Archive for May, 2011

The short haired IvanMy hair is shorter than it’s ever been. I don’t like it very much, although I do like the feeling of rubbing my head. As my physical therapist says, it feels like a hedgehog. But it was the price I had to pay. On a whim I asked Rachel if I could get a mohawk. She didn’t think I would get one (considering that I’m quite conservative regarding my appearance) so she said I could have it for one week. As soon as she said that I knew I had to.

The next time I went to the store I bought the strongest hair gel I could find. The next day I went to the barber and tried to explain what I wanted. “Here, you don’t need to cut,” and “Here with the 3 machine,” were my carefully practiced phrases. I knew that I would never be able to remember the Hungarian for mohawk (which is hasonélű táncfordulat according an online dictionary). He asked me a few questions I didn’t understand to which I responded affirmatively or negatively largely at random. In the end he cut a little more off of the top, and left the front a little wider than I would have liked. But really not too bad considering how little Hungarian I still know.

The curly haired mohawkIt turns out the hair gel is very strong. My hair still stood up (though it wasn’t crispy) even after I slept on it all night!  The problem with my hair, which even gel can’t fix, is that it curls. That makes it difficult to have a good looking mohawk. Also, it wasn’t really long enough to get the effect I was going for, and I suppose I should have dyed it as well.

Originally I planned to go to church without spiking my hair, but on Sunday morning I realized that if I was going to do it, I better do it right. Some people might be scandalized, but we are in Europe where even church members aren’t as prudish as your average American—or at least that’s the stereotype. In the end several people at church liked it (or at least said they did) and only one person that I know of was truly scandalized. To tell the truth I was a little disappointed, but that’s what I get for not dying it. The worst though was that some of the kids accused me of having a “fauxhawk” because my sides weren’t completely shaved. Kids these days have no respect for their elders.

The bemohawked stroller-pusherI got my hair shaved one day before the prescribed week was over, so I figure I’ve still got another day of mohawk to use sometime in the future, though Rachel disagrees. I guess I’ll have to wait until she’s dead, but if you plan to transition from long hair to short I recommend at least a temporary mohawk.


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We have really good home teachers. They’re good at including Avery in their lessons and this week they talked about temples and brought us a picture of the temple for Avery so that we could have a picture of the temple in our home. It was perfect because I have this picture frame with broken glass that I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with. I didn’t want to put a nice picture in it because it didn’t have the protective glass, but all my frames have been just sitting there for almost a year because I haven’t gotten pictures to go in them. So I put the printed picture in there and it was the perfect size and everything. We even had a nail in Avery’s room all ready nailed in and it made me smile every time I walked by it for about two days. It’s the Freiberg temple, which is our temple right now, and where our home teacher got married.

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Evelyn – 13 months

Evelyn got two new teeth this month. One on either side of the two top teeth she already had. She was pretty cranky about it when they were coming in, but she’s alright with them now. She’s already figured out how to grind the six teeth that she has, which drives me nuts.

She is also sleeping through the night now (finally). It’s been about a week now that she’s slept from 11:00 or so until 7:30. She goes to bed at 8:30 and I get her up to feed her at 10:30 and she sleeps from 11:00 to 7:00 or 7:30.

Evelyn loves to put things in other things and take them out again. She loves nesting blocks and buckets that she can put all her toys in. Sometimes she gets things stuck and can’t get them back out of whatever she’s put them in. This usually sets off a series of grunts and growls that escalate to outright yelling until someone comes and frees the object that her little fingers can’t get at.

She’s also starting to figure out where things go and how things work. She thinks it’s the coolest thing when she gets hold of a hat or necklace because she can try to put them on her head. In fact, lots of things go on her head, including a slice of cucumber that sat on her crown like a yarmulka for an entire meal. She has also figured out that lids go on bottles and puzzle pieces go in puzzles. She will sometimes put her toys in her toy box.

She’s a big fan of games as well. Her favorite until about a week ago was “This little piggy” because she loved having her little toes played with and being tickled at the end. About a week ago, though, she figured out how to point her finger to her palm for the “B!” in patty cake and that’s been her favorite for the last few days. It’s become the universal hand sign for songs. We sang “Popcorn popping” Monday night for family home evening and Avery was jumping around the living room doing the signs for it and there was Evelyn on the floor pointing “B!” on her palm.

This month Evelyn has widened her diet a little. We discovered that she will eat kidney beans sometimes. She still plays with them more than she eats them, but some of them get to her little tummy. She also seems to like bacon, which was a little surprising to me. She kind of gags on the chewy pieces, but she gummed and gummed a pretty good size piece Sunday morning. She’ll also eat bananas if they’re mixed with her chicken and apple babyfood and she will eat pears if I mix them with her peaches. So maybe one day this kid will have a normal diet. Still no veggies though. I guess we need to work on that.

She gags and throws up a lot. Typically once or more a day. I’m not sure why, but she seems to have a really sensitive gag reflex and anything that’s not pureed will sometimes get stuck in her throat and make her gag. She will also throw up if she coughs too hard, or her tummy is too full, or sometimes for no apparent reason at all. Her doctor wanted her to see a gastroenterologist because she wasn’t gaining weight. I’m pretty sure she’s gaining weight now, but we might have to take her to the doctor anyway to get her to stop throwing up all over us all.

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Avery is almost three and she will tell you all about it if you ask. If you ask about her Birthday she will tell you it’s in June, and she frequently tells me  “When I get three, I can have my Birthday!” Evelyn’s Birthday got her pretty excited, but she was excited before that too.

She loved Easter. We went to a really old church here in Budapest shortly before Easter and in the entryway was a large crucifix. She was staring at it, so I told her that Jesus had died for us. She talked about that for a few days and it was a nice prelude into Easter because on Easter we talked about how Jesus died for us and then he lived again. I told her that was exciting, and it’s funny how that’s enough to make little kids excited, because she was excited about it and we’re still hearing “Jesus died for us” and “And then he lived again!” every couple days. It was amazing to me how receptive she was to that. It’s kind of funny to randomly hear “Jesus died for us!” in the middle of doing a puzzle or eating, or whatever, too.

Of course she loved the Easter bunny and we had an egg hunt, and then we had to hide eggs for Daddy and Mark to find. Mark is our friend living in Austria who came to visit. He’s the person behind her in the picture. She loved Mark too and pestered him for three good days.

Right now Avery’s favorite things are ice cream, parks, movies, songs, noodles, macaroni and cheese, pickles, dresses, ballerinas, dandelions, watering her flowers, ponytails and bugging her sister. We have a special playlist for her on iTunes and she comes up to Ivan and says “Daddy, can I have some songs?” which means she wants her playlist played.

The last month or so we’ve decided to try potty training again. This is attempt number three (sort of, the first one wasn’t much of an attempt), and I think it’s sticking this time. It’s certainly been easier this time. She wears training pants most days that we’re home and not running errands and she still typically has one accident per day, but they’re little ones (meaning she forgets until she starts peeing and then runs to the toilet and finishes there). Yesterday we let her graduate to regular underwear mostly because I had run out of training pants, but also because she seems about ready. She was pretty excited because the regular underwear have butterflies on them. She still wears a diaper if we leave the house for more than 15 minutes or so and at bedtime. So yay! for some progress, finally!

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