One of my friends jokes that we put Liftoff Boy in an accelerater. We didn't, but man is he moving along with things. First thing, he's got these superstrong, thick, tree-trunk legs (they come from me), which means he was able to support his weight on his legs at 2 months. Even the pediatrician remarked on it - usually it's 4 month thing. Because of the legs, his crawling development has been different - normally babies pull themselves by their arms until their legs get strong enough to pick up the slack. With LB, the arms had to get strong enough to partner the legs. So now he's crawling like a pro, about two months ahead of schedule, and he's figuring out that if he holds onto things, like the cushions on the couch, he can balance himself enough to remain standing. He loves holding onto someone's hands and walking around the room too.
Yesterday Liftoff Guy's mom and I took LB to the mall (malls are a blessing when it's 0 degrees outside and taking a child outdoors would be really dangerous) where he rode his first merry-go-round animal (a frog - I was holding him tight) and he got to play in the big playground thing they have set up. It looks like a forest scene with lots of rocks and tree stumps and animals, but everything is this soft rubbery plastic and the ground is foam. LB was entranced watching all of these bigger kids run around him and climb over mushrooms and such... Eventually he started to try to pull himself to standing, but the little mushrooms he had chosen didn't let him get vertical (I bet no one else has ever written that sentence!). Still, as an only child he doesn't see many other kids and when he sees what they can do, I think it makes him even more driven.
I've been watching him lately, and he makes me want to sing that old Matthew Wilder song "Never Gonna Break my Stride". I apparently walked by 10 months and I think LB will be able to do it before then. It's weird to be proud of something and dread it at the same time...
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
New year, etc.
I've been a bad blogger. Oh well.
1. When you stop pumping it's glorious, glorious freedom. But it's weird to get used to the idea that what you eat/drink won't go into the baby. I remember taking my first aspirin and sort of worrying that it would show up retroactively in the frozen breast milk.
2. Speaking of frozen breast milk, Liftoff Boy is still getting that every day, although we're giving him bottles of formula too. He had formula only during our week in California last month, but the real stuff is still in pretty good supply. Maybe a month's worth left?
3. Speaking of California, traveling cross country with LB and WITHOUT Liftoff Guy is a challenge I probably won't repeat. Everything would have been easier with one more parent around. Two arms aren't enough. Especially when LB is TEETHING. Yes. He was. He got his lower incisors just before Christmas, one before he turned 6 months and one just after.
4. He'll be 7 months old on the last day of Bush's presidency. Go away, Bush! LB has really got the crawling thing down - he occasionally ends up on his tummy, but it's mostly the alternating knee/hand thing. His poor knees are very pink right now, but he doesn't seem to mind the soreness. It's full speed ahead!
5. I got my tenure portfolio done on time and after receiving a few comments this week I'm allowed to make revisions. No one seems to think I need any - just a little fiddling with my CV. This is a good sign, I think. I would like to be tenured. And to be promoted to Associate Professor. I would like those things a lot.
6. Back to LB - he can say "Mom mom mom mom mom!" now, but I don't think he has any idea that the fun sounds he's making connect to an actual person. I have a student this semester who was raised by deaf parents and he thinks he's going to sign for sure with any children he has. He was also a late talker though. Like 2 years old. I'm not sure whether I want to do signing with LB to have earlier communication if it means that verbal communication would be delayed. I just have to keep thinking about it.
That's it for now. Yawn.
1. When you stop pumping it's glorious, glorious freedom. But it's weird to get used to the idea that what you eat/drink won't go into the baby. I remember taking my first aspirin and sort of worrying that it would show up retroactively in the frozen breast milk.
2. Speaking of frozen breast milk, Liftoff Boy is still getting that every day, although we're giving him bottles of formula too. He had formula only during our week in California last month, but the real stuff is still in pretty good supply. Maybe a month's worth left?
3. Speaking of California, traveling cross country with LB and WITHOUT Liftoff Guy is a challenge I probably won't repeat. Everything would have been easier with one more parent around. Two arms aren't enough. Especially when LB is TEETHING. Yes. He was. He got his lower incisors just before Christmas, one before he turned 6 months and one just after.
4. He'll be 7 months old on the last day of Bush's presidency. Go away, Bush! LB has really got the crawling thing down - he occasionally ends up on his tummy, but it's mostly the alternating knee/hand thing. His poor knees are very pink right now, but he doesn't seem to mind the soreness. It's full speed ahead!
5. I got my tenure portfolio done on time and after receiving a few comments this week I'm allowed to make revisions. No one seems to think I need any - just a little fiddling with my CV. This is a good sign, I think. I would like to be tenured. And to be promoted to Associate Professor. I would like those things a lot.
6. Back to LB - he can say "Mom mom mom mom mom!" now, but I don't think he has any idea that the fun sounds he's making connect to an actual person. I have a student this semester who was raised by deaf parents and he thinks he's going to sign for sure with any children he has. He was also a late talker though. Like 2 years old. I'm not sure whether I want to do signing with LB to have earlier communication if it means that verbal communication would be delayed. I just have to keep thinking about it.
That's it for now. Yawn.
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