Gaz has six (SIX!) teeth coming in right now. All four six-year molars and the two lower incisors. I have tried to explain to the molars that, really, they can wait a bit, but it hasn't worked. The two on her left side are almost totally out. The others are lagging a bit (the top more than the bottom), but I suspect this has something to do with her chewing more on the left side than the right.
Her irritating habit of wanting to bite my fingers suddenly makes sense. Again.
You would think that since she's infinitely more verbal than she was last time we went through this that she would let us know early and often when her mouth is paining her, but just like in the good old days, crankiness is the first and most reliable sign of mouth discomfort. Now that we have chewable pain reliever stuff at least she doesn't fight us on that. She doesn't trust any medicinal liquid, and I don't blame her. Most of them are nasty.
As noted in my earlier post, pictures are indeed uploaded. And now that I have adjusted the link to point to the latest set, you can even find them.
In other news, Mark has introduced Gaz to Ultraman. Her geek/nerd culture education continues apace.
In other, other news, I just heard Gaz announce to Mark that "Now I'm going to label you!" Whatever this means, I should probably supervise.
ETA: "Mommy, I just labeled Daddy and he's worth two nickles. We can buy him with just one dime!"
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Thursday, October 5, 2006
Bad day for teething
My poor girl is miserable today. We skipped storytime at some local shop because she spent the morning in hysterics. She's napping now, thanks to Tylenol. Nothing else worked today, not fridge teethers, not freezer teethers, not cold drinks, not anything. She did feel well enough to eat a bunch of tofu and beans and a little bit of apple and puffed wheat cereal, so we're doing better on food today than any other day this week. Generally we've been nursing quite a lot and cuddling even more. I've been wiped out for many days now because Gaz constantly wants to be held. Did I mention that she is a heavy child? Of course I give her all the hugs and hefts and nursing she needs. I wish I could make the pain get over with faster.
While she was screaming this morning I got a good look in her mouth: three canines (all but the lower left) are out and the top two molars each have the tiniest point out, but obviously not enough for her to be unafflicted. Come on molars! Mama's getting impatient with you!
Another side effect of all this is that I think we're getting closer to getting Gaz to reliably and independently say "chichi," which is our time-honored family term for breastfeeding. It's either "gutter Spanish" (as my late Abuela used to call it) for "breast" or Nahuatl for "to nurse," take your pick.
While she was screaming this morning I got a good look in her mouth: three canines (all but the lower left) are out and the top two molars each have the tiniest point out, but obviously not enough for her to be unafflicted. Come on molars! Mama's getting impatient with you!
Another side effect of all this is that I think we're getting closer to getting Gaz to reliably and independently say "chichi," which is our time-honored family term for breastfeeding. It's either "gutter Spanish" (as my late Abuela used to call it) for "breast" or Nahuatl for "to nurse," take your pick.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
The teeth, the teeth
I keep forgetting the teething update. (And I grow a bit wearing of today's editing job. This is the perfect opportunity for a break.)
Some days are worse than others, as always, when it comes to mouth pain, but we've got something to show for Gaz's trouble. Both upper first year molars are just barely peeking out, and the lower right is close. The canines have decided to be precocious and both right dog teeth are extremely close to cutting through. The upper will probably be officially out in a day or two, and the lower is not far behind. I wouldn't be surprised if either or both beat the molars to cutting completely.
That's all the news from Gaz's mouth. Pitty the poor child, always cutting eight teeth at once!
Some days are worse than others, as always, when it comes to mouth pain, but we've got something to show for Gaz's trouble. Both upper first year molars are just barely peeking out, and the lower right is close. The canines have decided to be precocious and both right dog teeth are extremely close to cutting through. The upper will probably be officially out in a day or two, and the lower is not far behind. I wouldn't be surprised if either or both beat the molars to cutting completely.
That's all the news from Gaz's mouth. Pitty the poor child, always cutting eight teeth at once!
Wednesday, April 5, 2006
feet, tongue, teeth
Gaz has gotten really good at pulling herself up to her feet using furniture and has even started trying to stand up without anything to pull up on, although those experiments havent progressed beyond the funny hands-and-feet-on-the-floor/butt-up stage. Today she was entertaining herself by standing up next to the chair where the cat was curled up. She had a great time bothering him for a while, but then decided that she wanted to come over by me. I was an arm's length away so that I could stop her from being too rough with the cat, but I had been letting her play since she was for once petting the cat nicely. So she turns to me and holds out one hand while holding onto the chair with the other. I hold out my hands to her and she grabs first one hand, then the other with her other hand. And then, I could hardly believe it, she took her first self-directed, albeit Mama-supported steps! I've walked her all over the living room with me swinging her legs in big, floppy steps before, but now she seems to have gotten it down in her head that she can make steps herself! I got out the video camera, but no more walking to Mama and no furniture cruising. I don't think we're going to put the video camera away for a few days, just in case she does it again.
Her other big "holy cow!" trick is what I think is shaping up to be her first word. Now, I'm not talking about the accidental words like "dada cat" and "yeah" and the like. I mean where she says a something and knows that what she's said is attached to something. She was sitting on our bed yesterday while I was getting dressed, looking at the cat curled up with his head and tail poking out from under the blanket. She was feeling mellow and not in the mood to attack him, so she was just patting his twitching tail when she said, very clearly and meditatively, "Puhtah." I squealed and encouraged her as she kept saying "pruhtah" "puhtaaah" over and over, working on the sounds. So I guess the reason her favorite phoneme lately has been "peh" is because she has been working up to "Proton." We've always joked that "Proton, NO!" would be her first word, but I guess we weren't too far off.
We're STILL waiting for that damnable tooth (#8) to come in. It feels very close to the surface, but who knows how long it will take. A week? Two weeks? Our only consolation is that she seems to be in between the worst of the teethy pain for maybe a day or so.
Her other big "holy cow!" trick is what I think is shaping up to be her first word. Now, I'm not talking about the accidental words like "dada cat" and "yeah" and the like. I mean where she says a something and knows that what she's said is attached to something. She was sitting on our bed yesterday while I was getting dressed, looking at the cat curled up with his head and tail poking out from under the blanket. She was feeling mellow and not in the mood to attack him, so she was just patting his twitching tail when she said, very clearly and meditatively, "Puhtah." I squealed and encouraged her as she kept saying "pruhtah" "puhtaaah" over and over, working on the sounds. So I guess the reason her favorite phoneme lately has been "peh" is because she has been working up to "Proton." We've always joked that "Proton, NO!" would be her first word, but I guess we weren't too far off.
We're STILL waiting for that damnable tooth (#8) to come in. It feels very close to the surface, but who knows how long it will take. A week? Two weeks? Our only consolation is that she seems to be in between the worst of the teethy pain for maybe a day or so.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
woooosh!
Has it only been a couple of weeks? Because everything's been crazy busy around here, it feels like months. Turn around and they are grown; turn around and they are old bots with young bots of their own, dontchaknow. :)
First, we're moving to a new apartment. Farther south and not horribly far from our current place, but there's seven years' accumulation of stuff to contend with. Grandpa Charley is helping us out with childcare/packing/lifting/driving/etc. right now, and he's already gotten to the point of saying "can't you just throw this out?" We aren't even half-way through yet. I suspect a lot of clothes are going to go into the donation boxes in the area soon. Anyway, expect another mass email soon from Mark once we've got all the contact information nailed down.
Second, Gaz is moving. As in crawling. Usually after the cat, but also after spoons, her hairbrush, etc. She doesn't get too far before she loses focus and coordination, but she's figured out how to get to something she wants. This morning she figured out how to crawl on top of the cat in order to get to something she wanted (packing tape, for some odd reason). On the top of the list of things to buy for the move is some baby corral fencing of some sort. The apartment we're moving into has only the barest hint of wall separating the living room from the dining room, which looks nice but spells child containment issues.
We're up to five teeth now: two up top and three on the bottom. The last one that came in on the bottom went so easily that I didn't even know she had more teeth coming in! Just ::poof:: and there it was. She's getting a lovely toothy grin, even if it is a little lopsided sometimes. The next two uppers are working their ways down, but just as with the first two uppers they're taking their sweet time. She's fussy, we're fussy, everyone's fussy. I just wish she could have gotten a break at least for the move. The strangeness of our belongings disappearing to the new apartment is only making the sore gums more disconcerting.
We shall prevail, in any event, and I'm sure Gaz will love her new surroundings once they get to look less like a cardboard wasteland.
First, we're moving to a new apartment. Farther south and not horribly far from our current place, but there's seven years' accumulation of stuff to contend with. Grandpa Charley is helping us out with childcare/packing/lifting/driving/etc. right now, and he's already gotten to the point of saying "can't you just throw this out?" We aren't even half-way through yet. I suspect a lot of clothes are going to go into the donation boxes in the area soon. Anyway, expect another mass email soon from Mark once we've got all the contact information nailed down.
Second, Gaz is moving. As in crawling. Usually after the cat, but also after spoons, her hairbrush, etc. She doesn't get too far before she loses focus and coordination, but she's figured out how to get to something she wants. This morning she figured out how to crawl on top of the cat in order to get to something she wanted (packing tape, for some odd reason). On the top of the list of things to buy for the move is some baby corral fencing of some sort. The apartment we're moving into has only the barest hint of wall separating the living room from the dining room, which looks nice but spells child containment issues.
We're up to five teeth now: two up top and three on the bottom. The last one that came in on the bottom went so easily that I didn't even know she had more teeth coming in! Just ::poof:: and there it was. She's getting a lovely toothy grin, even if it is a little lopsided sometimes. The next two uppers are working their ways down, but just as with the first two uppers they're taking their sweet time. She's fussy, we're fussy, everyone's fussy. I just wish she could have gotten a break at least for the move. The strangeness of our belongings disappearing to the new apartment is only making the sore gums more disconcerting.
We shall prevail, in any event, and I'm sure Gaz will love her new surroundings once they get to look less like a cardboard wasteland.
Friday, February 3, 2006
state of the union. . . well, our union
We have tooth #3! The left front tooth, just as I expected. She's still working on #4, which will hopefully not take another month to come in. It's not sticking out enough yet to be easily visible when she smiles, but soon we'll have no more exclusively gummy smiles.
"Cat" looks like it may be Gaz's first word. I keep saying it to her as often as I can (along with "Mama" and "Daddy") and I have caught her twice mimicking me in a sort of absent minded fashion while she's playing with a toy or twisting around in her doorway jumper. I'm sure Proton will be pleased. He's been a paragon of patience and tolerance with her, despite much fur pulling and tail mangling. I'm still trying to teach her to pet the cat nicely, but you know babies. They don't understand English so well in the beginning.
At the doctor, current Gaz stats are as follows: height is 28" and weight is officially 21 lbs. and 6 oz. She feels a lot heavier, but that may just be the tired arms talking. She's hale and hearty, developing perfectly and all that. She had three shots and by the time we left, she was smiling at all the ladies in the office so much that they were sure that she'd not had any shots at all.
In non-Gaz news, I'm trying to become a milk donor. Our freezer is packed like you wouldn't believe, and there are so many sick babies who need breastmilk. I hope that I meet all the requirements. I'm a bit worried that my asthma medication might exclude me. Also, for anyone who hasn't already heard, we are having to find a new place to live. Our apartment building, which has been home to us for seven lovely years, is being turned into condos. We don't know yet where in Chicago we'll end up, but we're looking forward to being settled again.
Oh, and we just got Skype installed here, so if you'd like to see the Gaz (webcam!) and you'd like to call us for free via the computer, drop me a line and we'll coordinate.
"Cat" looks like it may be Gaz's first word. I keep saying it to her as often as I can (along with "Mama" and "Daddy") and I have caught her twice mimicking me in a sort of absent minded fashion while she's playing with a toy or twisting around in her doorway jumper. I'm sure Proton will be pleased. He's been a paragon of patience and tolerance with her, despite much fur pulling and tail mangling. I'm still trying to teach her to pet the cat nicely, but you know babies. They don't understand English so well in the beginning.
At the doctor, current Gaz stats are as follows: height is 28" and weight is officially 21 lbs. and 6 oz. She feels a lot heavier, but that may just be the tired arms talking. She's hale and hearty, developing perfectly and all that. She had three shots and by the time we left, she was smiling at all the ladies in the office so much that they were sure that she'd not had any shots at all.
In non-Gaz news, I'm trying to become a milk donor. Our freezer is packed like you wouldn't believe, and there are so many sick babies who need breastmilk. I hope that I meet all the requirements. I'm a bit worried that my asthma medication might exclude me. Also, for anyone who hasn't already heard, we are having to find a new place to live. Our apartment building, which has been home to us for seven lovely years, is being turned into condos. We don't know yet where in Chicago we'll end up, but we're looking forward to being settled again.
Oh, and we just got Skype installed here, so if you'd like to see the Gaz (webcam!) and you'd like to call us for free via the computer, drop me a line and we'll coordinate.
Friday, January 6, 2006
on the tooth front
One of those front teeth is finally definitely on the move. At the rate these bums have been moving there's no telling when either will emerge, but they're definitely closer to the bottom edge of her gum now. My money's on the left one but I've been wrong plenty of times.
Weighed the Gaz yesterday and she was 23 lbs. I'd previously cut myself off from weighing her because I was getting bent out of shape with what looked like a lack of growth from week to week, so now I'll just weigh her once a monthish and not at all on the months where she's got a doctor appointment. Their scales are better than me weighing us together and then just me and doing the math. I think we all know how great I am at the math. Anyway, what this means is that it's time to put the 9 mo. clothes away, which is something that occurred to me when I put her in one of the 9 mo. sleepers earlier in the week. So we're totally in the 12 monthers now, with an eye to trying on some of the 18 mo. outfits to see how they fit.
She's really enamored of toys these days and will play happily by herself for increasing amounts of time. Meals are much less of a problem now that she's happy in the doorway jumper while food is being prepared (most days) and will cheerfully play with a toy while sitting next to one of us on the couch while the grown ups eat. That's pretty awesome. This morning she chewed away on a teething ring (one made of solid plastic beads, which is quite fun to throw as well) and when I looked up at her she let go of the ring, letting it hang in her mouth, while she smiled up at me. She looked like an adorable puppy-child. :)
Another fun game lately is to lean forward to touch something while sitting up, then to lean back into whatever's back there, and repeat. It works best on the couch but she'll try it on the floor when she's sitting in her Boppy too.
Weighed the Gaz yesterday and she was 23 lbs. I'd previously cut myself off from weighing her because I was getting bent out of shape with what looked like a lack of growth from week to week, so now I'll just weigh her once a monthish and not at all on the months where she's got a doctor appointment. Their scales are better than me weighing us together and then just me and doing the math. I think we all know how great I am at the math. Anyway, what this means is that it's time to put the 9 mo. clothes away, which is something that occurred to me when I put her in one of the 9 mo. sleepers earlier in the week. So we're totally in the 12 monthers now, with an eye to trying on some of the 18 mo. outfits to see how they fit.
She's really enamored of toys these days and will play happily by herself for increasing amounts of time. Meals are much less of a problem now that she's happy in the doorway jumper while food is being prepared (most days) and will cheerfully play with a toy while sitting next to one of us on the couch while the grown ups eat. That's pretty awesome. This morning she chewed away on a teething ring (one made of solid plastic beads, which is quite fun to throw as well) and when I looked up at her she let go of the ring, letting it hang in her mouth, while she smiled up at me. She looked like an adorable puppy-child. :)
Another fun game lately is to lean forward to touch something while sitting up, then to lean back into whatever's back there, and repeat. It works best on the couch but she'll try it on the floor when she's sitting in her Boppy too.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Gaz's first Christmas and sundries
(First: I'm really, really, REALLY far behind on thank-yous and holiday cards. I swear I've got stuff to send and I hope to have some time to work on that this weekend, baby willing. I'm not trying to be rude I'm just overwhelmed!)
'Twas her first and 'twas lovely. We spent it down in E-ville with my family, per our holiday rotation, slightly amended due to last year's blizzard. I'm sure the folks down there ended up thankful for us not being able to come down last year since all they would have gotten was a sleepy, nauseated, newly pregnant me. Gaz is way more fun than that.
The teething had abated somewhat (still lots of chewing, but less fussing than usual) so Gaz was in generally good spirits apart from when we first got into town around 1:30 am. Then she just needed a full tummy and time to adjust to Grandma Cel and Grandpa Charley's house and she was right as rain again.
Gaz received some really great clothes from Aunt Hillary and Uncle Sean, as well as some from the Great-Grandparents Rizen. There were also some new books (a fuzzy puppy book, a Five Little Monkeys book + finger puppets, and the Complete Tales of Peter Rabbit) and toys (a FP stacking ring thing that plays classical music). While we were down there Mom and I went shopping for Gaz-sized turtleneck onesies (no, no explanation for my obsession with those things) and we ended up finding a doorway jumper for cheap. Score!
The night driving was fairly successful but the day driving really bit. We had to stop more often and had to play her special Gaz-soothing CDs much more often. Looks like we'll have to organize road trips so that all the driving is done after bedtime.
All these holiday trips make me wish that we lived closer to family. It's so great to see everyone and we miss everyone horribly when we go. So you all have to move to Chicago, okay? ;)
Yesterday on my way into the office I saw a fellow with his five-week-old son. He was carrying him in a carseat just like the one we just left in E-vill (thanks to the best Christmas present ever--a carseat big enough to safely contain our big girl) and I commented that I liked the car seat and oh I remember those early days. I got a good look at the little guy and he was pretty big, probably as big as Gaz was at five weeks. I got all nostalgic and told the guy to enjoy these days before they get too chaotic. Nostalgic already! Beware of introspective me in August.
The only drawback of having to upgrade the carseat is that our Snap 'N Go no longer works. For a stroller we've got just a little umbrella stroller (which we wouldn't even have if my Aunt Alice hadn't surprised us with an off-registry item) right now. I've found my dream stroller, complete with shopping basket and rain hood and pockets and things, but jeez are those things expensive. We thought we'd have plenty of time to run down bigger-baby items well into the future, but big baby accelerated our bigger-baby needs timeline. What we've got now works just fine for baby transport, but since I tend to overpack and carry too much stuff, I do miss that handy basket under the seat of the Snap 'N Go. It's a high class problem but I complain still.
Anyway, we're looking forward to a New Year full of fun new developmental milestones. Solid food soon, and crawling too looks like it's not far off. For now I just need to survive this work week.
Happy holidays to all!
'Twas her first and 'twas lovely. We spent it down in E-ville with my family, per our holiday rotation, slightly amended due to last year's blizzard. I'm sure the folks down there ended up thankful for us not being able to come down last year since all they would have gotten was a sleepy, nauseated, newly pregnant me. Gaz is way more fun than that.
The teething had abated somewhat (still lots of chewing, but less fussing than usual) so Gaz was in generally good spirits apart from when we first got into town around 1:30 am. Then she just needed a full tummy and time to adjust to Grandma Cel and Grandpa Charley's house and she was right as rain again.
Gaz received some really great clothes from Aunt Hillary and Uncle Sean, as well as some from the Great-Grandparents Rizen. There were also some new books (a fuzzy puppy book, a Five Little Monkeys book + finger puppets, and the Complete Tales of Peter Rabbit) and toys (a FP stacking ring thing that plays classical music). While we were down there Mom and I went shopping for Gaz-sized turtleneck onesies (no, no explanation for my obsession with those things) and we ended up finding a doorway jumper for cheap. Score!
The night driving was fairly successful but the day driving really bit. We had to stop more often and had to play her special Gaz-soothing CDs much more often. Looks like we'll have to organize road trips so that all the driving is done after bedtime.
All these holiday trips make me wish that we lived closer to family. It's so great to see everyone and we miss everyone horribly when we go. So you all have to move to Chicago, okay? ;)
Yesterday on my way into the office I saw a fellow with his five-week-old son. He was carrying him in a carseat just like the one we just left in E-vill (thanks to the best Christmas present ever--a carseat big enough to safely contain our big girl) and I commented that I liked the car seat and oh I remember those early days. I got a good look at the little guy and he was pretty big, probably as big as Gaz was at five weeks. I got all nostalgic and told the guy to enjoy these days before they get too chaotic. Nostalgic already! Beware of introspective me in August.
The only drawback of having to upgrade the carseat is that our Snap 'N Go no longer works. For a stroller we've got just a little umbrella stroller (which we wouldn't even have if my Aunt Alice hadn't surprised us with an off-registry item) right now. I've found my dream stroller, complete with shopping basket and rain hood and pockets and things, but jeez are those things expensive. We thought we'd have plenty of time to run down bigger-baby items well into the future, but big baby accelerated our bigger-baby needs timeline. What we've got now works just fine for baby transport, but since I tend to overpack and carry too much stuff, I do miss that handy basket under the seat of the Snap 'N Go. It's a high class problem but I complain still.
Anyway, we're looking forward to a New Year full of fun new developmental milestones. Solid food soon, and crawling too looks like it's not far off. For now I just need to survive this work week.
Happy holidays to all!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Finally
It's been a crazy week or so. We've weathered our first nursing strike, which we think was brought on by a combination of teething pain and achey, innoculated legs. There was some fun new night waking/hysterical crying too. It really wasn't fun, but it puts things in perspective. I'm sure one day I'll look back on these as the easy days. In the meantime we're still waiting for new teeth to poke out.
Let's see. . . At the four-month appointment height was 27" and weight was 18 pounds, 11 ounces. Less than I expected, but with the teething and holidays making feeding schedules wacky at best, I wouldn't be surprised if she lost a little bit. There's absolutely nothing to worry about, though, because she's still above the 97th percentile for both height and weight, and she's perfectly proportioned. She's a big baby, but she's in no way overweight. Her development is right on target for her age, too. All good. This was the first appointment where she didn't cry the whole time. Until the needles that is, and even then she was all smiles until she got stuck the first time. She quieted pretty quickly, too, and remained relatively calm on the drive home. She's getting to be so big.
She's much better at sitting now by herself. I stay close by whenever I've got her sitting (especially on the couch) but she keels over much less often and when she flops forward she either chews her toes a bit and rolls to her side or pushes herself back up. She's getting really, really close to assuming the position for crawling. Just waiting for those core muscles to firm up and then look out, folks.
The other new thing is grabbing. Grabbing at anything and everything: the colander, any thing on or comprising my face (especially my lower lip), food (she's totally uninterested once she's got a handful of rice & beans, but I guess that's not the point just yet), anything with words on it, cups I'm drinking out of, everything on the coffee table, and . . . well, anything within view. She reaches and complains if she can't get to it and/or if I interfere. We're learning the fine art of distracting her from what she wants to grab and substituting something that's okay for her to get her hands and mouth on.
In among all these things, we had a great visit from Grandma Judy and Grandpa Will, who did us an enormous and most appreciated favor in taking over day care duties while Babysitter Lisa was vacationing. Gaz is very lucky to have such great grandparents, and we're lucky to have so much support from both our families.
Let's see. . . At the four-month appointment height was 27" and weight was 18 pounds, 11 ounces. Less than I expected, but with the teething and holidays making feeding schedules wacky at best, I wouldn't be surprised if she lost a little bit. There's absolutely nothing to worry about, though, because she's still above the 97th percentile for both height and weight, and she's perfectly proportioned. She's a big baby, but she's in no way overweight. Her development is right on target for her age, too. All good. This was the first appointment where she didn't cry the whole time. Until the needles that is, and even then she was all smiles until she got stuck the first time. She quieted pretty quickly, too, and remained relatively calm on the drive home. She's getting to be so big.
She's much better at sitting now by herself. I stay close by whenever I've got her sitting (especially on the couch) but she keels over much less often and when she flops forward she either chews her toes a bit and rolls to her side or pushes herself back up. She's getting really, really close to assuming the position for crawling. Just waiting for those core muscles to firm up and then look out, folks.
The other new thing is grabbing. Grabbing at anything and everything: the colander, any thing on or comprising my face (especially my lower lip), food (she's totally uninterested once she's got a handful of rice & beans, but I guess that's not the point just yet), anything with words on it, cups I'm drinking out of, everything on the coffee table, and . . . well, anything within view. She reaches and complains if she can't get to it and/or if I interfere. We're learning the fine art of distracting her from what she wants to grab and substituting something that's okay for her to get her hands and mouth on.
In among all these things, we had a great visit from Grandma Judy and Grandpa Will, who did us an enormous and most appreciated favor in taking over day care duties while Babysitter Lisa was vacationing. Gaz is very lucky to have such great grandparents, and we're lucky to have so much support from both our families.
Thursday, December 1, 2005
oh, so many things
1. We have two teeth out now, both on the bottom. These teeth have started biting me in uncomfortable places.
2. Gaz is now even more than ever enchanted and distracted by The World (TM), which directly contributes to the biting and also her general distractedness with things like nursing.
3. She's trying really hard to sit up by herself. She succeeds sometimes when she's on a lap, but when she's on her own she mostly ends up eating toes. Not that she minds that at all. I think she might just fold forward just so she can suck on her toes while looking at things more interesting than the ceiling. Then there's also those times when she manages the sitting without going completely head-to-toes, but ends up going to one side. It's pretty amusing and someone is always close at hand to prevent any head bumps.
4. She's got rolling down pat. I've gotten over the fact that she shows off fun new tricks first for Mark and not me. I like to think that when I'm around she'd rather look at me and when Mark is around she's plotting an escape attempt. :)
5. It looks like the legs are ready for crawling, but now we've got to wait for the arms to catch up. She still doesn't hold herself up straight-armed, but I expect that's not far off.
6. This morning before I left for work she was standing on my lap (with me holding her steady, of course) and she discovered jumping. It was all fun and games until Mama got tired of being bonked on the chin with a smiling baby head. Gaz was completely unfazed in her excitement over having found this fun new thing to do with her legs. Weeee!
More as I remember, memory being a luxury some weeks (like this one).
2. Gaz is now even more than ever enchanted and distracted by The World (TM), which directly contributes to the biting and also her general distractedness with things like nursing.
3. She's trying really hard to sit up by herself. She succeeds sometimes when she's on a lap, but when she's on her own she mostly ends up eating toes. Not that she minds that at all. I think she might just fold forward just so she can suck on her toes while looking at things more interesting than the ceiling. Then there's also those times when she manages the sitting without going completely head-to-toes, but ends up going to one side. It's pretty amusing and someone is always close at hand to prevent any head bumps.
4. She's got rolling down pat. I've gotten over the fact that she shows off fun new tricks first for Mark and not me. I like to think that when I'm around she'd rather look at me and when Mark is around she's plotting an escape attempt. :)
5. It looks like the legs are ready for crawling, but now we've got to wait for the arms to catch up. She still doesn't hold herself up straight-armed, but I expect that's not far off.
6. This morning before I left for work she was standing on my lap (with me holding her steady, of course) and she discovered jumping. It was all fun and games until Mama got tired of being bonked on the chin with a smiling baby head. Gaz was completely unfazed in her excitement over having found this fun new thing to do with her legs. Weeee!
More as I remember, memory being a luxury some weeks (like this one).
Monday, November 21, 2005
big fat weekend of big milestoney things
Oh oh oh, where to begin?
First, you can really see that little tooth sticking out now. Well, you can see it when Gaz stops rubbing her gums with her tongue for a few seconds, which doesn't happen all that often. You've got to spend a lot of time staring at her mouth to catch it and after a while she gets bored and a little suspicious.
She's figured out that she's not completely helpless against the icky faux grape taste of Tylenol. Now she clamps her mouth shut and cries before someone doses her.
Rolling over has been mastered! Of course Dad was the first one to witness the rolling from back to tummy and back to the back, but I've seen it now and I imagine Lisa will see it this week, too. Very exciting! The pictures are not so much of the process, but of the end result and so will probably not be uploaded yet. I imagine there will be many cute Thanksgiving pictures that will be more of a priority. Getting to see Grandma Judy and Grandpa Will, Emily and Kyle and the goils, and everyone else will be wonderful fun, I'm sure. I can't wait to see how Gaz takes it all. She loooooves babies but I don't think she's seen many kids up close and personal.
Diapering is more interesting now, since she's figured out velcro (the disposables we use have those nice reclosable fasteners) and she's also figured out that her hand reaches down to crotch level. Not only do I have to keep her feet from getting into the dirty diapers, I have to keep hands out too. I need more hands myself.
Most importantly, Gaz can now stick her left big toe in her mouth and suck on it. She's been working on this ever since she found her toes. Usually she does this while laying on her back, but I hear tell that she sometimes tries to get toes to mouth while sitting up in her Boppy. She keeps a gal on her toes, that's for sure. I did manage to get one good shot of her sucking on toes, so that should go up just as soon as holiday preparations and sleep deprivation stop trying killing me.
First, you can really see that little tooth sticking out now. Well, you can see it when Gaz stops rubbing her gums with her tongue for a few seconds, which doesn't happen all that often. You've got to spend a lot of time staring at her mouth to catch it and after a while she gets bored and a little suspicious.
She's figured out that she's not completely helpless against the icky faux grape taste of Tylenol. Now she clamps her mouth shut and cries before someone doses her.
Rolling over has been mastered! Of course Dad was the first one to witness the rolling from back to tummy and back to the back, but I've seen it now and I imagine Lisa will see it this week, too. Very exciting! The pictures are not so much of the process, but of the end result and so will probably not be uploaded yet. I imagine there will be many cute Thanksgiving pictures that will be more of a priority. Getting to see Grandma Judy and Grandpa Will, Emily and Kyle and the goils, and everyone else will be wonderful fun, I'm sure. I can't wait to see how Gaz takes it all. She loooooves babies but I don't think she's seen many kids up close and personal.
Diapering is more interesting now, since she's figured out velcro (the disposables we use have those nice reclosable fasteners) and she's also figured out that her hand reaches down to crotch level. Not only do I have to keep her feet from getting into the dirty diapers, I have to keep hands out too. I need more hands myself.
Most importantly, Gaz can now stick her left big toe in her mouth and suck on it. She's been working on this ever since she found her toes. Usually she does this while laying on her back, but I hear tell that she sometimes tries to get toes to mouth while sitting up in her Boppy. She keeps a gal on her toes, that's for sure. I did manage to get one good shot of her sucking on toes, so that should go up just as soon as holiday preparations and sleep deprivation stop trying killing me.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
The Tooth
The top edge of Gaz's very first tooth has emerged!! Actually, it cut through last Friday, unfortunately, while Gaz gnawed away at Auntie Angeli's finger. It's the lower right incisor, and it just so happens that that tooth's neighbor is the next one to start working its way to the surface.
One down, 27 to go!
Now if I can get her to quit tongue-ing her gums, I'll get a picture.
One down, 27 to go!
Now if I can get her to quit tongue-ing her gums, I'll get a picture.
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
The teething continues
Oh, woe. For those brave enough to stick a finger in her mouth, there is clearly one tiny tooth--the lower right incisor--that is about to make its grand entrance. While this is plenty exciting from a milestone standpoint, it's excruciating to endure from a baby or parent standpoint.
Lately it's become difficult for her to even nurse through the pain. Sometimes the Tylenol has worn off enough that right in the middle of nursing she pulls away and shrieks. It seems that switching to the pacifier for a few minutes (safe for chewing on, unlike Mom) while keeping her in whatever position we're in usually results in her calming down and working her gums enough that she's able to go back to nursing without too much additional fuss. At least I hope that's how it's working. We just did that this morning and I was finally able to get enough milk in her to get her to her morning nap.
Sometimes it also helps to put pressure on the spot where the tooth is about to pop out. Of course, sometimes that makes it all worse. What I wouldn't give for a neon sign floating above her head that indicates what tactic will make her feel better at any given time.
I hope we figure out how to deal with the teething thing more efficiently so that we can make her more comfortable for the rest of the teethies.
BTW, we keep updating the online photo albums, so check them out. Much cuteness abounds.
Lately it's become difficult for her to even nurse through the pain. Sometimes the Tylenol has worn off enough that right in the middle of nursing she pulls away and shrieks. It seems that switching to the pacifier for a few minutes (safe for chewing on, unlike Mom) while keeping her in whatever position we're in usually results in her calming down and working her gums enough that she's able to go back to nursing without too much additional fuss. At least I hope that's how it's working. We just did that this morning and I was finally able to get enough milk in her to get her to her morning nap.
Sometimes it also helps to put pressure on the spot where the tooth is about to pop out. Of course, sometimes that makes it all worse. What I wouldn't give for a neon sign floating above her head that indicates what tactic will make her feel better at any given time.
I hope we figure out how to deal with the teething thing more efficiently so that we can make her more comfortable for the rest of the teethies.
BTW, we keep updating the online photo albums, so check them out. Much cuteness abounds.
Monday, October 17, 2005
giant baby attack
Did I say that she's wearing 6 month clothes? Make that 6 - 9 month clothes. The 9 mo. stuff is a little baggy, but just a little. Next month that stuff should fit fine. I'm also just realizing that we don't have enough fall/winter clothes, including things like pants. Thanks to a recent visit from Grandma Cel and Grandpa Charley, we now have trousers! We had to go to the boys' section to find pants without tons of embroidery, but we've got green cargo pants and khaki cords and jeans and, of course, camoflage! Also cardigans and hoodies and other things in unisex colors. We're hoping our next one is a boy, and we're not the only ones in the family hoping for a boy so I figure I'm shopping for the future just as much as I'm shopping today. Don't fret. She's wicked cute whatever she's wearing.
I just can't believe how big she is. Especially since she's now beginning to teethe. You read that right. She's developing so fast it's about enough to make a gal dizzy.
I just can't believe how big she is. Especially since she's now beginning to teethe. You read that right. She's developing so fast it's about enough to make a gal dizzy.
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