And now, ladies and gentlemen...

Ariel Joy Fybush

 

Born: September 15, 2003, 4:26 AM

Weight: 7 lbs, 2 oz. Length: 20 inches

 

(At left: Ari's official portrait, 2 days old at Highland Hospital.)

 

Friday, October 10

Whoa - where'd the last two weeks go? Here, enjoy some new pictures:

Last week, Ari met her Grandpa John, who came in from Fort Wayne with Carolyn to see the baby for a few days. As you can see, the two hit it off...

Three generations. We'll make it four when Ari travels to Fort Wayne in a few weeks and meets her "G.G." (great-grandmother Betty Stein.)

After multiple attempts, Grandpa John managed to get this family portrait...

...though Freckles, being Freckles, had to take frequent breaks to investigate the squirrel invasion of the back lawn.

Here's a nice picture John took of Lisa and baby.

And here's another.

Tuesday, September 30

Sorry about the long delay in getting these posted - that whole "newborn-baby-not-getting-any-sleep" thing has kicked in, big time, and when I'm not looking after Ari or doing "real" work (or playing commentator on WXXI, WROC-TV or the Democrat and Chronicle about the Bob Lonsberry affair), I'm most likely trying to get some sleep. But never fear, Ari's doing just fine. She had her second doctor's appointment Monday morning, and Dr. Martin says she's gained a few ounces (she's now 7 lbs., 6 oz.) and is in perfect health.

Other highlights from Ariel's second week: last Friday, she visited Rochester's famous Dinosaur BBQ with our friends Dave and Jason. On Saturday morning, she attended her first Rosh Hashana service at TBK, sleeping through most of it (including a visit with Nanny and Grandpa and Grand-Nan up in the balcony) and being widely admired by all. Saturday night, she visited the Summit for Rosh Hashana dinner with Grand-Nan and the family, and was, you guessed it, widely admired by all. Today, she visited Nanny's office at BOCES and was, again, widely admired by all. Sense a pattern here?

Ari had her first bath Sunday night and seemed to enjoy it. Tomorrow, Grandpa John and Carolyn arrive from Fort Wayne to meet Ari.

She's still keeping us awake on and off at night; she tends to wake up about 3 AM and stay awake feeding for 90 minutes or so.

Tomorrow, we'll tackle some more Ask Ari questions (submit yours to ariel at fybush dot com)...but now, PICTURES!

Aunt Julie pointed out that she hasn't been featured here yet - so here's Aunt Julie holding Ari in the hospital. Aunt Julie's now an aunt twice over; her boyfriend Chris's brother and sister-in-law had their baby today, and Julie's already trying to set the two of them up together.

Here's Great Aunt Jeani holding Ari in the hospital. She was long overdue to be featured here, too!

Grand-Nan and Ari

The Fybushes in the hospital with Ari - Grandpa, Ari, Dad and Nanny

Grandpa admires Ari

At the naming lunch: Ari is admired by Uncle Henry, Grammy Fran and Aunt Belle

Wednesday, September 24 - Day NINE!!!

Either you get the joke in the header, or you don't work in radio. (And if you don't, click here for some enlightenment, though it still won't mean much if you don't work in radio.) Speaking of radio, I'll be a guest on WXXI's 1370 Connection Thursday at noon (you can listen online at www.wxxi.org), and if you live in Rochester or read NERW, you can guess what it's all about.

Not much else new to report - I'm fighting a cold and the "non-drowsy" DayQuil generic substitute is making me sleepy anyway. Ari and her parents went over to Nanny and Grandpa's house tonight for dinner, which Ariel slept through. Grammy went back to Fort Wayne yesterday after leaving lots of meals in the freezer; hopefully, a few new pictures of Ariel will cheer her up...

We were doing laundry tonight (including Ari's crib sheet and crib liner), and Lisa walked into my office with Ari's little laundry basket. It looked like it was full of laundry...but it turned out to be full of Ari, instead! She's been snoozing comfortably (and I think that's my pillow she's snoozing on) ever since

Closeup of the sleeping baby. Ain't she cute?

Monday, September 22 - A Whole Week Old!

Sorry for the weekend break - we've been either changing diapers or asleep, it seems :-)

We'll start with the pictures from Saturday, when Ariel had her naming. Her Hebrew name is Ariel Simcha, Ariel (pronounced, in this case, AH'-ree-ell) meaning "lion(ess) of God" and Simcha meaning "Joy." Hebrew has no last names, just "son of" or "daughter of," which makes our baby girl "Ariel Simcha bat Yosef Yitzhak v' Batya," or "Ariel Simcha, daughter of Yosef Yitzhak and Batya." Ari was a little angel throughout the 90-minute service, allowing herself to be passed back and forth down the row of parents/grandparents/aunts/uncles without even opening an eye.

Afterward, Nanny and Grandpa hosted a luncheon at their house for Ari:

Here's Ari out on the deck with her cousin Rebecca Schacter. Rebecca's grandfather, Henry Stein, is the brother of Lisa's late grandfather, Curt Stein. What do you suppose would be the odds, then, that Rebecca's parents would eventually move in right across the street from my parents - just a year or so before Lisa and I were married? (You can imagine the surprise when everyone figured out what had happened!) The Schacters are in the process of moving - but just to the house right behind my parents :-)

Henry and Belle happened to be up from Long Island visiting the Schacters, so Ari got to meet her first Stein relatives on Saturday, too!

Here's Lisa, opening cards and presents out on the deck. That's our friend Alexandra Newman next to her. She and husband Logan just got married over the summer, so they've still got a while before they start getting pressured to start a family. In the meantime, they can borrow Ari if they ask nicely...

Here's Ari on the living room sofa with our dear family friends, Claire and Bob Eiselen. Among other things, Bob does the excellent digital imaging work for my Tower Site Calendar.

Here's Ari's cake, which was quite delicious. Note the little lions in the corner!

Lisa opening more presents, with the assistance of Ari's second cousin, Evan Epstein. Evan, his sister Naomi, their parents Mark and Lauren, and Mark's parents, Matty and Judy, all drove up from Binghamton to be there for Ariel's naming, which pleased us greatly!

Don't these look yummy? You, too, can get delicious mint brownies (and the others, too, but the mint ones are really good) by visiting our friends the Starskys at the Park Place Deli, at the corner of Park and Berkeley Streets. Tell them Ari sent you...

We've got to squeeze one more picture in here - here's Nanny showing off what was, to her, the most exciting part of Ari's naming: the giant (four-pound) can of tuna that she bought at BJ's Wholesale Club to make tuna salad. Anyone who thinks I'm kidding doesn't know my mother very well - everyone who came over for the luncheon had to admire the giant tuna can. Perhaps you, too, would like to drop her a line and tell her how exciting her tuna can is...

After the naming (during which, again, Ari was incredibly quiet and well-behaved), we went home and took a well-deserved nap. Later, I passed up a chance to see Bruce Springsteen for a third time on this tour (I'd seen him at Buffalo's HSBC Arena and at Rochester's War Memorial, and he was playing at Darien Lakes Saturday night) - I guess having a newborn baby is one of the few things worth missing Springsteen for. Perhaps Ari and I will see him together for his seventieth-birthday tour...

Sunday was a quieter day for Ari; we went for a walk with Freckles in the morning to introduce her to the gang at Brighton News and to the idea that one does not miss the Sunday New York Times under any circumstances (a habit inculcated in me by my grandfather many years ago.) Later in the evening, Ari and I went over to Aunt Julie and Uncle Chris' house so she could receive her gift from them (a beautiful modern version of the "To Sit, To Stand, This Step Stool/Is Really Grand" stepstool that both Lisa and I had as children, hand-painted by Aunt Julie), along with my original stepstool, rescued from Mom and Dad's garage. I should scan the outside of Aunt Julie's envelope and put it up here as well; it showed Julie's artistic rendition of several scenes from Dean Friedman's "Ariel." Then Ari and I went to visit Great-Nanny at the Summit independent-living facility, where we shamelessly interrupted the evening's movie*, prompting a stream of seniors to follow Great-Nanny out to the sitting room to admire the baby, which they most certainly did (giving the lie, in the process, to Great-Nanny's claims that under no circumstances has she been bragging about said baby...)

*If you've never tried to identify one particular gray-haired, 4-foot-9, 88-year-old great-grandmother, from behind, in the dark, in a crowd of 40 such women, you have no idea what a task it is - especially when just about any of them would be more than happy to accept you as being their grandchild.

One more Sunday note: Ari now has a belly button, and it's an "innie." She's even cuter now that the cord has fallen off. (This prompted a great deal of puzzlement among the great-grandmothers at the Summit, until one of them pointed out that in their day, they were all still in the hospital - and, for all I know, still under anesthesia - when their babies' umbilical cords fell off.) Now we get to give Ari a bath...

Sunday night, she slept quite well, waking us up only twice (by my count), and on Monday we had our first long period of eyes-open alertness that wasn't coupled with an immediate demand for food. ("Ngaaaaaaaaaaa" seems to be the cry of choice in such instances.)

And with that, how about a few "Ask Ari" questions (submit yours to ariel at fybush dot com...)

Q: The cutest baby ever! (submitted by Great Aunt Jeani)

A: Yes, definitely. And I don't care that that's not, technically, a question.

Q: "Ari" as in Ari Fleischer? (submitted by Blaine Thompson, Fort Wayne)

A: I can't comment on that. Next question - you there, from Fox News?

Q: "Ariel" as in Ariel Sharon? (also submitted by Blaine Thompson, Fort Wayne)

A: No, sir. However, the record will show that after we settled on Ariel as a first name, Lisa and I were mulling over middle names up until about a week before Ari's birth, and at one point Lisa actually suggested "Sharon" (rhyming it with "Baron") before I pointed out what that would do to the poor thing...

Q: When I saw the name, I didn't think of Ariel from "The Little Mermaid(tm)," I thought it might have been a play on "aerial." The ultimate tower site photo! (submitted by Ray Barrington, Green Bay [WI] News-Chronicle)

A: Sshhh. Don't tell Lisa!

Q: When will she have her first taste of Regina? (submitted by Elizabeth Navisky, Boston)

A: First of all, that question is nowhere near as dirty-minded as it somehow just ended up looking in print. Cousin Liz is referring to Pizzeria Regina, purveyors of the very best pizza on earth, and it's my hope that at some point within the next year I can find an excuse to make it to 11 1/2 Thacher Street in Boston's North End to have some for myself. Ari may have to wait another year or two to experience such pizza nirvana, though. (And you Chicago deep-dish partisans can keep your Giordano's. No comparison.)

Q: Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! (submitted by Ari, in the next room)

A: OK, OK. Gotta run! More pictures tomorrow...

Day Five: A Visit to the Doctor and to James Brown's Place

It was another busy day - or at least a busy morning - in the World of Ariel, as she paid her first visit to her pediatrician, Dr. Michael Martin. Dr. Martin left his old practice a couple of years ago and now works by himself (a concept Daddy understands quite well!), remaining on call 24/7 by cell phone. He saw Ari twice in the hospital, but Friday was her first office visit, and she passed with flying colors. She's gained several ounces (from 6 lbs. 11.5 oz on discharge to 6 lbs. 14 oz. today), which we're told is unusual for a breast-fed baby - but then she's feeding a LOT. Everything else checked out fine, too, and she'll return in a couple of weeks.

Lisa and Grammy Fran were very hungry when we left the doctor's office, so we headed to James Brown's Place, the best breakfast spot in Rochester. Ari was just there not long ago - that's where Lisa and I had brunch this past Sunday, mere hours before Ari's arrival. Ari hung out with us in her car seat instead of the womb this time, but was just as asleep. Maybe next time, she'll be awake!

Much of the rest of our day was spent getting some rest, interspersed with diaper changes. Later in the afternoon, Grandpa Dan stopped by for his daily Ari admiration session, and this time Ari obliged him by (very briefly) opening her eyes. And then it was time for Ari's first shabbat; she slept in my arms as we lit the candles, and she made a cute funny face when I touched a bit of grape juice to her lips...

Oh...and today was "National Talk Like A Pirate Day," so a big "ahoy, matey" from ARRRRRRiel :-)

Here's Ari sound asleep at James Brown's Place; holding the menu behind us is Riley Grider, one of the waitresses there - and another native of Fort Wayne! Riley graduated from Elmhurst High the year before Lisa, and Lisa knew her and her brother Scott.

(James himself is also a Hoosier...)

Grammy Fran wanted to use up the film in her camera when we got home, so she thought she'd take some pictures of Ari in her car seat.

Here's what Freckles thought: "I wanna be in the picture. I'll pose nicely. No, wait, I don't wanna be in the picture. I'll walk away. No wait, I do wanna... *click*"

Earlier on the same roll of film - Ari in the hospital with Daddy..

.Take 2 - and this time the dog posed nicely!

A couple of shots from a diaper changing session...it's about the only time I can reliably count on seeing her eyes wide open!

I think she looks like Nanny Carol in this picture. Every time I look at her, she looks like a different family member. I hope Freckles isn't next...
Coming Saturday: Ari's naming...let's see how she does in a BIG crowd of family and friends!

Day Four: Adventures in the Outside World

A big hello to Ari fans everywhere!

As you can see, she's spent the day learning HTML and will soon be ready to code her own page...but in the meantime, she's still happy to let Daddy handle the typing.

On Thursday, our girl had her first two trips outside the house, beginning with a noontime walk down the street to temple to hand in her naming forms. (Well, I walked - she rode in the stroller.)

After an exciting afternoon that included several feedings, several long naps (both alone in the crib and with Daddy) and several visitors (Grandpa Dan, who's now a daily visitor to Ari-land, and Karen, Laura and Seth from next door), Nanny and Aunt Julie came over to escort the lovely Miss Ariel to her first meeting of the Rochester Numismatic Association, the oldest continuously operating local coin club in America. (Her daddy is a past president, for those of you who don't know.)

Ari stayed for about 10 minutes, meeting Daddy's friends and admiring the auction lots, including several RNA presidential medals that Daddy later spent her college money on. (Just kidding - they weren't that expensive!) After that, Nanny and Julie took Ari back home and visited with her for a few more minutes. Meanwhile, Grammy Fran took Lisa on her first adventure in the outside world post-Ariel, visiting Target to pick up some needed items.

Send in more "Ask Ari" questions and we'll try to get to them tomorrow or over the weekend (along with scanning the pictures from Monday) - but in the meantime we'll address that tricky pronunciation question again: how about "Ariel" as in "aerial" (though the stress is on the wrong syllable there, and it might make Mommy think too much of those big aluminum things on the roof), or perhaps - for the benefit of our Binghamton relatives - "Ariel, which rhymes with Harry L"? (If you're not from Binghamton, you won't get it. Don't even try.) And I think I neglected to mention earlier that "Ariel" is the name of the BBC's in-house magazine, too. (Named, as it turns out, after Shakespeare's Ariel, immortalized in stone on the walls of the BBC's Broadcast House in London as "the invisible spirit of the air," the personification of broadcasting. Of course, that Ariel was a boy, and one of the sculptures created controversy because Ariel had too large a - well, I didn't say "nipple" this time, anyway.)

Enough of that...we still need pictures, don't we? Here are a few from Ari's visit to the RNA meeting...

"Aunt Mel" Childers holds Ari while Bill and Edie Coe talk to Ari's Nanny at the RNA meeting

 Ursula Loose meets Ari. Ursula's the proprietor of McLeod Stamp and Coin in Rochester, and it was she who introduced me to coin collecting many years ago. Ari will start visiting her shop in a few years, if she's interested.

On Friday, Ari visits her pediatrician. Stay tuned!

Day Three: Back home...

Ari is now at home, in her own crib in her own bedroom, with her own (very excited) dog standing guard at the door. Whew!

You still want pictures, all of you, and you'll get them, but first we need to answer several questions that have arrived in Ari's mailbox:

Q: So you're calling her Ari? (submitted by cousin Elizabeth Navisky of Boston, Mass.)

A: Yup. Which leads to a little logical inconsistency: While her full name is Ariel, pronounced to rhyme with "burial" (I need a better rhyme - anybody?), we've taken to referring to her colloquially as "Ari," which rhymes with "sorry." To which end I can only quote Whitman: "I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." Or to quote Ari herself, if she were speaking: "I am small. I contain poop." (Which she does. A lot.)

Q: So that's Ariel as in "Little Mermaid"? (submitted by someone in the hallway of Highland Hospital yesterday)

A: Nope. Due to Disney's attempts to co-opt copyright law to its own benefit, the last thing we'd dare to do is to use the name of one of its trademarked characters. Case law is unclear as to whether this would constitute "fair use"; and anyway, we have more sophisticated taste than that.

Q: So that's Ariel as in the Dean Friedman song? (submitted by WODI's Dave Marthouse, among others on the radio boards)

A: Now we're getting closer. For those of you unfamiliar with said song, a minor hit circa 1977, it was a staple of Jewish summer camps in the mid-eighties. And it mentions not only WBAI radio in New York, but also "Channel 2...signing off the air." Which it doesn't, at least not any longer, as I pointed out to Mr. Friedman when he played a packed house at Camp Seneca Lake in July 1985. Of course, these days, the only New York-area TV station that signs off nightly is channel 50, and that doesn't scan at all. What was I talking about again?

Q: Ariel, whom you named after the Shakespeare character, right? (David Oliver, Towcester, England, on the New York Radio Message Board)

A: Um, yeah! We're literary here! In fact, Lisa has to admit that she has neither read nor seen The Tempest, but I'll acknowledge that a nice Shakespearean reference like that was at least somewhere in the back of my mind, filed neatly next to the list of ABC affiliates in Alabama. (WAAY in Huntsville, WCFT/WJSU in Birmingham, W... OK, I'll stop.)

Q: What about Joy? (not actually submitted, but it needed answering anyway)

A: It's for her late great-grandmother, Frieda Erman. No, really. "Frieda" means "Joy" in Yiddish.

Q: So the Hebrew name will be? (submitted by Rabbi Rob Morais, about a week ago)

A: Revealed at her naming ceremony, which will take place during services this very Saturday (9/20) at 10:30 AM at Temple B'rith Kodesh.

Q: What did she wear home from the hospital? (also not actually submitted, but it needed answering)

A: A lovely yellow-and-white knitted outfit that was purchased by my grandmother in 1966 for the birth of her first grandchild, my cousin Mark. Since then, it's been worn home from the hospital by ten babies, of which I was the third and Ari is the tenth. Pretty cool, huh?

Q: I always thought, maybe incorrectly, that General Electric's WGFM (now WRVE) was the first FM station? (submitted by Joe Condon, Albany)

A: Whoops - excellent question, but not intended for our first installment of "Ask Ari (or her daddy)" But since you're all so curious now, WGFM's predecessor, W2XOY, began experimental broadcasts from the GE plant in Schenectady in 1937 and regular broadcasts in October 1940. Early, yes, but not as early as Major Edwin Howard Armstrong's own W2XMN at Alpine, N.J. or its predecessor operation at the Empire State Building. Hey, don't say you didn't learn at least one useless fact while admiring the baby pictures... (And wouldn't "Edwina Howard" have made an excellent name for a baby?)

Q: Back to the baby for a moment. Didn't you use the word "nipple" an awful lot in Tuesday's update? (submitted by Aunt Wendy, Fort Wayne)

A: I count three mentions. And you've got to understand my position here: I'm still the lone male in a household that now includes Lisa (female), Ari (female), Freckles (spayed female) and, for the next week, Grammy Fran (female). You've got to cut me a break every once in a while, and not just on the price of imprinted pens (for which there is no finer source in the known world than Stein Advertising of Fort Wayne, where Aunt Wendy or Grandpa John are standing by to take your order at 1-800-ORRDERS.) Oh, and I have no sense of propriety. That, too.

Q: Freckles - how did she handle the arrival of the baby? (submitted by Clarke Ingram, Pittsburgh PA)

A: Well, how would you feel if you'd spent the last three years as the queen of the house, only to realize that you're still just the dog? Actually, Freckles (known to some readers of this page as "Freckles the NERW Wonder Dog") did pretty well. She was shaking with excitement when we first brought Ari inside, trying to give her a comprehensive sniff-and-lick treatment. Now that she's had a chance to do at least some sniffing of the new addition, she's settling down, and as I type this she's stretched out on the new doggy bed in Ari's room watching Ariel get her feeding from mom's...

Q: You were going to say "nipple," weren't you? (to be submitted tomorrow morning by Aunt Wendy, Fort Wayne)

A: You have a dirty mind, sister-in-law. But you do sell some very reasonably priced and high quality imprinted specialty items.

Q: So when can I come over and see the baby? (submitted by, among others, Laura Frutiger of next door)

A: In your case, Laura, you can stop by after school tomorrow...but only if you're free to babysit in a few months! (And thanks to the Frutigers for the pie...and to James for looking after Freckles while Lisa was in the hospital.)

Q: Uh...PICTURES? (submitted by all of you)

A: OK. Still haven't scanned the film ones, but here are a few quickie digital images of Ari's first day at home:

"Ari Has Two Grandmothers" - and neither one can get enough of her... (Apologies to the Omaha Central High Class of '61 - I did get it right - for blocking most of Grammy Fran in this picture. We'll try again tomorrow when Nanny Carol makes her daily visit.)

Grandpa Dan makes funny faces at Freckles while refusing to let anyone else hold Ari.

Little baby. Big crib.

Being held by Grandpa Dan.

"Day Two: Still tired from the move..." (apologies to Steven Wright!)

Yeah, it's almost 3 AM and I need to be back at the hospital at 9 to take mom and baby home - but Ari's had a busy second day and wanted me to share it with all her out-of-town fans and admirers (nearly 44,000 hits on fybush.com Monday and more than 36,000 Tuesday, which is a little ahead of the usual pace for both days!) Big milestones today: lots of successful feeding (and attempted feeding on things that aren't nipples), another visit from Nanny and Grandpa, and the arrival of Grammy Fran from Fort Wayne. Oh, and a dad so frazzled that he tried to pay his mortgage at the wrong bank's drive-up window. (And evidence that Ari already has a sense of humor: daddy's first attempt at a diaper change found a dry baby - but no sooner did I turn away to get a fresh diaper than naked baby let loose all over her crib. Real funny, kid...and you expect me to pay your college tuition in a few years?

But you want PICTURES, don't you...and so we oblige with some more digital ones. There are some even better ones on film, but unless you were walking by the photo shop as I was leaving today (like Rochester police chief Robert Duffy, who was thus obliged to ooh and aah over several of them), you'll have to wait for some more awake time with the scanner before they can be posted. Sometime Wednesday, perhaps?

And a special note to all of you who've e-mailed with words of congratulations: Ari, Lisa and I thank you and send our love to all! We'll get working on personal replies once everyone's home from the hospital and I can get Ari propped up in the space I still need to clear out next to the keyboard...but in the meantime, please know that we're so grateful for all the love and good wishes coming our way :-)

The picture Grammy Fran couldn't wait for all her friends

and relatives to see on the website - taken just minutes

after her arrival from the airport. A special hello to

all those Ermans, as well as to the Omaha Central High

class of '61 (did I get that right?) and the public

information office at Indiana Institute of Technology!

A sort of four-generation picture...Lisa's on the phone

to great-grandma ("G.G.") in Fort Wayne while Ari waits

for a feeding.

Number of page visitors who asked why there were

no pictures of Dad here: zero

Dad's reaction to holding his baby: priceless

"Hey, this isn't Mom's nipple! Whaddya think, I was

born yesterday? Oh wait...I was born yesterday!"

See...she has eyes.

"There's still not a nipple in my mouth!"

Great-Aunt Jeani and Aunt Julie left some decorations

on the car Monday afternoon...this balloon and a note

in the duston the trunk: "I just had a baby girl!"

"Hey dad...you could put an antenna up there! I hear

there's great trop on the way..."

Day One images

 Baby's first picture...and mmmm, those fingers are yummy!

 5 AM...the proud grandparents arrive to see the baby

 

 
 Mom, baby and, yeah, a newspaper. Gotta start sometime...

 Four generations (if you include the photographer): baby Ari,

great-grandmother Sylvia Berman, grandmother Carol Fybush.

Ari's lucky enough to have two great-grandmothers in addition

to all four grandparents!

 

 

...and it's not even Dad's fault. Grandpa John in Fort Wayne

sent along a great bouquet and a copy of the Times. In a few

minutes, Ari will notice how inaccurate the radio listings are.

 Eyes open and ready to go. She's a very alert young lady!

Bookmark this page to see more pictures of Ari in the days to come!