Maeve At 6 Months

When Pete's wise aunt (the mother of 4) found out that I would be keeping a blog, she warned me that whatever I did for Jude, I would have to do for our other children as well. So I am trying to keep to that advice and documenting our sweet girl turning 6 months old today!

"Everyone wants a Maeve" was how I described her to my friend in London. She is really an ideal baby and has added so much sweetness and joy to our family these last 6 months. She is just a chill and perfectly content to play quietly on her own, whether it be bouncing herself like crazy in the Bjorn, or playing on her mat and exploring her toys and her toes (new as of last week and just so cute!).

She is the most smiley baby I have ever seen. Early on, I would catch her smiling at our old black and white curtains in our rental. I worried something was wrong with her! She makes strangers' days by giving them a beaming smile if they so much as look at her. I can't get enough of her sweet smile and the sparkle in her eyes. She loves when we talk to her and especially when we sing to her. Really, any attention we give her, she loves. She loves to giggle when we rub our faces on her.

From week one, she has been congested, likely due to the toddler germs constantly circulating around the house. This has only gotten worse with the colder weather and her time at day care. We affectionately call it the "day care lung" or "the consumption." She has difficulty breathing at night and her room is a fog den from the humidifier we have going 24/7. During the day, she doesn't seem to mind, but she is still waking up at least 2 times a night and feeding at least once per night. As long as she is congested, we won't be starting on any sleep training so the sleepless nights will continue. I really don't mind that much though. She is so easy during the day with naps (on the go or in her crib, put in awake) that I can't complain.

We started solids here at 4 months as advised in the Netherlands and she just eats everything up! I am relearning about weaning and making baby food (it's only been 2 years, but I forgot everything we did with Jude). She'll try to steal food out of our hands and will growl if we aren't feeding her fast enough.

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She shed the dark hair she was born with and light brown fluff has taken its place. I'm guessing her hair will be light brown like Jude's. Her eyes are blue with specs of brown so we'll see what becomes of them. I haven't seen any dimples in her cheeks,  but they may be buried in there somewhere! She is 50%tile for height (on the Dutch curve) and +1 for weight and head circumference- whatever that means. No, seriously, what does that mean?! Their growth charts here are so confusing! No teeth yet, which I am happy about! Sadly, she inherited her dad's feet/toes. We can't all be perfect.

Activity wise, she has rolled from her belly to her back on a few occasions and gets all the way to her side from her back, but has no interest in rolling. We don't doubt that she's strong enough, she is just content the way she is. She has started sitting unsupported just in the last few days if we sit her up. We busted out the jumperoo tonight and she seemed to like it. She has a lot to say in the form of "bahbahbah" and is pretty good at squealing and squawking to get our attention.

I have been doing my best to "protect" her from Jude. He tries to sit on her in the bouncy seat, he grabs her head and squeezes it, he pulls pacifiers out of her mouth and runs toys over her. She just sits there and takes it, completely unfazed. I need to accept that I will not always be there to protect her and to just let Jude do what he is going to do and let her start fending for herself. A mom friend today said that her older son does all manner of mean things to his baby sister when he doesn't think his mother is looking. :( Poor baby sisters...

We love you sweet girl! Happy 1/2 a year!

Sint Maarten and the Arrival of Sinterklaas

Two Dutch holidays and the accompanying festive spirit have been a welcome distraction from the events of this week. 

On Friday, we celebrated Sint Maarten with friends in Amstelveen. This was our first year participating in this sweet evening with Jude. Children make lanterns, attach light sticks and go door to door singing Sint Maarten songs in exchange for sweets. Jude had made a lantern at school and practiced the song. Here he is walking the halls of ISA at the end of the day singing the one song we know well. 

                                  

Since our time here, it seems that God smiles upon the Dutch. For almost every major holiday and time when you would want to have good weather, there is good weather. Never mind that it was grey and rainy all week, come Friday, the sun was shining in time for the children to have their night. 

We joined my two Sarah friends and their children. First for a picnic tea/playdate and then for walking around their neighborhood.

Jude would march up to the doors, singing the song. The owners wait 'til the song is done and then present the treats, a bit different from Halloween where the candy is immediately available. Jude would turn to me and ask, "where is my treat?" The usual Halloween-type candy was given out as were mandarins, marshmallows and licorice (a Dutch staple that I can't get into).

Back at home, there were still some children going around our neighborhood and Jude was equally excited for them to come to the house and sing to us.

After the kid-centered evening, I took some me time and went into the city to hear Zadie Smith read from her new book, Swing Time. She is currently living in NYC and said how glad she was to be away from there and in Amsterdam. Right now, me too.

Yesterday, Sinterklaas arrived in Amstelveen and someone was a wee bit excited :) It snuck up on me this year and I am mentally preparing for the next 3 weeks of Sint mania. Our friends came up from Delft to see some of the Northern European soccer tournament at Pete's school and then join us for the Amstelveen parade. Every year I wait to see if things will be different with the zwarte piets in light of the media attention they receive, but black face prevailed again this year in Amstelveen.

Jumping on the sofa wearing boots is not generally allowed around here...

Power cord, not tail :)

The piets were literally throwing kruidnoten and candies at Maeve in her stroller!

He's here! Riding on his horse, Amerigo, accompanied by the Swiss Guard (??)

Baby smiles to brighten any dark day

Weekend in London Town

Last weekend, we went to London to visit our friends Sarah, James and Isabel. We wanted to squeeze in another visit with them before their son arrives in a few weeks time. Jude and I went solo the last time and Pete was happy to get to join this time around. He'd only spent 2 days in the city on his way to visit me the summer after college back in 2005. We didn't make it to Abbey Road as he'd wanted- next visit! 

The flight time couldn't be shorter (45 minutes once you are in the air), but the whole journey was quite tiring both ways. We are in week 3 of Jude's new disagreeable phase. He thinks that telling us "no," not listening and running away are hilarious. We were long overdue for this toddler phase, but it is hard to welcome it none the less. 

We had a heck of an immigration line to wait in once we arrived at Heathrow. To keep Jude from running away, we let him go to town with the queue ropes. Other passengers were given us looks, but the official seemed not to care so we let him at it. 

Thankfully with the late bedtime from travel, the kiddos slept in Saturday morning so we felt refreshed and ready to do some sightseeing. Two different Amsterdam friends suggested a visit to Borough Market combined with a stroll along the South Bank so that is what we set out to do. 

Waiting for the tube

Mind the Gap

Not to be left out. 

Fueled up on crepes

St. Paul's cathedral with Millennium bridge in the foreground. The church that was the scene of my "Thanksgiving Day miracle" in 2002. My high school friend, Aimee, was studying abroad in London and a group of us went to visit her. We got separated while sightseeing after our plans to meet at Big Ben failed. So I spent the day wandering the city on my own, wondering how I would get back to the apartment, would they be there to let me in? As I was walking to visit St. Paul's cathedral, I ran into my friends! We ran to each other and hugged like we hadn't seen each other in years. Passersby must have been very confused at our dramatic reunion. 

The last time Pete was crossing Millennium bridge, he was donning a massive backpackers pack, it was 2am and he found himself on the wrong side of the Thames from his hostel. He literally is lost when traveling without me. 

A different kind of "pack"

Both kids were sleeping peacefully until we walked under a bridge with a busker blaring reggae music. A second later, Jude jolts awake, careens out of the stroller and demands, "go back to the tunnel. I want to dance." 

Borough Market did not disappoint. It was a scene and hard to push our way through, but we were rewarded with mulled wine, a sandwich stuffed full of duck confit and a delicious, creamy donut. 

Jude was getting very antsy as we stopped in a cafe to feed Maeve. We kept him in control with talks of going to see "London Bridge Falling Down." He was a bit disappointed to find that the bridge is in fact not falling down. 

We were all happy to get back to Sarah and James' where the kids could play and the adults could get ready for our dinner out after the babysitter came. Saturday was Guy Fawkes Day (AKA Bonfire Night) in the UK. A day to celebrate the foiling of a plot by Guy Fawkes to blow up parliment. In addition to bonfires where effigies of Guy Fawkes are burned, this is celebrated with fireworks all over the city, including in the next door neighbor's garden. This unfortunately made bedtime with Maeve a bit difficult, though it was great for Jude and Isabel as it was dark early enough that they got to see some from the windows.

Fights over who got to rock Maeve

Jude was introduced to The Wiggles

The week after day lights savings, the kids' normal 6am wake up became 5am and with the hour difference to London, this was 4am :( So Sunday morning was off to a rough start after a late night out for the adults and then a ridiculously early morning. We had plans to meet up with my (second) cousin, Sam and family who also live in London. Knowing that Jude was going to crash well before noon, we convinced them to come to us and met for brunch at Pizza East in Notting Hill. Jude managed to stay awake and enjoyed meeting his (third?) cousins.

We all got a much needed afternoon rest and headed to the playground before the rain *forced* us into a nearby pub. I think Pete would have been disappointed if his visit to England didn't include a pub visit.

Pub sillies

Then it was back to Pizza East for a dinner with all of the kids. Maeve only slightly lost it when the evening became too much for her. Thankfully we had a lot of adults to pacifier her until the bigger munchkins were done eating.

Isabel refusing to hold Jude's hand. Learning about rejection early. Also, thank goodness for the cross walk signs. All weekend, I had no idea where to look and crossed every street with my head whipping left and right, right and left not knowing where cars would be coming from!

Jude with Sarah and James. 

We had an afternoon flight on Monday so there was time for a morning outing sans kids thanks to Sarah's nanny. The adults walked through Notting Hill while the kids hit the playground. 

Isabel shares Jude's love of Peppa

When we were planning our trip, I thought it would be fun to see some of the sights from Love Actually, especially with the holiday season coming up. Google informed me that the sweet scene of Mark "caroling" at Juliet's house was in Notting Hill on St. Luke's Mews so we took a stroll through this utterly charming street. 

Then it was time to say goodbye to our friends. We look forward to seeing them again with their new edition!

Jude loved this lemur at Heathrow. He tried to convince him to come on our flight to Amsterdam!