peace

There have been lots of peaceful times around the Hirsch household recently. When everyone told me three months old was some magic number, and the fussiness started to disappear then, I was afraid to believe it in case it wasn't true for us. But without counting alllll of my unhatched chicks yet, things do seem to be better. Little Mister and I are on a good schedule. I know if he's hungry or tired or bored. And just this week he started to be able to entertain himself on his playmat, giving me 15 or so minutes of peace to drink my coffee and gear up for the day. The last two days instead of waking up screaming he has awoken peacefully, and given me smiles instead of tears to say good morning. Of course there are still fussy times but I'm enjoying this new happier boy of mine more than I can say with words.

oldskool

Since having a baby, our idea of a wild weekend has changed drastically. But one activity that we've started doing is checking out all of the local parks. It's nice to get out and enjoy the still-nice weather, and the number of parks around here means there's always a new one to explore.
On Saturday we went to a new one (whose name escapes me) and I was delighted to see good old fashioned wooden playground toys. It seems over the last 15 years all of the awesome wooden toys of my youth have been replaced with plastic monstrosities with no character because they're supposedly safer and cheaper to maintain. I say that getting a splinter the size of a toothpick from a creaky old wooden playground is just part of growing up.
Look at these beauties! Who wouldn't want to play on the U.S.S Garcia?