We've moved -- cyber-speaking, that is. 

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And an occasional blog post here:

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COME VISIT!

Santa, Bears, Pink Scooter

Kaia's one wish for weeks (months?) has very precisely been for one Pink Scooter. Her greatest love/nemesis Nico wants for nothing but gum and a yellow firetruck. Here's not so rare footage of them sharing their "lists" and promptly having one of their romantic spats, the night before Christmas when all through the house...

No one was going to be cooking in the midst of such chaos, so after driving around and visiting houses with nice lights, we went Opa! and celebrated at the Greek restaurant with good baby food humus.

Then, before you know it, it's show time. Santa came to our house for the first time (as we are always away) and he ate the cookies and left candycanes along with a whole slew of gifts (as did all our generous relatives, thank you all!). We spent the whole day in our cozy PJs (care of Karen, aka Mimi) and Kaia licked through maybe 10 of those candycanes.

Great Skate

Dearest Diana, our fairy godmother, "taught" Kaia how to skate the other day in NYC's Bryant Park (a patch of grass park which has magically transformed for the season into a ice rink). If a three-year-old can skate, this is what it looks like:

The Turkey Crawl

Just when we had about given up, Addie finally made her move across our bed, Nov. 25, one year and one month old. The moments here after her bath time and before bed is usually her happiest time of day, so it's a fitting setting for her big event. (Now she's cruising a bit and I of course am in noooo hurry for these developments. Slow down!).

The Dance

Back before Addie crawled - yes, she finally crawls, as of the night before Thanksgiving, see next blog entry for that - there was the scoot. And all along, there's Kaia's Dance, which has flailing, pointing, rolling, and sometimes required family participation. Note those gorilla slippers on Jeff in action.

Turtles on a log

Labor Day weekend and we worked on the house of course (painting a surprise attic mural, cheeky subject matter to be revealed later). But we also took the time to walk around our beautiful Rockefeller Preserve, and try to get that baby butt moving into a crawl already. Here's Jeff imitating a log full of turtles:

Hurricane Who?

We holed up here during Irene and watched it rain and get a little windy and the river rise and rise, but we're very grateful to be on high ground. We only suffered a bit of cabin fever, when things like this are known to occur (not for the squeamish):

And then it was like the storm never happened. A perfect picnic along our waterfront park.