June 1+3+5=9: long time no blog

We are enjoying our second week of our two week holiday to New York (hence the silence on the blog-front). Micah brought everyone a very special gift...a cold! The night before we flew out Zack and I spent a fretful, sleepless night on the phone with the after-hours advice nurse while our little one coughed and spluttered. Micah's vomiting necessitated an emergency peds visit the next morning in the hour we had before leaving for the airport. It was a wee bit hectic, but we made it! Micah is all better..but has passed his cold onto other less fortunate Grossmans.

No doubt Micah came out here expecting to show his little cuz what's what and all, but it has been Joey--not Micah--setting the example and teaching Micah some new (and old tricks). Like, why wait til' morning to eat silly? Eating every two hours is much better. Micah has been enjoying his lapse into all-things-not-to-do-according to the baby whisperer. Such as nursing to fall asleep ("He isn't in his own bed," I claim. "He is out of his own element," runs the excuse), eating whenever he pleases around the clock ("...the doctor said to make sure he gets plenty of fluids" I retort. "Look mom, JOEY gets too!" Micah tells me with his cries.) and finally, the one I really can't believe: suck on a pacifier! It would appear that Micah discovered one of Joey's pacies lying around the first night and has taken to it, dispite rejecting it for months when he was younger. Perfectly legit for a two month old--one big old bad habit at 6 months. I must admit, during the three and half hour car ride up to Grandma and Grandpa's the pacey ( lo! )pacified Micah quite nicely.

Here are some photos to chronical the visit thus far (there are more on Joey's blog):

Aunty Lisa and cousin Joey (Is it gas? We'll go with no.)