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19.2.08

twenty weeks

that's a long time! you're an old lady like me now. Especially what with the new ability to sit up (when suppourted by pillows or the back of the couch or, if she's sitting still, Dog no. 1). You can go for several minutes solid.

Your favorite thing is to be sitting on one of us, talking to the other one.

We're thinking about solid foods, and about getting you to fall asleep on your own. Every single person on the face of the planet has a contradictory opinion on when and how to go about these things. i think i want to start either solids or getting you to fall asleep on your own before we hit the US, but i don't know which or how or even, really, why, except that it seems like doing both when we get back would make things hard. Hell of a learning curve you've got, sweetie. You can fuss yourself off to sleep in under five minutes (tonight i was taking a shower, but that's what M said) but there's a massive gray space between fussing for a bit and Ferberization, and also tremendous gap between Ferberization and actual real live child abuse. Um, excuse me while i finish off this bottle of wine (well, we started it yesterday; and you're well off to sleep; and it's yummy. It's Australian - we like shiraz).

I think working two days a week is just about right. It's enough that you get to have tiny adorable friends that you see a bit more than the once-a-weekers in the moms group (especially because nobody is there every week, really, even us), and that Mama gets to behave like an adult sometimes again and have a much more leisurely lunch and cup of coffee and, um, use the facilities, and so on, and when i come and get you at the end of the day it's like coming up for air, but when one likes swimming, too ... well, two days a week is good. The other moms are gradually filtering back in to working as well. There were some who went back as soon as they were cleared by the doctor; there are others that i'm sure will be quite a long time yet. Being in the middle makes me feel very reasonable. It's really really good that i can be part time.

These days you're having lots of floor time, both on your tummy and on your back. I usually put you on a blanket but i think i might get one of those little play rugs with town buildings and streets on them ... the blanket is nice and soft, but you grab it and it gets wrinkley instead of you being able to pull along and have any resistance. We'll see if a play rug is any different.

oh, and, you like having your diapers changed more! than! ever! because not only do your best friends the butterfly stickers live on the changing table, not only are the acoustics in there perfect for tiny soprano arias, but you now have Jedi Ninja Monkey Showtime scooting your little butt all over the place and kicking the diapers on the floor and poking certain parents in the belly with your toes. You had Jedi Ninja Monkey Showtime back in the day in my uterus - you could see the flips even when i had clothes on - and you have just been waiting for this, i know it.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 21:55