Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I considered the facts: it had to be approaching 8 o'clock and Eric should be coming home soon, so I kept fiddling with the door knob when suddenly I panicked. Had I closed the door to the basement steps? Was Emily's 15 seconds of silence because she had fallen? Swallowed something she shouldn't have? Learned to walk, open doors, and was now running out in the middle of a street as a speeding truck approached? I knew I couldn't wait any longer. What if Eric went out to breakfast with his night shift cronies as he has mentioned to me that he might do one of these times? So, I searched the bathroom for a blunt object, settled on a plunger and began beating through the door. My plan was to make a small hole, reach my hand through and try to open the door from the other side. I made the hole all right, but it still wouldn't budge, so I kept going. Soon enough (after a LOT of pounding and wood chips flying) I had created a hole I could fit through (with some considerable squeezing). I rescued my sobbing baby, surveyed the damage, and not two minutes after I was freed Eric walked through the door to quite a scene!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I thought I'd write you a quick note before you get the idea that your mother is the only one writing to you (after all, let's not forget who started this here blog).
Today you have been extremely happy. Not only did you go down for your morning nap without so much as a single peep (nearly unprecedented behavior), but upon waking, you discovered that most everything you encountered in your little world is cause for either smiling or giggling. To wit:
- oatmeal with applesauce
- your Momma
- making really high pitched sounds of different kinds
- the couch (I'm not sure why)
- yours truly (that one I understand)
- yours truly doing push-ups
- peek-a-boo (you always like that though)
- those same toys that you spurned only yesterday
I attribute a good part of this to good napping (something your mother and I have been trying to tell you since day one). I am glad to see that you enjoy life so much, and I hope this is the start of a trend. I certainly think you're going to be a happy and fun little girl as you grow up.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
You are nine months old today, and you keep going full steam ahead! I frequently tell people that you have two states of being: incredibly energetic and asleep. I don't know how you do it. Sometimes I'm ready for a nap in the morning before you are just from chasing you around. Do you think maybe you could take it easy for a little while? But then again, your boundless energy (and we're not talking about energy in the way that all kids have energy - you put all the other babies I've ever watched to shame) is part of what makes you well, you, and I would not change you for the world.
You love to explore, and will take off to other rooms of the house all by yourself (though you do seem to want me to follow and whining ensues when I don't). In fact, you love to be chased, and will try to outcrawl me all the time. You also find real humor in peek-a-boo and that's handy for diaper changes (which you hate). You have also developed a real knack for finding things to put in your mouth that shouldn't be there. Here is a list of things your father and I have had to fish out of your mouth just in the past week:
b) cat food
c) rubber band
And, those were only the things I could identify. I mean, your dad and I aren't exactly neat freaks, but I vacumm - I do! often! - and you still manage to pick up all sorts of things I missed.
You are eating more and more real foods, including bananas, cantaloupe, crackers, cheerios (oh my goodness do you love cheerios!), broccoli, oatmeal, and yogurt. This is fun, but it's also messy and you don't seem to enjoy being cleaned off after meals. Just so you know, I'm not trying to cause you any angst or consternation while I wipe your face and hands. I'm only trying to protect the furniture!
You've learned to wave this month, and it's pretty cute. The other day I put you in your high chair for breakfast, set some of your beloved cheerios in front of you and watched you begin talking and waving TO YOUR CHEERIOS! Not your mother. No, your head was definitely directed downwards as you chatted up your breakfast. You are also "cruising" now, and walking along pieces of furniture. I suppose that means that walking can't be too far behind, but I'm not quite ready for that level of mobility yet so take your time.
You are becoming so much fun, and your dad and I love spending time with you. Napping continues to be a struggle, as you are seriously trying to drop down to one nap a day sometimes. I try to reason with you - tell you that all the baby books say that you will be taking two naps until you turn one (at least!) but you'll have none of that and continue to remind me that you are unique and you'll do as you please.
It's hard to believe how big you are getting and watch you ever so slowly turn from a baby - my little, precious baby - into a girl, but there's no denying it. You are growing every day and I can't wait to keep watching as you do.
I love you, peanut!