So I Don't Forget...

The little man started walking on December 26th!  He's been standing around for a couple of weeks, but not really going anywhere.  On Sunday, he took his first REAL steps.  We caught it on tape too! 

Ferber Method a Success!

A few months ago, I had written a post about trying out the Ferber Method.  I was a little anxious/nervous that it would be too traumatic for the little man, and was contemplating other ways of getting him to a) sleep in his own bed and b) go to sleep without relying on someone walking/rocking him.  Well, last Monday, I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it.  I had the whole week off of work, so it seemed like a good time to try. 

Guess what?  It TOTALLY worked!  The first day was rough, not gonna lie.  He cried A LOT!  But, I stuck to my guns (with encouragement from fellow mommies who've all gone through it) and noticed a dramatic difference within 2 days.  The first night, he cried for about 30 minutes before giving up.  The second night lasted about 8 minutes.  By the end of the week, the crying only lasted about 2-3 minutes.  And by the 7th day, he wasn't crying at all when I put him down!  Not to mention the fact that he sleeps way longer now.  Christmas night, he slept 11 hours!  The last two nights have been 10 hours each.  Amazing!

I know not all babies react the same, and it might be a total bust with our next baby.  But now I have the confidence to at least try.  If by chance there's anyone reading this post who's going through a similar dilemma, I'd really encourage them to give it a try.  It might not work, but there's a really good chance that your baby (and you) can be sleeping better within a week's time! 

Right Now...

I'm trying to finish up my work...at 10:30 pm.  Working from home has it's perks, but it also means lots of late nights. 

The Christmas tree is up and sparkling.  I'm using the glow from the lights as my lamp tonight.  I'm excited about our annual trip to Stats to pick up a few extra special ornaments.  Maybe a new addition to our ever expanding Christmas village....

Baby and hubby are asleep in the bedroom.  It's so quiet tonight!

I'm looking forward to vacation and a trip up north to the in-laws.  Just.  Need. To. Get. Through.  This. Week. 

Hang in there, Ablla!

Happy Holidays!

Five Things

I like lists...here's one about my favorite musicians/bands of all-time (in case anyone is interested):

1.  Depeche Mode
2.  Morrissey/The Smiths
3.  Ryan Adams
4.  Damien Rice
5.  The Beatles

I could easily add #'s 6 thru 10, but I'll keep it short today.

Happy Monday!

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So Thankful

I'm fairly certain that the coming week will be SUPER duper busy, which means no time to blog about all the things I'm thankful for this year.  I'm taking this opportunity to do it now:

My wonderful husband, who is supportive, and loving, and ridiculously funny!
My little baby boy, who I love more than life.
My family, the people who I look to for love, laughter, and support.  They are amazing!
My friends.  I'm thankful that I've reconnected with so many of them this year.
My health.  I had a great pregnancy and easy delivery.  Recovery was also smooth, and I know I'm lucky!
My job, specifically, my boss.  She pushes me, and encourages me, and still understands the importance of a home life.
Having a nice place to call home.

All in all, 2010 has been an amazing year.  A whirlwind to say the least!  I'm so very lucky and thank God for all His blessings!

Have a happy Thanksgiving!

New Name

I thought I'd change the name of this blog to something a little more personal.  Simple Gifts was too generic/vague for me.  Anywhay, I think "Say Ablla" is funnier.  Get it?  Say Ablla, as in, Se habla...espanol?

I've been hearing it my whole life, so I figure I might as well put it to good use. 

Adios!

So I Don't Forget

The little man stood up without any help today!  He stood there for about 10 seconds or so...putting it here so I don't forget the date!  Way to go buddy!

Currently Reading

I used to read a TON.  My commute to work is about 90 minutes, and pre-baby, I used to take the train from Pasadena to Irvine every single day.  Needless to say, I had a lot of time to kill and would fly through books.  Since the little man came into our lives, I've been working from home more and more.  When I do come down to the office, I'm driving.  Those big chunks of time that I used to fill with books have up and run out of my life.  So sad.  Lately I've been feeling the itch to do some reading again and have settled on Last Child in the Woods by Richard Louv. 

I've been thinking a lot lately about the child, and ultimately the man, that my son will become. I want him to be happy.  I want him to thrive.  I want him to grow up healthy, and strong, and kind.  Not too much to ask, right?  I also want him to feel connected to nature.  Not in a forced, granola, yuppy mom kind of way.  Seriously.  I don't want him to be so caught up in video games, and computers, and technology that he forgets how to have fun outdoors.  Getting dirty isn't such a bad thing, is it?

Well that's what this book is about.  I'm only a chapter in and I find myself nodding in agreement to what Mr. Louv has written.  It's really easy to become a germ-a-phobe when you have a kid.  I try my best to keep him clean, but there's a fine line between that and raising the 'boy in the plastic bubble'.  Based on the fact that it's a national bestseller, I'm guessing that I'm not alone.  Hopefully the rest of the book lives up to my expectations.  We're off to a great start so far!

One Last Halloween Thought for 2010

We decided not to take the little man trick-or-treating this year...mainly because he doesn't eat candy yet.  Go figure! We still wanted to take him out though and get some use of his adorable monkey costume.  We ended up delivering cookies to a few relatives who live nearby.  I think it worked out great!  We got to spend some time with family, do something fun for his first Halloween, and eat some delicious cookies along the way! 

The Baby Has Something to Say!

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...that means, "I'm hungry mama!"  Time to feed the little man his breakfast!

Developments of Life

I want to give a shout out to my dear friend Suzanne Mcann Gulley over at Developments of Life Photography. She took some fantastic pics if us at the pumpkin patch last weekend. They really turned out great!! Check out her blog here.

Halloween Fun!

We took a field trip to the pumpkin patch last weekend and had so much fun!

Lots of pictures were taken, but this one's my favorite.

And here's one of the little man all decked out in his costume!

Right Now...

I'm working from my parent's home today.  Taking a break from emails to talk about knitting scarves with my mother.  She's informed me that ruffles are in this year.  She's a whiz with her needles, so I can't wait to see what she turns out.

The little man is enjoying the outside with Grandpa.  It's beginning to look like fall around here.  Leaves are changing color and falling to the ground, the shadows are a little longer, the wind is a little stronger.  The only piece of the puzzle missing is the cool weather.  It's still warm out, a little too warm if you ask me.  I'm hopeful that it changes soon.

Feeling sore from working out.  I'm having a hard time bending my legs today, which happens quite a bit incidentally.  But looking forward to finally getting rid of those last 10 lbs of baby weight.  Wish me luck!

One more day until the weekend.  We're going to the pumpkin patch...should be lots of fun! 

Hope everyone is having a pleasant day!

Birthday Fun and Vacation Planning

Last Friday we ended going to the Aquarium of the Pacific after all and it was FANTASTIC!  I love aquariums and it's nice to know we have such a great one close by.  It's not as big as Monterey, but still worth the trip.  The little man loved it as well, so I'm sure we'll be back again soon!

It was nice to have the day off of work.  I've only been back for about 3 months, but I'm already thinking about vacation!  I'm taking the week of Christmas off to spend extra special time with my family.  I'm planning on taking a short vacation around March or April, but where to go?  We've tossed the idea of taking a cruise around, but I'm not sure about going to Mexico during Spring Break season.  Maybe a trip up north?  We'll see...

We're definitely going to Hawaii next June though.  Every year my family rents a big house on the North Shore of Oahu and we all hang out in paradise for a week or so.  It's the BEST!  The past couple of years we haven't been able to go for various reasons.  Mostly weddings and babies...that sort of thing.  But this year, it seems like the stars have realligned and we're back on!  I'm already scouting out rental houses and checking out ticket prices!  It's still a long ways away, but I can't wait! 

The thought of swimming in Waimea Bay makes me SERIOUSLY happy...ahhhhhh! 

3 Day Weekend!

I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow and giving myself the day off!  After all it's my birthday!  32 this year...and what a year it's been!  I'm looking forward to spending the day with my boys.  Maybe a visit to the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach, and then dinner made by my husband.  On Saturday we're heading out to Orange County to spend the day with my parents. 

My husband asked me what I wanted as a gift.  The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to say a Gymboree gift card so I could buy the little man all the cute clothes I wanted, but can't really afford.  Or a Borders gift card so I could get him some more books!  Geez, when did I stop wanting to shop for myself? 

Well, that's not entirely true.  I still like shopping for myself.  It's just that I find it much easier to forgo that cute pair of jeans or fabulous boots that I've been wanting and get the little guy something adorable instead.  I'm pretty sure that's a normal 'mom' thing, right?

In any case, I'm fairly certain I'm getting a gift card to a clothing store that doesn't sell baby clothes.  So I guess I have no choice!  I'll shop for myself if I must!  Consider my arm twisted!

Right Now...

I'm counting down the minutes until I get to go home.  Today's been a busy one, lot of meetings, but free lunch too...so, hey!  Not so bad.

It's cold and grey outside.  Not sure if it's still raining, but that would be a nice treat!  It was 113 degrees a week ago.  Today it's hovering around the mid-60's.  Just the way I like it.

I'm thinking about what I want to put on the dinner menu this week.  Now that the weather has turned, I'm thinking of butternut squash soup, and roasted chicken, and all sorts of yummy comfort foods that warm me up.  A trip to the market and a consultation with my cook books is definitely in store.

Finally, I'll share one last fleeting look at summer 2010.  Here's a picture of the little man and me in our swim class:

The Feast of St. Therese of Lisieux

One of my absolute favorite Saints.  Fr. James Martin from America Magazine wrote a great reflection on her life, which I've posted below.  Enjoy!

The Feast of St. Thérèse of Lisieux

Author: James Martin, S.J.

On this feast day of my favorite saint (sorry Ignatius!) a reflection from My Life with the Saints, on Thérèse Martin.


On January 2, 1873, Marie Francoise Thérèse Martin is born in Alençon, France, to Louis and Zélie Martin, two devout Catholic parents. Louis, a watchmaker, had earlier in his life presented himself to a monastery but was refused permission, because of his lack of knowledge of Latin. Zélie was similarly rejected by a local order of nuns called the Sisters of the Hôtel Dieu; she becomes, instead, a lacemaker. But the couple's intense love for Catholicism and for religious life will be passed on to their children.


When Thérèse is four her mother dies. Shortly afterwards, the family moves from Alençon to Lisieux. As a young girl Thérèse leads a cosseted existence, living under the loving care of her devoted father and being treated with great tenderness by her four older sisters. By most accounts Thérèse is her father's favorite daughter. (Indeed, in some biographies the young Thérèse is portrayed as a spoiled little girl.)


Perhaps because of this supportive environment Thérèse is a sunny child and a naturally religious one as well. "I loved God very much," she would later write about this period, "and offered my heart to him very often." She is attracted to almost any expression of religiosity: the First Communion of her sister Céline she describes as "one of the most beautiful days in my life."


As early as the age of two, Thérèse discovers within herself the desire to be a nun. Her two sisters' entrance to the Carmelite monastery in Lisieux only intensifies her desire to enter a religious order. Faced with the sad prospect of having to wait until the age of 16 to enter the monastery, an adolescent Thérèse travels to Rome with her father to petition the pope for a special dispensation to enter earlier. Her request is granted a few months later by the local bishop, and Thérèse enters the "Carmel" on April 9, 1888, at age 15.


Her life within the monastery walls is short and uneventful: "lacking in outward drama," as Robert Ellsberg says in his book All Saints. Within a year of entrance she receives her habit. The next year she officially enters the novitiate and is assigned to care for the refectory and sweep the corridors. In 1890 she makes her profession of the vows of poverty, chastity and obedience. In 1891 she is named aid to the sacristan. In 1893 she paints a fresco in the oratory, and is named "second portress," that is, assistant doorkeeper.


In 1894, on the morning of Good Friday, Thérèse awakes to find her mouth full of blood. Though she had been praying ardently that she might be accepted for missionary service in far-off Vietnam, Thérèse rejoices that she will soon be in heaven.


Yet the onset of tuberculosis will prove not a quick and painless journey to heaven, but rather three years of intense suffering. During this same year, her father will die, and she will also be asked by her superior to write what would become her spiritual testimony. She titles it Springtime Story of a Little White Flower Written by Herself and Dedicated to Mother Mary Agnes of Jesus.


It is this book that will ultimately draw millions of believers to Jesus, throughThérèse. The life lacking in outward drama is revealed to be full of inward drama. Surprisingly, she describes a powerful call to the priesthood: "I would like to perform the most heroic deeds. I feel I have the courage of a Crusader. I should like to die on the battlefield in defense of the church. If only I were a priest!" Thérèse devotes herself to prayer (especially for priests) and to the service of God in the monastery. She suffers small indignities at the hands of her sisters, striving to be as generous as possible even during her illness, always offering all of her "little" efforts to the God with whom she fell in love as a girl. Her book reveals both the pain and joy that accompany a life of faith.


As Thérèse continues writing, her physical condition deteriorates. The last few chapters are written during a period of extreme suffering. On September 30, 1897, at the age of 24, she dies. Her last words are "Oh, I love Him...My God...I love you."


But even at her death, the ever-dedicated disciple considers her work unfinished. There is so much more to do, by way of intercession for those she leaves behind: "After my death I will let fall a shower of roses. I will spend my heaven in doing good on earth."


Two years after her death, her spiritual autobiography is published as Story of a Soul in a sanitized version by her sisters. The work is first passed privately among Carmelite convents but it eventually reaches the outside world, where its success surprises almost everyone. As a result of her "Springtime Story," Thérèse will become one of the most popular saints in the church—her story captivating, her example inspiring, and her "Little Way" accessible to millions of believers.


In 1925, only twenty-eight years after her death, she is declared a saint. And in 1997 Pope John Paul II declares her to be a "Doctor of the Church," that is, an eminent teacher of the faith. She is one of only three women to have been so named (along with Saints Catherine of Siena and Teresa of Ávila).


It is, most likely, her deep humility that has rendered her so potent and accessible a model for Christians worldwide. After all, who hasn't found oneself humbled by life's burdens? Who hasn't experienced one's own limitations? Who hasn't suffered? Thérèse is a saint that one feels would naturally understand one's own problems. Thérèse is someone that one can speak with. People feel comfortable with the "Little Flower."


That term, by the way, gleaned from the original title of her autobiography, would eventually become a sort of saintly nickname. In the garden of God, Thérèse of Lisieux protested that she was only a "little flower," a small daisy compared to the more magnificent roses that she saw around her. (She called herself la petite Thérèse, in order to distinguish herself from her great Carmelite predecessor, Teresa of Avila.) Her famous "little way" is a spirituality that consists of doing small things with love for God, and a way of discipleship that stresses a cheerful humility before the Creator.


But to think of Thérèse of Lisieux as simply a delicate little hothouse flower is to forget the considerable resolve that lay beneath the fragile petals. This was, after all, a person who at age 15 refused to let something as minor as church law stand in the way of her entrance into the monastery: she simply took her case to the pope. And in the face of a terminal illness, when her sense of spiritual equilibrium deserts her and she is faced with inner darkness and desolation, she continues to believe and to pray. (Thérèse would pray for missionary priests in particular: as a result, this cloistered nun is one of the two patron saints of missionaries, along with the peripathetic Saint Francis Xavier). In her Christian resolve, in her calm confidence, she resembles no one so much as her great hero and countrywoman Joan of Arc, whom during her novitiate she portrays in a pageant, dressing up as the Maid of Orléans in makeshift paper armor. One of her Carmelite sisters photographed her in costume—this Joan, however, leans on crutches.


The spirituality of Thérèse of Lisieux is usually illustrated by her self-denial and her willingness to accept the reproaches of her sisters in the convent. But this is still too narrow a view of Thérèse, who was able to embrace life fully because she fully understood its sufferings. "Neither do I desire any longer suffering or death, and still I love them both; it is love that attracts me," she writes in The Story of a Soul. Taking her inspiration from St. Paul, who compared the Christian community to a body with many parts, Thérèse boldly declared that she would be the heart.


During her bout with tuberculosis, Thérèse struggles greatly and even flirts with suicide—pointedly telling her Carmelite sisters that medicines should not be kept near the bed of sick persons. Yet, though she struggled, wept and raged, as almost any of us would, she continued to believe—drawing from a deep well of trust filled by the springs of a lifelong love affair with God. As the church historian Janice Farnham, a sister of the Religious of Jesus and Mary, has written, "The way of Thérèse is a way that pierces the darkness, not a ray of light."


St. Thérèse of Lisieux, or to use the name chosen on the occasion of her profession of religious vows, Thérèse de l'Enfant Jesus et de la Sainte Face, is now found on small holy cards that portray her staring out frankly at the viewer, clad in a brown-and-white Carmelite robe, typically holding a bouquet of multicolored roses and a crucifix. She can be found in churches large and small around the world, standing silently in the identical pose as a polychromed plaster statue, a figure in brilliant stained glass or a portrait in a faded fresco. She can be found in the millions of copies of her autobiography, in countless languages and editions, scattered in homes, apartments, rectories and religious communities. And she can be found in the hearts of those who feel that she, above almost all the saints, understands what it means to be a human being who suffers and rejoices in everyday life.


Her life—simple and complex, clear and opaque, childlike and mature, humble and bold, joyful and sorrowful—speaks to millions of people. And it speaks to me.


Some days when I pray to Thérèse of Lisieux, I think of people who critique her spirituality harshly: too naïve, too childlike, too simplistic, too pious, too kitschy. But Thérèse had heard similarly harsh comments in the monastery, from sisters jealous of her youth, confused by her sanctity, and baffled by her charity. Such misunderstanding was part of her life.


And I imagine Thérèse in heaven, smiling a little at this misunderstanding. Smiling at those who still see her as too naïve, too humble or too pious. Smiling at those who underestimate the power of humility. Smiling at all of these people. Smiling, and praying for them.


James Martin, SJ

Today's Activity

Today we spent the afternoon blowing bubbles, while mama ate her eclare from Beard Papa.  Pretty much the best thing ever.

Picture of the Day

Everytime I see this picture, it just melts my heart.  He was 3 months old at the time.  I am totally and completely in love with this little boy.

Tired Baby = Tired Mama

We're trying to work on getting the little man to fall asleep on his own.  Currently, we have to carry/walk/rock him to sleep each night.  My wish is for him to be put in his crib when he's drowsy and then drift away to sleep.  I know it may just be wishful thinking on my part, but other friends/my mother all assure me that that's how most babies fall asleep.  So, I guess we're a little behind in that department. 

I am tempted to try the Ferber Method, but am reluctant to let him cry so much.  Isn't there a more gentle way to teach him?  I guess I need to do a little more research...any suggestions/advice?

Just Keep Swimming

Today is our second swimming class at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center.  The little man really seems to enjoy the water, which makes me very happy!  I don't know if we're actually going to learn anything substantial in these "Mommy and Me" type classes, but I figure it's a good introduction to the water for him.  I think I'll give it one more month and then move on to private lessons.  My goal is to have him water safe around his first birthday.  When you live in Southern California and pools are EVERYWHERE, you have to cover your bases.  Plus we're going to Hawaii next summer (our annual family trip) and I'd like for him to enjoy swimming in the beautiful Pacific ocean!  Ahhh...Waimea Bay. 

So, we have about 6 months to go before his first birthday.  Operation Backfloat is on!  Wish us luck!

Mahalo.

Right Now...

The baby is napping as I type away on the computer.  Most of the laundry is done, although I know the hamper will magically fill itself within a day or two.  The sun is shining bright outside...this definitely calls for a walk with the little man as soon as he's awake.  I've been busily working through most of the morning, but thought I could take a few moments to play around in blog land.  It's still warm out, but I can sense fall approaching.  My favorite time of year.  Today I'm daydreaming about pumpkins and foliage and cozy sweaters.  Oh, Autumn...please come soon to play with us!

Dear Sweet Husband

He's wonderful all the time.  Hard working, funny, loving and the best dad to our son.  Today he told me I looked really pretty before I left for work. 

Totally made my day!

So I don't forget...

My baby started crawling today! I'm writing it here so I don't forget the date ;-)

Yuck!

So today was one of those days.  Super busy at work.  Stayed late trying to finish, but didn't succeed, knowing I would have to finish up at home late into the evening.  Then, on the way out to my car, the person next to me parked so close that I couldn't open the door to get in!  So, tired me had to climb in on the passenger side.  Blah, so fine.  That's not so bad, at least I was on my way home.

But it's not over.  On the way home, I got REAR ENDED!  Uggghhh!  It wasn't a horrible accident, but it certainly made my day go from bad to worse.

So, amidst this doo doo of a day, I'm going to attempt to find the silver lining and stay true to the intent of this blog.  Here goes:

1.  Although my day was very stressful, I managed to get a ton of work done.  Crossing items off my to-do list is super satisfying and today was one of those days.

2.  I don't really have anything nice to say about the person who parked too close to me, so I'll skip that topic.

3.  The guy who rear ended me was actually very kind and apologetic.  Plus he was fully insured, so the claim process should go relatively smoothly.

4.. Most importantly, no one was hurt today.  It could have been a lot worse and I'm thankful that it wasn't.

So there you have it.  I'm going to bed now.

Away we go...

What to write about?  Hmmm...I guess I'll just write about ordinary stuff that happens in my life and see if anyone else finds it interesting.  Sound good?  Ok, then...

And we're off!