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22.7.08

forty-two weeks

You like to pull and stand up on the side of the playpen, and hold on with one hand, and with the other hand pull the music box string to make it play Three Blind Mice over and over and over again - it goes for about three or four minutes on one pull, i think - and then you sit back down and go back to whatever else you were doing, usually taking all the toys out of the toybins, or flipping though the big animal picture book, or finding something tiny to put in your mouth. And you couldn't do that before! But you have learned the music box. You can usually sit back down again, but not always - you can if you're hanging on to the futon or the couch or the bed or the playpen or the crib or the Poang chair, but not if you're hanging on to the silverware drawer in the kitchen, which might just be because it was only for the first time today that you pulled up by the three drawers in the kitchen and you weren't quite sure of yourself yet, in there. You are getting better at browsing along furniture, too, meandering your feet in a way that nobody could call one in front of the other but it gets the job done eventually.

Pear today, peeled and sliced. Kiwi. Peach. I got some blueberries but then wasn't sure that they weren't a choking hazard, being so round and perfect, and with the blueberry skins that, well, you're still not doing so well with skins, hence the peeled pear, so a post-peeling blueberry is small and greenish and looks funny and you weren't interested. But you've had baby-food blueberry puree, historically, i think.

We went to the big playground in Stadtpark and went on the swings and the slide and there was one of those little very basic merry-go-rounds and you weren't too impressed with the slide, possibly because i didn't let go of you. You like the swings, especially when there is a much larger person swinging next to you, someone who can swing on their own, three or four or five or six years old, and you look at them and look at me and grin because you are so grown up. But the merry-go-round! We haven't got one of those in the park near us so this was your first time and you sat on it and i spun you, just barely slowly, and you were so very happy with it, watching the world go around. And then another baby came over and was sat down facing you and we spun you both - he was from some oncely-French-speaking (?) part of Africa (?) so his mother and I had no words in common at all, but you two could go babababa dadadada at each other and it was very cute. And we spun you and spun you and spun you, and then when we finally got off a group of much larger kids got on and threw themselves around all quickly, like much larger kids do, of course. And you didn't want to go back in the stroller - you've started doing this thing where you arch your back and are impossible to buckle in - but then you fell asleep almost immediately.

Which was good, because you've been napping not so well this week, the tagesmutter thinks you're teething some more, and there have been days where you only took one nap. And those days you have gone to bed extraordinarily early, and been grouchy. And the grouchiness is what tips me over to thinking that no, you're not transitioning to one nap, you're not ready, not the fact that all the books also say that you're too young to be a one nap kind of girl yet. Last night you'd had so little nap that you passed straight on out in your clothes an hour before bedtime and we let you sleep on through, and so sleep on through you did, until six this morning, as usual. Um, so, tonight we put your pajamas on earlier, and even though you'd had two forty-five minute naps today, which is a little short but pretty standard, you still were asleep more than half an hour early.

For me and Daddy, that's kind of nice, but kind of lonely.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 18:31