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2.5.08

seven months

This morning i put you in a pair of light brown Old Navy overalls that clearly stated they are "size 12-18 months." They are not too big. Neither is the don't tickle me shirt that still fit me when i was two. Your shoes this morning were twelve monthers. The striped onesie and the Fair Isle sweater were nine and a particularly roomy six months, respectively. Maybe your legs are just long? You've got a checkup in a week at the pediatrician and they'll weigh you and measure you (though really, if i wanted to know, i could measure you as easily here) and the size seventy-four/nine month things, they are not remotely too big any more. The sixty-twos are notably small and have been retired for donation.

Remember: send the monkey pajamas to L, send the Deutsch onesie to A. And C wants a wooden paci holder (and i should ask about the Ergo newborn bit). Just as soon as the seventy-fours are too small (that onesie hasn't got much life left in it as far as we are concerned, you and i).

The sleeping is going well. Sometimes you skip the third nap, and then it is grouchy time until you go to bed a little on the early side, but on the whole, going well. You can fall asleep being just cuddled, post-feed, instead of having to fall asleep while nursing. This doesn't sound like a big step, but it ... um ... is. So there. Haven't cracked the Ferber book yet (though i'm sure at some point somebody in the moms' group is going to want to borrow it, or borrow the Pantley, or whatever. Baby reference library: not a bad thing). Your morning nap is pretty well sorted out, as well; i almost don't have to fight you for it. The afternoon nap is a little harder. And it's the evening one that if you can tough it out, you always try to avoid it. Those are not easy days, yet.

At moms' group today you watched the other babies crawling - a couple of them can, but you're not the only one not rolling back-to-front, yet, either - anyway, you watched, and i think you are a genius but i think you will crawl soon. If you have bare feet or if you have shoes on (socks = too slippery) then you can inch yourself forward, pulling with wet palms on the wooden floor, and pushing with your toes. You can't inch anywhere on the little play carpet. That big bobbly tummy has too much inertia. But if i put you down for twenty minutes or so you can move a good thirty or forty centimetres. We might have to move the dog's water bowl. Is it kosher to say you're inching yourself along by centimetres? Somehow it doesn't seem right. But there you go.

Working, still, on the food thing. On days when you take three naps you can sit in the high chair - oh, because we got you a high chair - and you can eat dinner with us, you with something baby-licious, and watching us eat ours spicy as well. If we are eating something that can be made baby-friendly then i always have grandiose plans to leave you a few noodles, or something, and you got the broccoly, but then you haven't been taking that third nap reliably and so you go to bed just barely before we eat dinner, and then you only have eaten whatever else you've had in the day, prune jam or unsweetened yogurt or bits of half-stale Kaiser roll. Yesterday we went out for dinner and you had some of Daddy's roast beef. (Um, didn't like it. Judging by all the spew. I don't think you like things with fibers.) Always you and the bread. There are some rice cakes with your name on them in the pantry for as soon as i remember them. Also a big lovely box of Cheerios for as soon as you develop the pincer grip. We have learned that the dog does not want to eat mushed-up bananas, though. Baby led weaning link for convenience. Because you're getting Real Food for Big People, and also real food from a (organic, friendly, salt-and-sugar-and-nitrates-free) baby jar. Because, hey, we eat things that are fresh (tonight: red pepper and carefully selected ocean-friendly MSC-certified fish (it is important to me that it be MSC-certified, because i like fish and want to continue eating it for my whole life, and so we are trying to keep the oceans healthy for you, which means finding something other than nasty farmed dirty shrimp to eat the cocktail sauce that R left in the fridge with and we'll see how well it goes with breaded cauliflower but i bet it will be better than it sounds - i think i am accidentally, now that i have the option of being, i'm on some sort of non-ocean-friendly fish boycott, and i like that i have the option of being that but at some point momma is going to need some more deep rare slidey tuna and i need to not think about it any more, in an effort to stave off that day) and asparagus) and things that are jarred (tonight: coconut milk and chili noodles) and, well, i don't know that there's an argument for giving you exclusively one or the other. And if there was i think i'd ignore it, at this point, because it's 10:25 and that's bedtime for momma.

(Daddy's been asleep for an hour already.)

Labels: baby, mamadom, milestones

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