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27.5.08

thirty-four weeks

The pointing. You have discovered that your hands are made, each of them, of five, separate, distinct fingers. That you can touch things with just one finger. We play a game where we hold up a finger and you zoom in and touch it with yours (index finger, always, but either hand) and we say zzzap and you giggle. This is also a fun game for three people: then one person can take pictures. It's ... much more fun than it sounds, i promise. You like pointing at things: buttons, polkadots, that round mole on my shoulder. Knots on wood. Puppy-dog toes. Jewelry.

And with the crawling, every day you are faster and faster, and you have been starting to try and escape the living room where we mostly hang out. And where your toys are mostly. We have another game, in which momma sets up a stack of stacky cups on one edge of the room and puts you on the other edge, and you go over and knock it down. Also more fun than it sounds. But if you escaped the living room i think you would tip over the laundry rack, and i'm not sure there's really a way to baby proof it short of keeping the living room door shut. But keeping the living room door open is absolutely necessary in summer, seeing as how in particular if you get too hot then you scream, and if M gets too hot then he is grouchy, and, well, so am i, so please don't tip over the laundry rack. You tipped over a chair the other day and wailed and wailed. Right now you are under the table attempting to tip over more chairs: but we're smart, they're trapped between the table and the wall. You are foiled! This time. So instead you are banging the chair back and forth like a prisoner waiting for her dinner - but i know you had your breakfast Cheerios.

Still crawling with only your arms, but on softer surfaces (futon, bed) you get up on all fours and bounce back and forth. Also you are easily able to support yourself with just one arm, and reach for stuff, et c., and balance, so we have faith.

The sleeping is going better. Last night M put you down and you - this is day 6 - fussed for ninety seconds, and fell asleep. Ninety seconds. Day 5 was about eight minutes. We are textbook, we are. However we're wondering if we don't want to switch rooms with you, put you in our room, and put us in the kabinett by the toilet. Because right now we can't go to the bathroom at night, really. Which is not that big of a problem - and, also, when we do, you always fall back asleep within a minute - i count - but i think M feels bad for waking you up. And you're next to the outside hallway, there, so you get noise from the hallway as well. However if you were in our room you'd get noise from the street, especially as in summer it's, again, absolutely mandatory to have the window open, and if the people across the way do the same thing this summer as they did last summer then it is going to be very noisy, with very shitty music, all night, every night, with very shitty music, all night, every night, all night, very noisy, and i don't think i'm convinced that would be better as far as you not waking up, when every five minutes they are yelling and screaming and one of them had a really loud laugh. Really loud. Really. Maybe in the fall? I don't know, honey. And it might be a big disruption to get a new room anyway. (Plus i don't know where all our furniture would go; but that is a very small problem. Less small: M swore he would never take apart the bed, it was such a pain to get together. But ... well, whatever.) Sleep: improving. Long and short of it.

Still two teeth. Can't yet bring yourself to a sitting position without assistance. Very much enjoys heidelbeeren, rice cakes, sometimes together. Possibly going swimming outside later today. Cradle cap slowly disappearing but only because your hair is coming in over it. Likes feeding the puppy (because when you feed the puppy, she comes over and pays attention to you). Apparently puppy also likes rice cakes. Puppy very interested whenever we feed you. Knew this would happen. Hee.

Labels: baby, milestones, sleep

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