Friday, August 22, 2008
We have gone swimming twice, but four or five days of rain really cooled the pool down, so it's not as fun for the adults. And, I figured out that she fits perfectly in the side of the sink, so we're using that for baths and some play time too. All Kiddo wants to do is splash any way.
On Monday we got her picture taken by a friend of the family who is an incredibly talented photographer. It was nap time, but my little trooper laughed and smiled through the whole event. My friend told me she was the happiest child she had ever worked with.
Now that my husband is back home, I'm really trying to use my mom as care giver for my baby while I really work on my dissertation. This plan is not working out as well in practice because she seems to be aware that we are not hanging out as much as usual, and gets whiny and clingy in the afternoon. But, I'm still getting an hour or two more of work done each day, so that's something. Eventually this will be done.
Today we shopped at IKEA, and I learned that no matter how old we get, we still need moms. I figured out that if I shuffled, my shoes made clicking noises on the floor that made Kiddo laugh. So I did it over and over again to keep her laughing. Then I noticed that I was looking at my mom, for her approval on my ability to make my child laugh. Apparently we always need our moms. I'm grateful both to have a great mom, and to be a mom too.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Since we were there, we stopped in to Babies 'R Us to find a stroller and a new car seat. (Our choices are rather limited where we live.) We were successful on both counts. Unfortunately, the stroller that had the requisite features (tall enough, recline) came in two color options: brown with pink, and brown with blue. So I weighed what I know, with what I don't:
I know I already have a girl - and she will use this stroller for a while.
I know I am planning to have additional kids in the future.
I don't know whether future children will be boys or girls.
I know that when babies have baby hair, people see them as whatever gender they want (despite clothing choices).
I know I don't care when this happens.
I know I am frustrated by the lack of gender neutral options.
I know I am more comfortable with a girl in blue than a boy in pink.
You can guess which option I chose. And now, it is decided that I will only have girls.
The test of the stroller is tomorrow, when my girl and I fly to visit the grandparents, while husband is on a different flight (long story). She'll have to wear pink.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Yesterday we made two significant changes, bowing to the inevitable. I finally washed my plastic shoes so she could eat them in peace. My husband had compassion on me and moved our area rug over the carpet edge.
Today she has shown no interest in that pair of shoes (the holy grail up until yesterday), but plenty in the other pairs. And she has spent plenty of time hanging out at the edge of the rug, hunting around underneath so she can find the carpet's edge. She is focused and committed on acheiving her goals if nothing else.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
And I would, except that she won't go to sleep that way. In fact, frequently, after a few moments, she lifts her head and starts interacting with the world again (right now it often involves a very enthusiatic pounding of my arms and chest). So I have to put her down in her crib, where she rolls to her side to suck her thumb and falls asleep (sometimes with a token cry of dismay, sometimes not).
It's good that she'll go down like this, it allows me to do my work, it gives us both a needed break, so I'm so very, very grateful that she goes down so easily, but couldn't I hold her just a minute more?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
When I was growing up, the rule was that we had to be a body's distance from the TV. We would often lie on the floor, prop our feet on the bookcase where the TV sat, and watch from there, because it was as close as we could get away with. I was amused to see my daughter already understands this rule:
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
This also means her classification as a featherweight was, as the pediatrician put it, a blip. One of her suggestions was that perhaps she had been sick just before the last appointment. Not sick, I thought, but certainly stressed from the crazy experience that was girls' camp.
And the best part about seeing the doctor? The paper covered table. She kicked up a storm in glee and uncontained joy for such an exciting adventure.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Oh, yes, sometimes it took a while, but we weren't doing the rocking, and that was the beauty of it. As an extra bonus, she seemed to really enjoy when she was up too.
So, the swing was a big hit. And it worked for many months. I often moved it into the kitchen so she could hang out while I cooked and did the dishes. The only downside was that it took up a lot of space in our already cramped home.
But, it served other purposes. As we started introducing her to solids, we were reluctant to add a high chair to the room, so we just fed her in her swing. This was an added bonus to the utility of the swing. It was particularly valuable because my girl is taking her time to master the sitting skill, and the swing supported her, because she seriously wanted to eat "real" food.
[so i've used this picture before. it's super cute. can you blame me?]
But then she got a little older and eats solids more often, and a little more proficient at sitting (key word: little), so her grandma got her a sweet chair to put her in for eating, and all of a sudden, the swing seemed to have outgrown its utility.
Our daughter was still finding uses for it though:
So last weekend my husband asked me if I still put the girl in the swing anymore. I mentioned that it had been a long time, and I was just thinking that maybe we should put it away. He had been thinking the same thing, so that night we packed it up, and reclaimed the space it took up.
It was a good swing.