I wish I took better notice of when Mr. Meh's babbling changed. But it's been such a fluid process that it's been hard to do so (kind of like his sleeping schedule. It have evolved so much over the months).
It started off when he was a few weeks old with boo, and goo, then over teh summer it became the rasperries, which then turned into brrr, brrr, brrr, which he still does. Then there are also:
Mama
For the last few weeks (probably two months now), he's been saying Mama. Mama, mama, mama -- it's like he's practicing voice, intonation, pitch, accent etc... It's really funny. Every once in a while, there is also an angry mama, where the mama becomes very gurgural and throaty, as if he's really angry. It's really funny. As Andy says, I'm being summoned.
It also doesn't always mean me. It's just a noise he likes to make. He also likes to declare mama to everyone around him -- his dad, grandpa and grandma. He also calls grandma mama.
However, twice I noticed that as he wakes up from a nap, he says mama as he's waking up. He did that once while he and I were out strolling around and he woke up from a nap. A few days later I heard him say the same thing as he woke up from a nap in his crib. It melted my heart.
Baba
He's also been saying baba, baba, for quite some time now. Andy thinks it refers to Mariposa. I'm not so sure. I think he just likes to say it.
Dada
There is also dada, which means daddy. Over the last few weeks, he's been definitely saying dada every time he sees Andy. It's so cute. The other morning, I brought him to bed and as soon as he saw Andy he said dada. My mom noticed he did the same thing when he saw Andy coming down the stairs.
Tja, tja, tja,
We're not sure what that means, if anything.
Meh, meh
There is also an angry meh, meh, where he tenses up his body and flings out his arms and legs. It's really funny. I'm pretty sure he's learned that from Mariposa because it sounds exactly as the pre-bark bark she makes when she's about to start barking at someone walking down the street.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Blood everywhere
A few weeks ago, we got our first big scare with Mr. Meh. It was a Saturday morning, my early morning to take care of Mr. Meh, while Andy and MP were sleeping. After snuggling in bed, I took him downstairs and put him in his playpen, while I went into the kitchen and the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. We leave him in his playpan where he usually either plays with his toys or stands up looking around, waiting for us to return to pick him up.
So a few minutes later I went into the living room to get him. He had his hands in his mouth (as he usually does) but his whole face was covered with blood. There was blood coming out of his mouth, it was all over his hands, all over the playpen mesh, all over his toys.
I freaked out. I couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from or what did he do to himself. I thought he bit his finger, his lip, pulled out a tooth or something. Of course, a few months ago, I had read a New Yorker article about some rare disease where people actually can't help themselves but end up gnawing on their fingers, lips, etc.....Naturally, that freakish scenario ran through my head for a split second.
It turns out, he had reopened a small nick where a part of his skin was nicked when we were cutting his finger nails a few days earlier. But it was like one of those stupid razor nicks -- there is nothing to it, but it's a shallow and wide nick that just won't stop bleeding.
We washed off his hands and face. Andy kept holding his fingers to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, which of course wasn't working as Ivan was trying to wiggle his way out. He never likes to sit still and have someone hold his hands still (needless to say, fingernail cutting is a major event, which my dad has undertaken. I've been to scared to do so, after I almost took off a bit of his finger very early on. Instead I've been trying to file down his nails, but even that doesn't work because he doesn't want to be still. He wants to grab the file and put it in his
mouth).
We went through several bandaids before the bleeding stopped and some wrestling between him and Andy so that Andy get hold his finger and apply pressure to it.
In the end it wasn't a big deal or drama. No emergency room trips yet, but it was so freaky to see so much blood coming out of him.
Of course, Ivan continued putting his hands in his mouth, so we ended up freaking out that he was going to take off the band aid and eat it. And it almost happened. Luckily I was watching him so when I saw the band aid come off, I quickly grabbed it. Now, choking on a band aid would've been something else....
So a few minutes later I went into the living room to get him. He had his hands in his mouth (as he usually does) but his whole face was covered with blood. There was blood coming out of his mouth, it was all over his hands, all over the playpen mesh, all over his toys.
I freaked out. I couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from or what did he do to himself. I thought he bit his finger, his lip, pulled out a tooth or something. Of course, a few months ago, I had read a New Yorker article about some rare disease where people actually can't help themselves but end up gnawing on their fingers, lips, etc.....Naturally, that freakish scenario ran through my head for a split second.
It turns out, he had reopened a small nick where a part of his skin was nicked when we were cutting his finger nails a few days earlier. But it was like one of those stupid razor nicks -- there is nothing to it, but it's a shallow and wide nick that just won't stop bleeding.
We washed off his hands and face. Andy kept holding his fingers to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, which of course wasn't working as Ivan was trying to wiggle his way out. He never likes to sit still and have someone hold his hands still (needless to say, fingernail cutting is a major event, which my dad has undertaken. I've been to scared to do so, after I almost took off a bit of his finger very early on. Instead I've been trying to file down his nails, but even that doesn't work because he doesn't want to be still. He wants to grab the file and put it in his
mouth).
We went through several bandaids before the bleeding stopped and some wrestling between him and Andy so that Andy get hold his finger and apply pressure to it.
In the end it wasn't a big deal or drama. No emergency room trips yet, but it was so freaky to see so much blood coming out of him.
Of course, Ivan continued putting his hands in his mouth, so we ended up freaking out that he was going to take off the band aid and eat it. And it almost happened. Luckily I was watching him so when I saw the band aid come off, I quickly grabbed it. Now, choking on a band aid would've been something else....
The Fifth Tooth
After two plus weeks of serious drool, we finally saw it this morning -- another bottom tooth, the fifth tooth, or the third bottom tooth. His teeth seem to break through kind of facing inward and then straighten themselves out. The upper two teeth were quite far apart but seem to be coming in closer now.
I used to sing to him "all I want for Christmas is my four front teeth, my front front teeth. All I got for Christmas is my four front teeth, so I can bite you Merry Christmas." Now I will longer be able to sing that (somehow five instead of four teeth doesn't sound poetic enough).
I used to sing to him "all I want for Christmas is my four front teeth, my front front teeth. All I got for Christmas is my four front teeth, so I can bite you Merry Christmas." Now I will longer be able to sing that (somehow five instead of four teeth doesn't sound poetic enough).
Monday, January 28, 2008
Bitten
Mr. Meh bit me tonight while nursing. He kept alternating between nursing and looking up at me. I had just gotten home from work and he was done with his bath. Since he spends most of his bath time aactually standing up and playing with the faucet, once he gets out of the tub, he's really cold and cranky and wants to nurse to calm down.
Today was no different. I had just made it home in time to nurse him after his bath and put him to bed. He was very happy to see me. (When he sees and give me that huge happy grin, I just melt). So he kept nursing and looking at me. At one point, when he went back to nurse, he bit me with those four teeth.
More out of surpise than pain, I yelled ouch. It took a second to register, and then he started crying. It was awful. I scared him. He cried for a few seconds while I hugged him and then he went back to nursing and all was well again.
Today was no different. I had just made it home in time to nurse him after his bath and put him to bed. He was very happy to see me. (When he sees and give me that huge happy grin, I just melt). So he kept nursing and looking at me. At one point, when he went back to nurse, he bit me with those four teeth.
More out of surpise than pain, I yelled ouch. It took a second to register, and then he started crying. It was awful. I scared him. He cried for a few seconds while I hugged him and then he went back to nursing and all was well again.
How are the boys?
On Jan 14th a friend with a one-year old boy asked me and another friend, a mom of an infant boy: how are the boys? This is what I wrote in response:
My milestones are: with 4 teeth (2 on the bottom and 2 on the top), we've all gotten bitten once or twice -- it hurt.
In terms of talking, we're in the mamamammamammama land -- all day long. I don't think he means me, it's just a noise he makes.
He's pulling himself up onto everything. The bathtub pulling has evolved into checking out the faucet and sticking his fingers inside it (gross).
But even more gross are his toy selections:
The three toys he's crazy about are: the vacuum cleaner (Mariposa, the dog, is petrified -- we just leave the vacuum cleaner out in the middle of the room now, why bother puttting it away), Mariposa's rubber chicken which is missing its butt and a leg, and another orange toy of Mariposa's.
Yes, he seems to prefer Mariposa's toys to his own.
My milestones are: with 4 teeth (2 on the bottom and 2 on the top), we've all gotten bitten once or twice -- it hurt.
In terms of talking, we're in the mamamammamammama land -- all day long. I don't think he means me, it's just a noise he makes.
He's pulling himself up onto everything. The bathtub pulling has evolved into checking out the faucet and sticking his fingers inside it (gross).
But even more gross are his toy selections:
The three toys he's crazy about are: the vacuum cleaner (Mariposa, the dog, is petrified -- we just leave the vacuum cleaner out in the middle of the room now, why bother puttting it away), Mariposa's rubber chicken which is missing its butt and a leg, and another orange toy of Mariposa's.
Yes, he seems to prefer Mariposa's toys to his own.
Demolition crew -- blocks
Andy got Mr. Meh a set of blocks for Christmas -- just plain wood, nothing bright or fancy (for change, I'm beginning to doubt whether babies enjoy all the noisy colorful toys that are made for them. Ivan doesn't always seem to care). I guess Andy was more excited about the blocks than Ivan.
We'd stack the blocks building something, and then Ivan would come and destroy whatever was build. He took such pleasure out of it too -- we started calling him the demolition crew.
However, I noticed today that when we were playing with blocks, he kept taking the pieces and trying to stack them on the stack that I was building. He's not coordinated enough to be able to precisely put the block down, but I was surprised because he was actually trying to build something instead of just knocking it over and giggling.
It's soo cool to see him evolve and learn.
And then there is always Mariposa, who tries to get her teeth on the blocks and chew on them. Quite a few pieces have her bitemarks, while two pieces have already been well chewed up. Oh well. Toys aren't meant to last forever. I guess she figures, he gets to play with my toys, so I can play with his.....
We'd stack the blocks building something, and then Ivan would come and destroy whatever was build. He took such pleasure out of it too -- we started calling him the demolition crew.
However, I noticed today that when we were playing with blocks, he kept taking the pieces and trying to stack them on the stack that I was building. He's not coordinated enough to be able to precisely put the block down, but I was surprised because he was actually trying to build something instead of just knocking it over and giggling.
It's soo cool to see him evolve and learn.
And then there is always Mariposa, who tries to get her teeth on the blocks and chew on them. Quite a few pieces have her bitemarks, while two pieces have already been well chewed up. Oh well. Toys aren't meant to last forever. I guess she figures, he gets to play with my toys, so I can play with his.....
Food update -- we like cheese
Ivan's first encounter with cheese didn't go so well, much to my dismay. Basically he didn't like it. However, I persevered...trying to give him different slices/types of cheese and now barely two weeks later, he's really liking cheese (yes, my gene pool has finally kicked in).
I'm really excited that he likes it.
So far, the "finger" foods he's tried are:
-O's (ie cheerios. The Whole Foods brand is really soft and smooth -- nice for him to chew, while the Trader Joe's kind is to textury and hard, that I'm afraid he'll choke. So basically the whole foods version it is).
-cheese: he puts piece after piece in his mouth, without swallowing individual pieces. Eventually he swallows them, although in the meantime, his mouth is full of cheese. I assume he can't choke on it.
-strawberries: in addition to spoon feeding them, I've cut them up in little pieces and put them on the tray (one by one so he eat them, otherwise, when there are too many pieces on the tray, he starts playing with the pieces and flinging them off the tray). It was funny to watch him try to pick them up. They're slippery so it required some skills. They kept slipping through his fingers, or when he's finally grab one, it would stick to the side of his fingers he couldn't see so well, so he'd look for it. I love to watch his reactions -- so careful, observant and serious.
-sweet potatoes. I cut up a piece and put it on the tray. He did well. They are less slippery than strawberries.
I'm really excited that he likes it.
So far, the "finger" foods he's tried are:
-O's (ie cheerios. The Whole Foods brand is really soft and smooth -- nice for him to chew, while the Trader Joe's kind is to textury and hard, that I'm afraid he'll choke. So basically the whole foods version it is).
-cheese: he puts piece after piece in his mouth, without swallowing individual pieces. Eventually he swallows them, although in the meantime, his mouth is full of cheese. I assume he can't choke on it.
-strawberries: in addition to spoon feeding them, I've cut them up in little pieces and put them on the tray (one by one so he eat them, otherwise, when there are too many pieces on the tray, he starts playing with the pieces and flinging them off the tray). It was funny to watch him try to pick them up. They're slippery so it required some skills. They kept slipping through his fingers, or when he's finally grab one, it would stick to the side of his fingers he couldn't see so well, so he'd look for it. I love to watch his reactions -- so careful, observant and serious.
-sweet potatoes. I cut up a piece and put it on the tray. He did well. They are less slippery than strawberries.
Feeling guilty
Edita made me feel guilty that I haven't journaled my pregnancy and been better at recording Mr. Meh's achievements. Now that she's pregnant, she's apparently kept a detailed journal of her thoughts, etc....I tried but couldn't. I have a few emails I sent to people at the beginning of the pregnancy with wacky thoughts etc...and I guess since the pregnancy wasn't that eventful I didn't feel compelled to keep a journal. (Or it was too eventful and I was too tired to keep one).
However, I'll gather the few scattered entries I have and put them on this blog so they are all in one place.
I'm also now feeling guilty for not doing a better job of updating this blog, ie keeping a good track of Mr. Meh's milestones and my general thoughts about pregnancy, motherhood, etc....Something about always wanting to do that as the last thing in the evening...basically it never gets done. (After all I'm a pro at procrastination).
It's funny because when Mr. Meh got his first tooth, rolled over, crawled....I couldn've sworn I wouuld remember that forever. But already when people ask me (moms with younger infants looking for advice) when did Ivan do this or that, I no longer recall the precisely. I can't recall when did his sleeping patterns change -- I never wrote it down -- I thought it would be so organic and so memorable, but it's not.
For some things (such as the first roll over or first crawl) I could try to reconstruct the time based on photos --- I remember what was he able to do when certain photos were taken....but still.
I guess no point in crying over something I can't change. But I can try to do a better job from now on.....
However, I'll gather the few scattered entries I have and put them on this blog so they are all in one place.
I'm also now feeling guilty for not doing a better job of updating this blog, ie keeping a good track of Mr. Meh's milestones and my general thoughts about pregnancy, motherhood, etc....Something about always wanting to do that as the last thing in the evening...basically it never gets done. (After all I'm a pro at procrastination).
It's funny because when Mr. Meh got his first tooth, rolled over, crawled....I couldn've sworn I wouuld remember that forever. But already when people ask me (moms with younger infants looking for advice) when did Ivan do this or that, I no longer recall the precisely. I can't recall when did his sleeping patterns change -- I never wrote it down -- I thought it would be so organic and so memorable, but it's not.
For some things (such as the first roll over or first crawl) I could try to reconstruct the time based on photos --- I remember what was he able to do when certain photos were taken....but still.
I guess no point in crying over something I can't change. But I can try to do a better job from now on.....
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Teeth, sleep, bottles and pacifiers
Mr Meh has four teeth now -- the lower and upper two. He's bitten all of us over the last few days. The two lower ones are nice and straight and next to each other, while there is a big gap between the upper two. He looks like a water horse (is that what those animals are called?) . I guess soon it will be time to take him to the dentist.
As the pediatrician said, I've been trying to "brush" those toothuus -- basically stick a wet wash cloth in his mouth and rub the teeth. Sometimes he lets me and sometimes he doesn't. (It looks like I'm the tooth brusher in the house, as I'm the only one who brushes Mariposa's teeth as well.)
But yesterday a friend scared me that I'm going to make his teeth rot by letting him fall asleep with a bottle of formula. Now I'm all freaking out -- what if it's true. But on the other hand, since I've introduced the bottle to take to bed (before I just used to nurse him, put him to sleep and he'd fall asleep but then wake up later in the night, hungry) he's been sleeping through the night. During this last feeding (after I nurse him, but I doubt he gets a lot of milk from me anymore), he's been sleeping through the night. Even if he wakes up during the night (let's say at 2 am), I let him cry it out ('sleep train him") and he falls back a sleep in a few minutes.
So is this turning into a dilemma --- risk rotten teeth, or risk no sleep?
Not to mention the fact that I'm apparently supposed to make him give up the bottle and start drinking from a sippy cup as soon as possible (ie when he turns one, which is in three weeks.)
But on a positive note, we're barely using the pacifier anymore. Actually, I have no clue where they are --- he hasnt' wanted one in a while. Actuallly, when I try to give him a pacifier to calm him down while driving, he doesn't want it.
As the pediatrician said, I've been trying to "brush" those toothuus -- basically stick a wet wash cloth in his mouth and rub the teeth. Sometimes he lets me and sometimes he doesn't. (It looks like I'm the tooth brusher in the house, as I'm the only one who brushes Mariposa's teeth as well.)
But yesterday a friend scared me that I'm going to make his teeth rot by letting him fall asleep with a bottle of formula. Now I'm all freaking out -- what if it's true. But on the other hand, since I've introduced the bottle to take to bed (before I just used to nurse him, put him to sleep and he'd fall asleep but then wake up later in the night, hungry) he's been sleeping through the night. During this last feeding (after I nurse him, but I doubt he gets a lot of milk from me anymore), he's been sleeping through the night. Even if he wakes up during the night (let's say at 2 am), I let him cry it out ('sleep train him") and he falls back a sleep in a few minutes.
So is this turning into a dilemma --- risk rotten teeth, or risk no sleep?
Not to mention the fact that I'm apparently supposed to make him give up the bottle and start drinking from a sippy cup as soon as possible (ie when he turns one, which is in three weeks.)
But on a positive note, we're barely using the pacifier anymore. Actually, I have no clue where they are --- he hasnt' wanted one in a while. Actuallly, when I try to give him a pacifier to calm him down while driving, he doesn't want it.
New Foods
Strawberries and Cheese
Basically, Mr. Meh really liked strawberries. He saw me either them this morning with cereal and kefir. As he was trying to climb on me (while crawling), I gave him some kefir. He like it, a lot. Then I tried the strawberries. He loved them. I think also the fact that I was eating them helped -- he always wants to try and see what I'm eating. So cute.
However, the cheese story, much to my cheese-lover dismay, was slightly different. On Sunday, I gave him a morsel of a slice of provolone cheese, one of my favorites. As he was tasting it, he was making the most awful, disgusted face I've ever seen. Maybe too much taste, I thought, so I cut up into bits a low-fat, totally tasteless skim mozarella cheese (which I eat when I'm on a diet). He tried it, but made the same face. I even tried showing him how to eat it.....still...he didn't like it.
I don't know whether it's the texture or the coldness of cheese -- he loves other cold, dairy products, such as yogurt and cottage cheese -- so I don't know. In any case, I can't believe it -- that he didn't like cheese, one of his mom's diet staples.
Avocados, however, continue to be his favorite food. The baby scrafs down an avocado per day. Everyone I tell to that he's eating avocados, cracks up. I guess it's not that common, but Mr. Meh loves his avocados---will eat it even if he's complaining that he doesn't want anymore of whatever I was feeding a second earlier.
For a few months now, I've also been trying to get him to drink from a sippy cup without much success. He plays with it while eating and then ends up spilling everything on himself and his clothes.
Basically, Mr. Meh really liked strawberries. He saw me either them this morning with cereal and kefir. As he was trying to climb on me (while crawling), I gave him some kefir. He like it, a lot. Then I tried the strawberries. He loved them. I think also the fact that I was eating them helped -- he always wants to try and see what I'm eating. So cute.
However, the cheese story, much to my cheese-lover dismay, was slightly different. On Sunday, I gave him a morsel of a slice of provolone cheese, one of my favorites. As he was tasting it, he was making the most awful, disgusted face I've ever seen. Maybe too much taste, I thought, so I cut up into bits a low-fat, totally tasteless skim mozarella cheese (which I eat when I'm on a diet). He tried it, but made the same face. I even tried showing him how to eat it.....still...he didn't like it.
I don't know whether it's the texture or the coldness of cheese -- he loves other cold, dairy products, such as yogurt and cottage cheese -- so I don't know. In any case, I can't believe it -- that he didn't like cheese, one of his mom's diet staples.
Avocados, however, continue to be his favorite food. The baby scrafs down an avocado per day. Everyone I tell to that he's eating avocados, cracks up. I guess it's not that common, but Mr. Meh loves his avocados---will eat it even if he's complaining that he doesn't want anymore of whatever I was feeding a second earlier.
For a few months now, I've also been trying to get him to drink from a sippy cup without much success. He plays with it while eating and then ends up spilling everything on himself and his clothes.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Afterhours with Mr. Meh
Hanging Out in his Crib
I know that Ivan always doesn't always sleep when he's in his crib.
Sometimes, he talks to his toys -- I can hear him babbling away, especially when he wakes up in the morning or from a nap.
Other times, he bangs around in his crib -- there are all these thump noises. It must be his head or his feet he's throwing around. Although it's really loud and sounds painful, he doesn't cry, so I assume it doesn't bother him.
Last night, he kept waking up and wanting to nurse. I'm not sure why as he's usually a good sleeper. At one point (around 2 am), after I laid him back in his crib and he rolled over to fall asleep, he started talking -- for some 5-10 minutes, he kept calling "mama". He wasn't calling us (if he wanted us to come, he'd start crying), he must have been practicing the word mama. He's been saying that non-stop for the last few days. I doubt he associates it with me. I think it's just a sound he likes to make. But in any case, last night at 2 am, he spent some 5-10 minutes practiting saying mama. We were rolling over from laugher.
Then two nights ago, shortly after I put him to sleep, I quietly went into his room to leave something. Instead of sleeping, I found him sitting up in the far corner of his crib. I got the biggest grin when he saw me enter. I wonder what he was doing. He was quiet, wasn't babbling.
I'd love to install a camera in his room to see what he does behind the closed doors. It's like he has his own private nightlife that we know nothing about.
I know that Ivan always doesn't always sleep when he's in his crib.
Sometimes, he talks to his toys -- I can hear him babbling away, especially when he wakes up in the morning or from a nap.
Other times, he bangs around in his crib -- there are all these thump noises. It must be his head or his feet he's throwing around. Although it's really loud and sounds painful, he doesn't cry, so I assume it doesn't bother him.
Last night, he kept waking up and wanting to nurse. I'm not sure why as he's usually a good sleeper. At one point (around 2 am), after I laid him back in his crib and he rolled over to fall asleep, he started talking -- for some 5-10 minutes, he kept calling "mama". He wasn't calling us (if he wanted us to come, he'd start crying), he must have been practicing the word mama. He's been saying that non-stop for the last few days. I doubt he associates it with me. I think it's just a sound he likes to make. But in any case, last night at 2 am, he spent some 5-10 minutes practiting saying mama. We were rolling over from laugher.
Then two nights ago, shortly after I put him to sleep, I quietly went into his room to leave something. Instead of sleeping, I found him sitting up in the far corner of his crib. I got the biggest grin when he saw me enter. I wonder what he was doing. He was quiet, wasn't babbling.
I'd love to install a camera in his room to see what he does behind the closed doors. It's like he has his own private nightlife that we know nothing about.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
The Secret Life of Meh
A few minutes after I tucked Mr. Meh to bed -- the bottle and all and he seemed on his way to the dreamland (had was tired and fussy and had nicely settled in in the bed with the bottle), I went back in to leave some clothes.
As I opened the door, I saw Mr. Meh sitting in the far corner of the crib smiling at me with a big grin. I don't know what he was doing and why he wasn't settling himself to sleep. If he were older, I'd say that he was up to something sneaky. But at this age, there isn't much sneakiness he can get himself into. I was just funny and unexpected.
I laid him back down, gave me back his bottle, kissed him goodnight and exited. I assumed that after that he drank his milk and drifted into sleep. But who knows.
For a few months now, we've been closing the door when we put him to bed, as all sort of minor sushings started to wake him up, including us just walking in the hallway. So who knows what he does in his bed.
I know in the morning before we get him he babbles for 15-20 minutes. He must be talking to his toys in his crib (at least that's what we think. "And now, you teddy bear, you stay right here and you stuffy friend you come here....."
It's also funny the sleep positions he gets himself into. Most of them don't look comfortable at all -- with his head arched so far back, it's at a 90 degree angle to his back -- to his legs resting again the crib railing....
I wish I could somehow inconspicously set up a camcorder in his room to record what he does.
Of course, now, since he's been able to stand himself up, he's been greeting us standing most of the mornings, with that big sunshine grin.
He is like sunshine. That huge smile with two teeth showing is so disarming.
As I opened the door, I saw Mr. Meh sitting in the far corner of the crib smiling at me with a big grin. I don't know what he was doing and why he wasn't settling himself to sleep. If he were older, I'd say that he was up to something sneaky. But at this age, there isn't much sneakiness he can get himself into. I was just funny and unexpected.
I laid him back down, gave me back his bottle, kissed him goodnight and exited. I assumed that after that he drank his milk and drifted into sleep. But who knows.
For a few months now, we've been closing the door when we put him to bed, as all sort of minor sushings started to wake him up, including us just walking in the hallway. So who knows what he does in his bed.
I know in the morning before we get him he babbles for 15-20 minutes. He must be talking to his toys in his crib (at least that's what we think. "And now, you teddy bear, you stay right here and you stuffy friend you come here....."
It's also funny the sleep positions he gets himself into. Most of them don't look comfortable at all -- with his head arched so far back, it's at a 90 degree angle to his back -- to his legs resting again the crib railing....
I wish I could somehow inconspicously set up a camcorder in his room to record what he does.
Of course, now, since he's been able to stand himself up, he's been greeting us standing most of the mornings, with that big sunshine grin.
He is like sunshine. That huge smile with two teeth showing is so disarming.
Friday, January 4, 2008
December accomplishments
On Dec 9, at about 10 am, Mr Meh woke up from his nap (as he usually does) and starting calling us. The process takes some 15 minutes -- as the babbling (to his toys, I assume) gradually intensifies into screams to come and get him. I wasn't home to witness this, but when Andy walked into his room, he was greated by a huge two-lowered teeth grin of Ivan standing in his crib. It was the first time he pulled himself up. And he looked so proud of himself. We have the cutest photos to prove it.
Since then, all he wants to do is pull himself up.....from standing up in the bathtub to touch the faucet or throw his toys over the bathtub and then retrieve them...to climbing over me to pull himself up on our bed's headboard....to pulling himself up on furniture.
The other day he's even taken a few very cautious steps.
"Zubis"
Also, in addition to the two lower teeths, on Dec 16 his upper teeth broke through. They still haven't fully grown in, so they're only visible if I'm looking at him from underneath -- he still continues to be quite propriatery about the teeth and won't let me look in his mouth.
But now when he eats, he likes to grab the spoon with the teeth and hold onto it. Quite funny.
Weight
It also seems to me that he's gotten huge over teh last month. He seems so much bigger, sturdier, chubbier, stockier and heavier. And he has the biggest belly.
He totally looks like those little Raphael cherubim. (And he acts like one.) Next month we go for his 1 year appointement and I'm curious to hear what the doctor will say -- how much he weight and what percentile he's in. He has to have moved up from the 10-25th percentile he was in at his 9 month visit.
Babbling
He also continue to get quite vocal....Every day he seems to practice a new word. Mamamamamam is quite popular. So is mama. He says mama so nicely but I still can't figure out whether he means it or whether it's just the sound he's making. Regardless, it melts my heart.
Since then, all he wants to do is pull himself up.....from standing up in the bathtub to touch the faucet or throw his toys over the bathtub and then retrieve them...to climbing over me to pull himself up on our bed's headboard....to pulling himself up on furniture.
The other day he's even taken a few very cautious steps.
"Zubis"
Also, in addition to the two lower teeths, on Dec 16 his upper teeth broke through. They still haven't fully grown in, so they're only visible if I'm looking at him from underneath -- he still continues to be quite propriatery about the teeth and won't let me look in his mouth.
But now when he eats, he likes to grab the spoon with the teeth and hold onto it. Quite funny.
Weight
It also seems to me that he's gotten huge over teh last month. He seems so much bigger, sturdier, chubbier, stockier and heavier. And he has the biggest belly.
He totally looks like those little Raphael cherubim. (And he acts like one.) Next month we go for his 1 year appointement and I'm curious to hear what the doctor will say -- how much he weight and what percentile he's in. He has to have moved up from the 10-25th percentile he was in at his 9 month visit.
Babbling
He also continue to get quite vocal....Every day he seems to practice a new word. Mamamamamam is quite popular. So is mama. He says mama so nicely but I still can't figure out whether he means it or whether it's just the sound he's making. Regardless, it melts my heart.
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