Sunday, December 29, 2013

Miss Parker is super cool in her Babiators. #thebiscuitlife

A year and a half

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Current stats: 33.25 inches long; 24 pounds, 7 ounces. She’s too long for a lot of the 18-24 month clothes so I’ve started buying 2T stuff and rolling the cuffs.

Tooth count: 16

New tricks: spinning; almost running; recognizing numbers

Words: Andy has been keeping a list of all the words Parker can reliably say and that we can understand:

shoes, boot, eyes, mouth, on, hat, hi, mama, dada, bear, pizza, baby, hot, up, help, print, (lady) gaga, under, eight, mmm, no, button, press, bye, money, this, book, tickle, good girl, socks, butt, five, two, ball, cup, horse, quack, clock, car, apple, star, heart, hug, moon, flop, rock, out, boo-boo, pop, bubbles, arm, hair, hop, sit, boat, all done, olive, blue, puppy, belt, stuck, house, three, pot, all gone, paper, dance, cheese, bib, purple, bunny, bed

If you heard some of these I doubt you would recognize it as a word but we’ve become pretty good translators. We’re working hard on “please” and “thank you.” So far, we’re just getting the “puh” sound for please but it’s a start.

From Andy:
“The list doesn’t include words that aren’t in regular circulation. For a while, she seemed to have a max of about 12 words, and any time a new one arrived, she’d lose one. I had been joking that every time I heard I new word, I was worried that Daddy was gone… and sure enough, she lost Daddy for a couple months.”
With the extra language comes frustration-based tantrums. She wants us to understand and we don’t. Cue meltdown. I know it’s difficult for her but the general whiny fussiness is exhausting. Experienced parents know that toddlers have multiple personalities. One minute she’s giggling and having a great time. 45 seconds later, she’s screaming in a pile on the floor. I don’t get it but being little is hard, I guess.



We’ve decided to enroll Parker in an education-based daycare two days a week, six hours each day. It’ll be good for her to be around other children her age in a school-like setting. And – since we’re keeping things honest around here – we’re looking forward to what 12 kidless hours a week can be like.

The early education curriculum includes language development, a bit of math, science and discovery, art, health and safety, and social skills. This was her first week there and the teachers say she’s done well in her first two days. She cried when it was time to leave yesterday, so that’s a good sign I suppose.

The new schedule means we’ll have to switch up our routine at home to match what they’re doing at school. The amazing two, two-hour naps are going away and being replaced with one midday nap. I’m sure the transition is going to be a party and a half. Our baby likes her sleep so we’ll see how it goes.


For the most part, she still eats whatever we put in front of her. She really likes olives, feta cheese and pizza. She doesn’t seem turned off by spicy food either.

She’s figured out how to open doors – sort of.

And she finds ways to entertain herself.

The terrible two’s may be starting now at 18 months. She’s becoming less of the super-chill baby we once knew and is ever more opinionated and easily distressed. The pediatrician says that’s normal development and there’s not much to be done about her breakdowns. Eventually she’ll be able to express herself more efficiently. Andy is much more patient than I am (no surprises there) and I’m sooo thankful for that.

Now that she’s in school – and exposed to germy toddlers – I’m sure she’ll be sick a lot more too, which is never a good time. Such is parenting life.

Our next major hurdle: potty training
Monday, November 18, 2013

The Biscuit got dropped off at preschool this morning. I’m surprisingly not freaked out at the moment.
Friday, November 15, 2013

The Biscuit and a classmate share a quiet moment during a trial run at her new (GASP!) preschool. That’s right, folks. Two days a week, my little girl will be learning, doing and growing in someone else’s hands.

This imaginary conversation:
Her: 'Sup?
Him: Hey. You new?
Her: Yeah. This place looks ok. Do you like it?
Him: It's aight. The other kids can be whiny babies but the teachers are strict but fair.
Her: Cool.
Thursday, October 31, 2013

The collective noun for giraffes is a tower. We are a tower of giraffes for Halloween.

The Biscuit didn’t want to hold still for pictures in her costume after the Charlestown Halloween parade.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Parker (la girafe) hung out with her friends at the Charlestown Halloween Carnival this weekend.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Aunt Wendy sent Parker a lovely winter coat. #thebiscuitlife

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

That moment when you realize the summer is really over. #thebiscuitlife
Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Shake Shack in Chestnut Hill with mama.
Monday, October 7, 2013

The Beast and The Biscuit rock Union Street Park.
Thursday, October 3, 2013

Parker got her first trim today at a big-girl salon on Newbury Street. #thebiscuitlife
Thursday, September 19, 2013

Apple picking with the crew at Russell Orchards in Ipswitch, MA.

Monday, September 9, 2013

A rare photo of all three of us. In Bermuda. #teambiscuit (at Fairmont Southampton bermuda)

Boston park Inspector

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

15 months

Monday, September 2, 2013

The last full update was just after Parker’s first birthday, I know. My work life is very busy in the summer and I’d rather be enjoying what little free time I get than sitting at my computer blogging. No apologies there.

Plus, after the first year kids stop the rapid transformation stuff so posting every month wouldn’t be very interesting for anyone except maybe the grandparents. I’ll post when I can about what I can. The posts will be longer too so, get comfortable … The Biscuit just had her 15-month checkup.


Current stats: 32 inches long; 23 pounds, 2.5 ounces. The chub is long gone and she’s getting taller overnight, it seems.

Tooth count: 12.5 (4 up top with a canine on the way, 4 on the bottom, 4 molars in the back)

New tricks: Using a fork (for stabbing food) and a spoon (for flinging food in the general direction of her mouth).

Words: boo-boo, arm, hop, clock, flop, baby, teeth and everything is “mama” right now (even her)


We’re done with bottles! After we introduced the sippy cup at about 9 months, we snuck in a straw cup here and there and taught her to hold them herself. After her first birthday, we substituted one bottle a day for a cup and, just last week, we made the switch to only cups. So far so good on that. The straw cups are supposed to be better for oral/speech development so we’re making those the primary liquid delivery system now.


We have learned, unfortunately, that Parker is allergic to peanuts. We suspected something was up when she broke out in hives after eating some Thai food. Then I gave her peanut butter on toast for breakfast. Result? Disaster! Hives, vomiting, swollen lips and eyes. It was terrible. We got her tested at her 15-month checkup and, yup, the only thing she’s allergic to is peanuts. They’re not actually nuts, by the way. Peanuts are legumes. Look it up.

No one really knows why but peanut allergies are on the rise. That makes life a tiny bit easier since most restaurants know how to handle them. Food manufacturers are required to label their products, too. While she’s at home with us, we can manage the allergy. The scary times start once she’s in school and we have to educate other people (and sticky-fingered children) about it.

On a scale of nonexistent to severe, her numbers were on the lower end but her pediatrician told us to carry a portable shot of epinephrine with us at all times in case of accidental exposure. For now, the only treatment is avoiding anything with peanuts. More information can be found on the Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network website.


It took her a lot longer than we thought but the kid is finally walking. She got the hang of it right at 14 months and this past month has seen her practicing a ton and getting better and better at it. She can carry (and inevitably discard) things all over the house now. She bends down to pick things up and can right herself quickly when she takes a tumble.

Shoes are a real thing now instead of just a tiny bit of cuteness. Since I have more shoes than I probably should, I predict she will have quite the collection of footwear soon.


While I was in Chicago celebrating my birthday with a friend, Andy took Parker to Virginia to visit his grandparents. While they were there, Aunt Marty taught Parker how to climb the stairs at their house. Back home, the stairs are where the party is and she wants to be on them all the time. She can’t walk up them but she insists on crawling up instead of being carried. She’s pretty fast on the stairs that have carpet but the hardwood sets require more care. She’s cautious and I’m ok that it takes her a while to get up those.

The stair action means we finally had to put up legit baby gates. We put one set three steps up so she can practice going up and down without fear of her seriously hurting herself when she falls.


We’re raising Parker in what can be referred to as “the French style.” Basically, we (1) recognize that we need a life outside of the baby. (2) We give her a lot of room within a framework of expectations, but within those boundaries, there is a lot of freedom. (3) We believe that Parker can figure things out for herself and, ultimately, she’ll make her own choices. Good or bad she’ll have to learn from the consequences of those choices.

It sounds fancy but it’s really just common sense. For example, I know I’m a better mother when I’ve had some time away from my child. So, we hire babysitters when we need to or we each ask for me-time as needed. That’s easy and I will never understand parents who don’t do that.

The Biscuit doesn’t get gross “kid food” which would force us to cook two dinners and create a picky eater. She eats what we eat and we already have a kid who seems to really like fancy vegetables (beets, asparagus, edamame, portobello mushrooms) and rejects marshmallows, blueberries and ice cream (I’ll fix the latter).

Finally, we encourage her to play by herself. She has the run of the entire first floor of our house. She can open kitchen cabinets (everything dangerous has been moved), hang out on the 3 steps she’s allowed, pull books off the shelves and flip through them. All without our interference. If she gets into trouble, we’re obviously nearby but she’s left alone to make her own choices.

We talk to Parker like the capable human that she is. I like to think that we’re exchanging ideas with her and providing her the means to develop her sense of self while giving her tools to make good choices. We’ll see how we feel about that when she’s a mouthy teenager.

All that said, our dream baby is definitely asserting herself more and more each day. She lets us know when she’s unhappy with us by yelling or literally shaking her fist. She delicately drops food on the floor that she doesn’t want to eat while looking me square in the eye. She flails around in protest at times and, when she’s walking outside, she gets upset if she can’t navigate. We’re raising her to be independent so, I suppose, it’s natural for her to reject boundaries. But our authority trumps her outrage. She might be able to feel injustice now but it isn’t going to get her what she wants. Andy actually said the words “you are not in charge” to Parker recently. While I know she understands a lot of what we say, that bit might not be getting through yet.

I can also tell that she’s getting frustrated by her inability to communicate at times. She knows what she is trying to say and it must be maddening when we can’t understand. Truthfully, I have little patience for it myself. I want her to be able to tell me what she wants as badly as she wants me to understand. Crying as a form of communication is very hard for me but I’m trying to work through it.

What I cannot abide is hitting. She hit me out of anger recently and, when she got a stern “NO!” and a sharp pop on the back of her hand, she was visibly startled. She looked at me like “Who the hell do you think you are?” which is exactly the same look I was probably giving her. Then came the tears. I felt bad for a second but it passed. Discipline is not something we have a solid plan for yet but I realize now it HAS TO BE part of the conversations.


We’ve had good fun outside this summer. Parker has walked barefoot in the grass, swum in one of the city pools, enjoyed free frozen yogurt, entertained baby friends on the deck, and much time has been spent playing at many parks. As much as I hate the thought, winter is coming. I’ll have to learn how to play in the snow with her, I think, and find entertaining things to do inside. Before that, though, there will be piles of leaves to fall into, toss and crunch around in. That should be good fun.
Saturday, August 17, 2013

Parker entertains some girlfriends on the deck. #summerfun
Friday, August 16, 2013

After initially being uninterested, The Biscuit quickly warmed up to free frozen yogurt. #thebiscuitlife
Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Kicking it with calligraphers and getting a Heidelberg letterpress lesson on a visit to Smudge Ink.
Monday, August 5, 2013

“I would have updated the blog but I have just been BURIED in paperwork.”
Sunday, July 28, 2013

Enjoying the rooftop deck at Legal Harborside. #thebiscuitlife
Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Monday, July 22, 2013

silliness from Parker Lippitt on Vimeo.
I interrupted dinner to make funny faces at Parker. She tried to make some faces of her own.

Sea Biscuit

Friday, June 21, 2013

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Parker and I went with a friend to breakfast at her namesake restaurant in Cambridge. They even used her signature color in their signage.
Monday, June 10, 2013

Getting some work done old school style. #teambiscuit » Parker

Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Link: » Parker

Casey from Hello Love Photographer photographed Parker the day before her first birthday.


Saturday, June 1, 2013

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Parker had some friends over for Memorial Day.
Sunday, May 26, 2013

biscuit on the move from Parker Lippitt on Vimeo.
Parker is more active every day. In addition to being “this close” to walking, we made a path for her to go through the bookshelf. Sometimes, though, she likes to hang out in the hole instead of going through.

One year!

Saturday, May 25, 2013

We’ve come a long way, baby.

From the terror of premature labor to four months of agonizing bed rest to a completely adorable, healthy and awesome baby girl. The past 18 months have been a roller coaster but Miss Parker Violet Lippitt is the best reward Andy and I could have hoped for.

The three of us have survived a full year of new familyhood without any real disasters. Dare I say, we might actually all be really good at this thing. The pediatrician thinks she’s a bit ahead of the developmental schedule, which is super vague but every parent loves to hear that.

I’m looking forward to being done with formula and baby food. She eats “real” food, is dabbling with whole milk and is great about drinking water. She’s eating and growing very well. Other than “mushy” fruits (bananas, canned peaches, overripe melon), she’ll eat almost anything. Currently, we’re sampling kidney beans, quiche and bagels.

We celebrated her first birthday (May 17) by inviting our nearest and dearest to a party in The Biscuit’s honor last weekend.

I had a professional photographer here and didn’t take a single picture so you’ll have to wait on checking out what you missed. Let’s just say we went through most of a case of champagne, lots of beer, enough food to feed 25 people and most of an amazing two-tiered, orange velvet birthday cake.

Ever the little lady, she ate her piece of cake with her fingers and … that was it. Kinda anti-climactic without the typical cake smash but that’s my girl.

Parker also had official one-year portraits taken last week. Those are coming soon as well. Stay tuned.

Current stats: 30.5 inches long; 21 pounds, 12 ounces. She’s not as chubby as she used to be and seems to be getting longer and leaner.

Tooth count: 7 (4 up top, 3 on the bottom) and the pediatrician says there’s at least one molar coming in.

New tricks: she’s nearly walking. It’s mostly a confidence issue but she can do it. Lots of pointing and waving. Splashing in the tub.

Words: hug, eyes, head, teeth, ‘pus (octopus), mama, dada, pop. She likes to shake her head no but hasn’t actually said it yet.

I’m in the busy season with work right now but I’ll try to keep doing regular updates. New videos are posted on the blog here and on the Vimeo site.
Saturday, May 18, 2013

The first year from Parker Lippitt on Vimeo.
A compilation of all of the photos that accompanied The Biscuit’s regular blog updates in her first year.

Friday, May 17, 2013

My two favorite people looking at the sky.


Sunday, May 12, 2013
The final step in the five stages of grief is Acceptance. I’ve already written about the previous stages: DenialAngerBargaining and Depression.


Today is my first Mother’s Day. The idea of that is still very weird to me. I am someone’s mother. Those who know me well can attest to the surreal nature of that statement. But I think – after almost a year in this new role – I have finally come to accept this new reality.

I have a daughter (!!!) and I’m experiencing the world anew as she learns all about it. She makes me smile in her infinite curiosity about mundane things. For example, an empty bathtub is a wonderland of exploration: soap, a scrub puff, a shiny faucet, the holes in the drain. It’s all very exciting.

But motherhood is hard. And not in that cliché “it’s the hardest job in the world” way. I mean it challenges me in ways I hadn’t imagined. Yes, I love my baby but I don’t love some of the things that come with motherhood.

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