Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
That's the sound my daughter's belly makes right after she's had her bottle when she starts to play. It cracks me up.
Yesterday I popped into the kitchen, and could hear her scooting my direction, and expected her little head to pop around the corner any moment. And then everything was silent. People who know children know that silence is not golden, that's only when children are asleep, when they're awake, it's a danger sign. So I started to call her name, to distract her from whatever was holding up her progress. I called it two or three times with no response, and then, just before going to check on her I called out "ehh!" which is her favorite sound. She piped back "ehh!" started moving, and soon came around the corner.
So she doesn't know her name just yet, but she does know sounds that mean we're talking to her.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I was helping her have a drink as we approached the end of breakfast. Although I was holding the cup near her, I decided to wait a few more chews before offering it to her. She made a distinct squawk that meant "drink now." I was so happy to understand what she wanted I was more that willing to oblige. She drank gratefully. What an incredible moment.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
But, today she figured out how to pull herself up, not to standing, but just enough so she can reach into her toy bin and pull out whatever she wants. This allows her to play with what she wants, not what I give her. Let's hear it for increased independence.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Yesterday I put her in the computer chair, and I carefully spun her around (which she LOVED). She looked so cute, and I took her picture, remembering that I had taken her picture there a few months earlier (early april to be exact). So I decided to compare the pictures.
In the earlier picture, she could not sit up on her own, and it was quite amazing that we could get this picture at all. (We took another picture of her at the same time in a bebepod, and she had a distinct tilt.) Now, she sits by herself, can rotate while sitting, and dance, and even can get herself to the seated position. She is so much bigger! And one more change, she smiles like crazy. Especially any time she sees the camera. And, on Sunday one of my friend's mentioned that she doesn't look like an infant any more, and looking at these two pictures, I can see what she meant.
ps- my husband mopped the floor, thank you!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Which, incidently, is why my mom started really cleaning her floors. Her little kids would have dirty knees from crawling around on them, and that just didn't seem right. I agree, and now floor washing is moving higher on my priority list.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
We are currently being visited by a number of wasps/yellow jackets, some form of stinging insect. Their hive is being built in the eaves of our home, and some have found a way in. Usually to the tune of five or six a day. We have not been stung by any of them, but it's still disconcerting. So, we bought a trap for them, and needed to hang it by their hive. Although my husband is tall, he was not tall enough. So his brother helped him get the extra height:
We, of course, couldn't let this happen without some photo documentation.
My one regret is the ending. My husband was more or less dumped on the ground (not his brother's fault, my husband just really doesn't remember how to get down from this position, considering he's not often on someone else's shoulders) and was spread eagle. My wifely instincts jumped in, and I was too busy checking to make sure he was okay to get a picture. I have one in my head though, so that's a consolation.
I took a picture of the two of us. It amazes me how little she looks next to me. After holding her, and feeding her, and carrying her, and chasing her all day long, it seems that she must be at least my size, perhaps bigger. She certainly takes up more space that her physical appearance indicates.
My life has been turned upside down by this incredibly happy, friendly, and good little girl. She is growing up remarkably fast. Although, in all honesty, I looked at the new babies in church today remembering fondly the times when she would sleep anywhere (as opposed to currently, where she'll really only sleep in her bed). I also looked at the older baby narrating her life: "dump it out" as the contents of the bag got dumped all over the floor, and was excited to her Kiddo's voice and start to learn her thoughts. I guess that's what happens at each stage. You remember fondly where they were, look forward to where they'll be, and still try to enjoy each moment as it comes. Because it's really fun right now.
Happy 9 months Kiddo!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
In the afternoons, we would all take a swim. Not only did Kiddo love the water, she also looked dang cute in her suit.
We also got to go out to eat a few times. She has gotten very proficient at sitting in her baby seat, and eating socially.
Then, in a great surprise, a family in our ward was flying home on the same second flight as us. So, someone else could entertain her for a few minutes while I got to go to the restroom without a stroller, and without the heavy diaper bag.
I actually got a few pages written during my "vacation" and have continued to keep up the work now that we're home, but not at quite the same speed, because I have to take care of the kid, and make dinner, around here. But it's great to be back in my house, with my husband.
Monday, September 8, 2008
This is a picture that my friend Wendolyn took of that moment (except this is the pre-nap moment, which is also good).
And this was going to be my post today. A golden picture of the finer moments of motherhood - until I put her to bed.
Tonight during our still moment, just before I lay her down for bed, she threw up all over me. This was not a petite spit-up, that has happened once or twice in her life. This was not a big spit-up, that leaves a mark on my clothes. This was a dumping of all that was in her stomach - which was a full eight ounces of formula, and various other things. It was all over her, all down my side, and all over my feet.
For some reason I expected to not be grossed out. This is my child, I carried her, I birthed her, I would do anything for her. But I was grossed out by all that was covering her, me and the floor. And I was inexplicably disappointed in myself for feeling that way.
My saint of a husband saw my dispair, and cleaned us all up for me. He is so very good. And my daughter is fine. She did not act sick before or after. She just clearly shouldn't have had that bottle right then.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
So we set out to look for a new tub. First we tried the big tub. Here we are. The macho flowery swim trunks are not there so we can take the picture, the swim trunks are there because she is very grabby and try as we might we cannot trim her nails to be dull. My wife and I had a small argument about who should get in the tub based on how badly she could hurt each of us. I lost, so I got in but I put my trunks on first. This does give Eleanor enough room to kick around in, but it was just a little too big, and she is very slippery in the tub.
Try number two was Grammy's sink. This actually worked pretty well. She had a towel beneath to keep her from slipping (and the water from running out). It wasn't so big, and best yet it was at a good working height for scrubbing her. The downside - and the reason we haven't adopted this strategy at home is that it requires that the dishes be done and the sink cleaned and the plug to hold water for a reasonable length of time. Sadly, it is just too much work.
Try number three is a baby bath we inherited from our neighbors down the street. It required a lot of scrubbing to get it in working condition. The silly person who designed the tub thought it would be a great idea to have a collapsible tub for - I don't know - storage maybe. It now leaks water so it has to be placed inside a normal bath which makes it a little awkward to work with. However, since Kiddo is the only thing we wash in it, it is easier to keep clean. (I used the cup to wash out her hair. It also served as an impromptu bath toy until she managed to ladel a full cup of soapy water up to her mouth, abruptly ending bath time.)
So which is the new bath of choice? Big tub, dirty sink or leaky tub. The jury is still out really -- so far none is "just right". Probably it will be whatever seems most convenient at the moment. Whichever one we choose though it is guaranteed that she will kick kick kick the water about in her usual happy way.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Just in the last day, she's started to use her legs in a more traditional way, to push up on all fours, and threaten me with actual crawling (the threats are in the form of a sweet smile that seems to say "look what I can do!"). Oh how that will put a cramp in my style. Stay with your baby crawl sweetie - there's no rush.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
After lunch today, she was a little out of sorts. She wasn't hungry. She wasn't tired. She wasn't thirsty. I wasn't sure what to do. So, I figured we'd go for a walk to kill some time. She squealed for joy when I opened the door. She hooted happily as I set up her stroller. I sat her there, and she anxiously tried to sit up straight (as opposed to the reclined position that it sits at normally). I assumed that I could get the seat to sit at a right angle, and pushed it that way while I was tying my shoes. When I let go of the seat (to figure out how to get it to stay that way) the seat reclined, but my daughter did not.
Well, she started to, then she pulled herself up to sitting, using the tray to help. And spent most of the next 30 minutes sitting straight up (who needs seat backs?), holding on to the tray, and telling every one we saw how great it is to be outside.
I knew it was time to come home and nap when she decided that reclining was good enough for her.