down.This is the face of an avocado-addict who has just gotten her fix…

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That almost looks like walking…

A few small steps…

(Sorry I couldn’t embed the video in the post, you’ll have click above to go to Flickr)

Here is yet another example where we are quickly learning that what may have worked for our 12-pound dachshunds is not going to work for parenting our human child. Note to self: need a better baby-gate.

And no, I refuse to acknowledge that this girl is walking because when that happens, we are all in trouble.

This girl


Just hanging out in the pediatrician’s office, waiting to see the doc. Nine-month stats are: 17 lbs 11 0z, and 28.75 in tall. That’s 40th percentile and 90th percentile respectively. I’m relieved she’s growing well, because judging from the amount of food that is fed to the dogs, ends up in her lap, or in her hair, it’s hard to tell just how much she’s getting in her. No shots this month, just a heel prick to check for anemia.

I was surprised that one of the developmental tasks they ask about is clapping. I can’t really figure out the importance or significance of this, maybe it shows coordination? I checked the box yes for “claps occasionally but reserves enthusiasm for only the truly hilarious.” She is nothing if not discerning.

Letters to Miriam – nine months old


Dear Miriam,

Nine months in, nine months out! Lots of fun around here over the last month. You are such a little person, interacting with everyone and everything. Your newest favorite people skill is “the wave,” though you practice waving to the dogs most of the time.

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We celebrated another first holiday, Easter. It was kind of like my first Easter holiday too, since we didn’t really “do” Easter in my house when I was a kid. We had a nice Easter dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Rivett’s with Uncle Monte and you got some good loot. You were pretty concerned about the helium balloon however, so it didn’t come home with us. We’re all excited about the years to come when we can hide eggs for you to find in Grandma’s gardens.


The weather is finally looking spring-like so we’ve been able to spend some more time outside. You love sitting on a blanket in the yard and watching us blow bubbles or keeping an eye on the neighborhood goings-on.



Today we had a day out in Edmonds, to escape Seattle for a few hours. We strolled around the farmer’s market, had lunch, and spent some time on the beach. You were pretty impressed by the sand in your hands, and didn’t even eat any (not for lack of trying).

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I think all this development and new stuff going on in your brain is interfering with your sleep a bit, as we’ve had a few rough nights this week getting you to sleep. You used to listen to stories with Daddy then drift off to sleep while nursing, but now you’ve got too much wiggling to do and too much to look at to fall asleep quietly. Fortunately, once you’re asleep you sleep well until morning.

Now that you’re perfecting your pincer grasp and can pretty much stick anything you want in your mouth, you are not as interested being spoon-fed anymore. Oatmeal with fruit and yogurt are still favorites at breakfast, but lunch and dinner are all finger foods. Avocado is still the hands-down favorite, but you also love pasta noodles, cheese, pears, tofu, eggs, squash, tuna, and salmon. Peanut butter toast is also a huge hit. Yep, my baby is eating gluten topped with peanut. Living dangerously here at the Rivett house. Sometimes you sample rice or beans from our plates, I can’t wait for the day I can just feed you the same thing that we’re having. I think I even see the very beginnings of two little top teeth!

We celebrated my first Mother’s Day this month, the highlight of which was getting to take a nap. Of course I already got the best Mother’s Day present there is, getting to be your mama. While I miss the days that you were a tiny, squishy little thing, every day gets more fun. Each stage you are in becomes my favorite stage.


Nice job, Mr. Herman.

I subscribe to a local list serv, “Ballard Moms” (okay, maybe it’s technically called “Ballard Parents”). It’s ostensibly a buy/sell/trade for our neighborhood, but the real reason I subscribe is purely entertainment. Of course the moms can’t help but post announcements (“I saw a pervert in the park!”) or lost and found (“There’s a blue rainboot in the gutter at the park!”) and sometimes there are real gems. This week there has been an ongoing saga of a missing bike, the mom who posted also posted updates (“Bike spotted! Thief looks like this:”) Then today, as a Mother’s Day offering to my snark, she posted this extraordinary saga of personal heroism, the bike is found! For your enjoyment, I’m presenting you with a little post I like to call, “Really? Was it worth it?” My favorite part is how they go home to get PeeWee’s helmet so he can ride the bike home. Its very rare that I take the side of Seattle cops, but I gotta say I’m with them in their lack of enthusiasm at responding to the repeated 911 calls.

[Reposted from Ballard Moms listserv. Names have been changed because people love to Google themselves. If this post bears any resemblance to your post or someone you know, it’s probably because it is you.]

Our bike is home. Thank you to Tootsie and Biff, total strangers who spotted our bike this afternoon, called me (from one of my numerous posts), locked it, called the cops and waited for us to arrive. When we got to the flea bag hotel off Aurora the bike was there, locked up (by the thief’s lock and Biff’s). The seat and battery were missing and the wheel lock was busted. The cargo box was full of some guy’s laundry. Then, the thief showed up. We knew him from his previous description. White guy, mid 30’s, bleach blond Mohawk. PeeWee confronted him telling him he stole our bike and the cops were on their way. The guy said he didn’t know what we were talking about. Biff, his wife and some others were in the vicinity. PeeWee tried to detain him, announced a citizen’s arrest, and the thief shoved and tried to punch PeeWee. PeeWee shoved back. I called 911 from the car with the kids and asked the police to respond again. PeeWee ducked out of the way. Finally, the guy ditched his backpack, PeeWee followed him. He ran off and jumped six lanes of traffic on Aurora at 45th with a mouth full of blood. Police showed up and the motel manager came down. We told him our story and the manager went into the guy’s room and came up with the seat/battery. Cops took statements but did not follow the guy. We clipped the thief’s lock and took the bike down to Biff and Tootie’s house a block away. We drove home to get PeeWee’s helmet to safely ride the bike home. On the way, we spotted the thief on the street. We followed him for five or six blocks and called 911 again. Watched him go into a gas station. Waited. 911 operator said that if we weren’t being threatened they wouldn’t send anyone. We went home got PeeWee’s helmet and went back with a half rack of beer for Biff and Tootsie. PeeWee got on the bike to ride it home. On the way, he was stopped by a concerned citizen who thought he was the thief. He arrived home safely. Upon inventory, the battery is trashed, there are scratches all over, the lock is broken and it was rode really hard. Still, we have it back, we got to confront the thief, and we’re all safe. A good end to the story. Thank you so much to all the people who reposted and retweeted our posts. We couldn’t have done it without you all. Profoundly grateful. Adrenaline is finally starting to abate. Cocktail in hand, one kid in bed and the other soon to follow. Life is good!

All snark aside, this couple violated one of my number one rules of parenting: Don’t bring your kids to street fights.

To help put this smug cyclophilia into perspective, I also recently learned from this listserv that there is an attorney in Ballard whose practice is solely dedicated to bicyclists who have been injured by cars. Not that being injured in a car accident isn’t a really sucky thing, but because of course the car is always at fault and cyclists love to play the maligned victim card every chance they get.