Basketball and fish fry

We spent this Saturday morning watching Vince's students from PS 6 play basketball at St. Patrick's on Ocean Ave.  For those of you who aren't familiar with Jersey City, Ocean Ave is less than 10 minutes up the hill from Downtown but the two sections are so drastically different, they might as well be two different cities. By raising Olivia in the city I want her to grow up the same way I did. I want her to know more than Starbucks, boutiques and hipsters. I want her to always be aware of her surroundings and have street sense. Just because she'll be living Downtown doesn't mean she won't know the Heights, or how to take the bus, or that the ladies on Cornelison Ave aren't just outside because it's nice out (well maybe I won't tell her exactly what they're doing...)
The game itself was awesome: traveling, carrying, double dribbling, shooting without looking, it was adorable and hilarious. And being in the hood, they were selling fried fish diners instead of lame pretzels and popcorn. Fried fish! So I had fried fish at 10am and was thoroughly entertained, who could ask for a better Saturday morning?

AND they put holes in the container so that the fish stay crispy. Legit.

Creeper Mom

Yeah, I'm that mom now. I watch my baby sleep and occasionally take pictures like a creepy stalker. I silently wave and make smiley faces at babies in shopping carts unbeknownst to their parents who are putting their groceries on the belt. I play peek-a-boo with babies in their strollers if they show the slightest interest in playing. And I found myself passing by a baby sleeping peacefully in his stroller and I whispered "Beautiful" before I could stop myself. Yeah, creepy.

Five months

Every day that goes by we see more and more of your sweet and happy personality. You give huge smiles when you meet people, and even in the middle of the night when you decide you want to play instead of sleep (so you make it hard for me to be mad when I don't get much sleep). You're making different sounds and discovering new ways to make them, like using your lips or tongue, or both and making spit bubbles. Your hand coordination is getting so good, you swat and grab at toys hanging above you and reach for things when we offer them to you! I love to cuddle you and savor every one because I know eventually you'll be squirming to get away!

O: Dr Bear, you've got a little spit bubble, let me just wipe it off...
Dr Bear: (says something in bearese)
O: I am not projecting! You're not even a psychiatrist!