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23.9.08

fifty-one weeks

You are now officially Too Big for nine month things, and most size seventy-four-centimeter things which is the system here, and also Too Big for a lot of twelve month things, and some of the size eighty-centimeter things, and so when i was at the resale shop there was a little jacket with fur around the hood (fake) and it looked like it was big enough but said it was size 9m, but it was €5 so i got it anyway and it must be the largest size 9m thing ever to be made because we have to roll up the sleeves. Wore it to Red Bull Flugtag (which was awesome, though we could have done without the rain) and you looked so snug. Also got one of those fleecey blankets and have cut holes in it to sit in the stroller and wrap you up in with the seatbelt. I love that fleece doesn't ravel. Having to buy a sewing machine would be a pain.

Things that are not a pain: well, we got you some Duplos, but you won't know which day your birthday is anyway, so we've opened them and been playing with them. Because you were playing with L's Duplos in Miskolc and couldn't get enough. So we build a thing and you take it apart but - but! - if we put them in your hands just the right way, then you can put two together. Just two. And then you take them apart again. But you get it.

I went to the stationary store today in an attempt to get you crayons - who would think, they don't have normal crayons? How can a country without crayons exist? - but there were no Crayolas. There were weird Austrian extra-waxy things that might translate to crayons, or they smelled kind of almost but not exactly like crayons, i don't know, maybe they're better, maybe they're adequate, i guess we'll see, and i don't know if you'll like crayons because eighteen months and up is splattered all across the Crayola website, but somehow we will puzzle through. Can store them if you don't like them yet, anyway.

You aren't walking regularly by any means: you are very cautious, and almost never let go. And when you do let go you really almost never take a step. But this is how you are: you do a thing, and then forget about it for a week or two weeks or a month, and then you're doing it like it's nothing. But every time you take a step, you are taking it towards the dog.

Dog is doing well with you. She lets you hug her and pet her (except when you pet her, sometimes you remember to be gentle, and sometimes you get too excited and kinda swatty) and she gives you doggy kisses even when you don't have food on you. When she gets fed up with being poked in the eye we are trying to teach her to go and lie down on the bed, but if we decide to switch rooms with you and put the bed up (which i am trying to talk M into) then we'll have to have another strat. She is very cautious when you are eating, always there, just in case, but she has learned very, very thoroughly to not take food from you directly (ahem.)

So you have learned, in response, that you have to throw food on the floor for the dog to get it, and we usually decide, when you start throwing stuff on the floor, it means you're not hungry any more, right? if you're not interested in eating? Because there will be no Clean Plate Club membership. i can say that much. You do this thing, in particular, when you're definitely full, that you'll take something we put in your mouth (either puree or bits) and take it out with one hand (this really doesn't work well with the puree, let me tell you) and then you throw it on the floor. Clear signal, that. Because we praise you for putting food in your mouth, i guess. You are getting much better with the spoon-goes-in-the-bowl when it's something you want, which is mostly applesauce. We go through many large jars of applesauce: if we were still buying babyfood applesauce, we might not be able to afford it all. Grownup applesauce i think has added citric acid, or something; but whatever is in it it doesn't stain, so you can do it yourself, mostly. With a minimal amount of guidance. Eating all sorts of other things: last night for dinner we had some beef and tomato sauce babyfood stuff, lumpy but from a jar, and some big broccoly stalks and some long, thin pieces of cheese. And you ate the broccoly and the cheese but didn't want anything to do with the puree: because there was tomato in it, i wouldn't let you fling the spoon.

We do have to remember to keep your Cheerios out of dog reach. They are an unnecessarily expensive snack for her.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 10:24