scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

13.5.08

thirty-two weeks

and you are:

8.2kg and 69cm
18lb and 27"
bang-on 75th percentile across the board
"perfect" says the kinderarzt

You are learning to crawl faster every day, if by crawl i mean army-belly-scooch, at least, in which you use the palms of your hands to pull yourself along the floor by sheer force of will, dragging your tummy and your knees, and picking up all the dog hair that the broom and the vaccuum cleaner won't. So the dog is the thing you can crawl towards most quickly, followed by the remote control. Dog toys are also popular.

It is very sad that when we came back from the States, it became quite clear that you were no longer sleeping through the night by any remote stretch of the phrase. i knew that would happen, but it still sucks for me. And i have been drinking more coffee, as a response to your not sleeping, because momma gets tired. Tired. Often. The night before last (which, to be fair, you may or may not have been teething, and you may or may not have had an upset tummy) you woke up at least a dozen times, and i know because i counted the first six and the sixth was at one-thirty in the morning, and you woke up quite a few more times after that but i was too sleepy to count any higher. Momma needs more coffee, days like that. Coffee and under-eye cream.

The crawling is cute, though.

We went to the zoo for Mother's Day and while you kinda liked the flamingoes, the big hit was the aquarium tunnel, with catfish and little sharks swimming above your head. And the place we had lunch, too, with the painted ceiling. But you liked the fish. Tigers, meh. Elephants, you could care less. And you slept through the baby polar bears, and the little gray koala i don't think you noticed at all, but you did like the giant pandas even if the baby panda (who is, by the way, already pretty big himself) was too far away to be interesting. Giraffes and hippos and rhinoceri and bison, also too far away and too drably colored to be interesting - that was the nice thing about the flamingoes, they were very close up and very (very!) brightly colored. Um, i maybe also liked the flamingoes. But aquariums kind of just make me hungry. (Completely unrelated note: wild salmon, now also available with Marine Stewardship Council ocean-friendly certification! Fucking woot, we've been eating nothing but "polar dorsch," and i have no clue what that translates to in any sort of familiar way.)

Your clothes are getting too small. Again. When you nurse, your feet hang way off the edge of the IKEA POANG chair, and you kick and push off the arm, and that wakes you back up sometimes. Comfy chair, though, even if you have thrown up on it three times in a week ... i wonder if they make wipe-downable cushions. I wonder if they'd be sticky in summer if they did. Meh.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 11:12