Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I would give her her own pot, her own spoon, and since she's pretty smart, something in the pot. It worked like a charm. She was happy, and stirred, and stirred, and stirred.
Except, I chose to put dry lentils in the pot. And apparently those are good.
An additional bonus: later after the floor was coated with lentils, so were her feet. That could be uncomfortable unless you walk on your toes. Ta-da! New skill acquired.
note: the scream and crying tend to be a making-dinner-thing. In most instances she yells a little, then moves on with her life.
Friday, March 27, 2009
All in all, she's a healthy kid. Her head circumference jumped from the 55th to the 90th percentile. (Her height and weight continue of their appropriate curves though.) But the dr was pretty sure that was measurement error. Having watched the measurement process, I could guarantee it was measurement error. Kiddo was mad to be there, and was letting the nurse know. The doctor was also surprised and mildly concerned that she has no words (none, we repeated, not mama, not dada, not bottle, nothing). Perhaps he would have been less concerned had I told him other members of her family take their time too. He was not as impressed as I thought he should be with her myriad of animal noises and motions.
So that night at dinner I decided to do a little talking practice. "Say mama." I instructed. She looked at me, but no words. "Can you say dada?" She looked at me with her thinking look, then with great concentration said "Dah. Dah." No, it's not her first word. But she says "Dah!" all the time to indicate things, and she showed me she can say it twice. She's so smart.
This gem is from a Sunday morning, where we hadn't got her dress on, but she asked to wear her boots. She's great.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Kiddo and I made a quick jaunt to the store today. First, I approached a sweet parking space just as someone else did. I stopped too early so that he could take it, then he motioned me in. Thank you kind sir. I hope when he saw my little one he felt better about his good decision.
Once we got inside the store, I asked my daughter if she wanted to walk. Since our communication is pretty sophisticated these days (considering one of us doesn't talk), she immediately leaned forward so I would know to put her down. We had taken all of two steps when she reached up so she could hold my hand. Is there any more perfect moment? I think not.
She let go five or six steps later when she realized there was freedom to be had. She loves walking in big spaces like stores. Later she made a break for someone else's cart (our list was not big enough to merit a cart), and kept trying to push it, so our trip was then over, because she was pretty upset. (The donut hole seemed to aleviate the pain though.) After paying, the check-out lady handed me a pen to sign my credit card receipt. Kiddo wanted to help write (and was tired, so her tolerance was small). I couldn't sign it with her reaching for the pen, so I set her down, and instructed her: Cry really loud so everyone will know you're at the store. Recall, our communication is finely honed; she did just as I asked.
Now we're home, and she's asleep, and I'm still happy she wanted to hold my hand.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My cute daughter has loved being with the grandparents. Grandpa tickles her belly, and she laughs her sweet laugh. Sometimes if he holds his hand next to her belly, she moves it the rest of the way so they can have tickle fun. Grammy reads and reads to her, and takes her on multiple walks to the mailbox everyday. My daughter could wish for little more.
I have missed her (and my parents) while I worked long hours each day, so it will be nice to be around more, but I have not missed having to make dinner, do the dishes, and take care of the house. Come back soon.
Luckily, my husband's mom comes soon. With all this help, I just may finish my dissertation yet.
Monday, March 16, 2009
But I expect to make great progress on my dissertation, and Kiddo is already thrilled to have another member of her entourage. Grammys are good like that. I've been anxiously waiting for her, and am so grateful for her help. (And with any luck, grandpa shows up before the end of the week!)
In Sunday School during her walk up and down the aisle (yeah, my kid is the one walking around, but she's at least being quiet), she would pause at each row to wave at the person there. They would smile and wave back, then she'd move on to the next one. "Hi!" she waves.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tonight it was particularly strong. She danced to the music on the card, then found that there was still dancing to be done, so would stop in the middle of doing something else to bounce a little, wave her arms, and do it some more. Sure, she would groove to her books (that mostly come in sing-song variety) but mostly it was just to the music inside her. She hears it.
I never wanted toys that make noise. Now I find myself searching after the ones that play music, because there is nothing that pleases my daughter more than a good dance.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The unintended consequence (and there always is one) is that she drops things off her tray when she is done with them. If she is ready for toast, she will drop her eggs off the side. If she doesn't like the chicken, it's over the side. Anything that doesn't make the cut is gone. It's hard to stop her, because by the time you figure out it isn't going to her mouth, her hand is over the edge and there it goes. This is funny when you're watching someone try to feed her, and infuriating when it's you.
So for the last few weeks I have been diving and catching and (gently) scolding that we don't drop food on the floor, we either leave it on our tray (fat chance!) or "Give it to Mama." So now she gives it to me: the unwanted crust, the misshapen bean, the undesirable meat, the tasted, but not eaten, lump of whatever. She holds it all out and insists that I take it. The meal cannot continue until it is in my hands.
And I say a hearty thank you, and praise her for giving it to me, and mostly mean it. Half-eaten noodle anyone?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Some random thoughts that I don't have time to make more interesting:
- Kiddo has four new teeth on top; it makes for a lovely kiss/bite when she's feeling friendly.
- She's started to develop a bit of stranger anxiety, which means she has been known to wail when my husband or I (but particularly me) leave the premise. Waving bye-bye helps sometimes.
- I've just taught her a new sign "eat," which helps us near dinner time when she's melting down and I can't figure out why she can't just let me get dinner ready, until I remember she's starving, so I get her in her chair, throw some food in front of her, and we're happy again. This is added to "more" and "done" which may just be about all we learn.
- And she's decided that since daylight savings came, she needs less sleep. This does not mean she goes to bed later (since the sun is still up). No, she still goes down between 6 and 6:30 pm, but wakes up about 6:30 am. She used to wake with the sun, now she wakes in the pitch black. Clearly she has a powerful internal clock.
- Continuing on that theme, I think she's trying to transition to one nap. It's tough on us both.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Kiddo seems to have picked up the habit remarkably early.
(Unfortunately the camera, and the photographer, were not fast enough to get the shot when the magazine is actually open.)
In truth she carried that catalog around all day. And the day after she carried her Friend magazine. She likes magazines. I think she never wants to be without reading material, and they weigh less than books. I can sympathize.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Turns out she has the flu. I think I've changed her clothes more times this week (and run more loads of laundry) than I do in a typical month. She has made multiple disgusting messes, and is generally tired and clingy. We've watched a fair amount of TV.
But her spirits are improving, she's happy for a few hours each day (an improvement over Monday and Tuesday when I couldn't put her down), and I think we're almost done with this. Hopefully.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
- hiss like a snake (or in fact, a salamander, which may not hiss, but hey, it's snake like)
- make snapping motions with her hands for an alligator/crocodile
- roar like a lion/tiger (although this one is less in vogue right now)
- trumpet like an elephant (with accompanying trunk motions)
- make mouthies like a fish
- flap her arms like a penguin
- meow for a cat (my favorite, it's such a sweet little noise she makes)
- make the "go out to play" motions for a duck. Because, "Five little ducks go out to play..."
- but the "mama duck goes quack, quack, quack" and for this she opens and shuts her hand
In addition, she loves songs, especially those that allow her to participate. Which means that if her toy can make music, she can get it to play for her. She can do the motions to "Five little ducks go out to play...", the chicken dance, and the "wheels on the bus." She also bows, keeps time to "barnyard dance," and does the "pookie shimmy." Come visit, and you can dance with her. I really should be doing a better job of teaching her sign language. It seems she might excel at it.
In fact, yesterday we turned off a kid's video she was watching, and she started frantically signing "more." Since this is the first time (since she was first taught the sign) she has used it out of a food context, we put it back on for a while. I find her amazing.
She selects the books she wants to read from the shelf. She can pick out some from their spine. Others she has to pull out. She'll stare at the cover, consider it for a moment, then either drop it on the floor (not now) or bring it to us to read to her.
And, she knows where her feet are. (Thank you Dr. Seuss.)
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
This meant a few things. One, we took turns taking care of Kiddo while the other went inside, for approximately 2 1/2 hour blocks at a time. Two, Kiddo spent a lot of time in the visitor's center, where one can learn about our beliefs and most importantly, Christ. She loved the movies, the space, the picture of the Lion and the Lamb, and walking up to other (bigger) children and taking things out of their hands.
It was a long day for all of us, but it was rewarding for the time spent in the temple, and the opportunity to remind ourselves that being there is worth the sacrifice of 8 hours in the car, and hours walking behind Kiddo as she enjoys the liberty of exploring.