Eve 0.8 has started to crawl forwards in the last week. We took a break from the house this weekend and went to the local park late on a sunny day. The swings were fun but once we set her down on the green grass it was all over.
Launch the Weapon!
No Chance for Evasion
I’m Gonna Git Ya!
Break Off to Safe Distance
The “construction zone” also knows as our future house is not baby friendly. Sitters have been required and often Paul and I work shifts of 2 to 4 hours each at the house while the other person is at home with the offspring.
As busy as we are, we have not shared the exciting news that said child has become mobile. She did not find rolling to her liking and skipped instead to scooting and crawling. Her prefered (aka only) direction at this point is backwards. She gets really far this way but at some point, you end up in a corner you can’t get out of. I am sure when she is older and wiser she will find there is a valuable life lesson in this but for now, it just pisses her off when after 30 minutes of circling and crawling she gets herself stuck in a corner. (Feel free to make references to the famous line from the movie Dirty Dancing or truck beeping noises at this point. We do.)
Yesterday while Paul and I were both at the house demoing tile, vinyl flooring, and reconfiguring kitchen cabinets, Eve behaved for the sitter and took an extra long nap in the afternoon. The sitter was concerned about the 3 hours nap she was taking. So she checked on her and she was fine, fast asleep snuggled in the corner of her crib. I arrived home at hour 3.5 of the marathon nap and peeped in myself. Ahh – sleeping baby. A tired mother’s happy dream. But upon closer inspection, there is something in the crib that doesn’t belong there. The OTHER half of the baby monitor which is supposed to be 2 feet away from the crib on the changing table. She can apparently pull herself into a standing position now. There’s a little bump on her lip and a smear of red on the crib edge to show exactly how motivated she was to get the flashing monitor. To bad it stopped flashing when she yanked the cord out of her mouth.
We have now dropped the crib mattress from it’s easily accessible height to create a deep recess from which we hope she can not escape – for now at least.
Eve 0.7′s first experience with baby puffs!
It got pretty hot here last week. 87 degrees may not seem like much to midwesterners (or people who live inland for that matter) but when you don’t have any A/C it can get oppressive. So I picked up a $4 kiddie pool on Saturday and cooled off Eve 0.6 before her afternoon nap.
She was so thankful she wanted to give me a smooch.
It was a nice night so we decided to go out to dinner. Eve 0.6 got a little casual before dessert. At some point we’ll need to teach her to keep her feet off the dinner table.
Here is Eve 0.6 working on her rolling skills. Most of these posted pictures are done from my camera phone so apologies in advance for the quality of the picture and the skill of the photographer but hey, pixels are cheap.
We took her in for her half-year check up this week. Everything is very healthy and moving along as expected. She’s in the 51st or 52nd percentile for height and weight but shows her father’s lineage by having a head in the 86th percentile.
Her easy smile continues to charm strangers, and we’re trying to get her out an about as much as possible to have new experiences and fill her brain. She can balance sitting very well until she extends for something out of reach and faceplants unless we’re quick enough to catch her. She rolls over readily but always a half turn to the left and rarely back.
She’s still not sleeping all the way through the night, but she can go 7 or so hours (bedtime at 8:30, awake at 3:30). She’s been fussy as all get out today so we’re concerned about an upset tummy or maybe the beginning of teething.
All in all she’s a delight and I love playing with her, singing to her, and the quiet times.
This is Eve 0.5*. We went for a walk last night and I think Amy and I are doing a pretty good job of taking care of the little human. Maybe I need to work on my fashion sense unless I accidentally did something avant garde with the green blanket, purple onesie and pink hat. She’s developed the ability to differentiate self-and other, and she can recognize objects which is mainly expressed by wanting whatever Mom or Dad are holding right now (phones, remotes, paper, keyboards, etc.) We’re moving past basic life support into developing a personality, which is a whole new level of scary responsibility.
* Child versioning system shamelessly stolen from Cliff Harris’s excellent blog.**
** Footnote system shamelessly stolen from the excellent Stuology blog.