First tooth!
Yeah, so he's been drooling and fussing and gumming things, and we knew the teeth were close, but today he was chewing on my finger and I thought his gums felt even harder/sharper than usual. I ran my index finger across his gums and I think that light pressure caused the tooth to break through, because I could SEE the whiteness before I ran my finger over, but after it was actually sharp and the little corner was visible. Cool! Lower left front tooth is the first one, but that lower right looks almost ready, too.
This evening he was fussy and exhausted, and I think he's just over it and could use a rest.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
So many milestones!
I just have to write it down so I can look it up someday:
Rolling over: check (he did it first the week of Thanksgiving, but he's doing it regularly now, mostly from tummy to back).
First word: check (I'm pretty sure. He has said "Hi" about three times, although it's not 100% clear he knows what he's doing. But it really sounds like Hi.)
Sitting up: Not check, but close. We can put him in a sitting position and hold his hips and he's almost there.
Waving: almost check. If we tell him to wave, say hi or goodbye, or someone else waves at him, his arm jerks up. He's not closing and opening his fist yet, but he has clearly made some connection that his arm should do *something.*
Zadie put her Bellatrix Lestrange wig on him today. Obviously, I had to take a photo.
Rolling over: check (he did it first the week of Thanksgiving, but he's doing it regularly now, mostly from tummy to back).
First word: check (I'm pretty sure. He has said "Hi" about three times, although it's not 100% clear he knows what he's doing. But it really sounds like Hi.)
Sitting up: Not check, but close. We can put him in a sitting position and hold his hips and he's almost there.
Waving: almost check. If we tell him to wave, say hi or goodbye, or someone else waves at him, his arm jerks up. He's not closing and opening his fist yet, but he has clearly made some connection that his arm should do *something.*
Friday, January 09, 2015
4 months, plus Z stuff
Well, the little big guy is four months old! He's not really chunky, but our only experience was with his skinny sister, so he looks like a big ol' chunka chunka burnin' love to us. I just can't believe how incredibly good-natured Lochlan is. He is happy so much of the time. I took him to work the other day, to a faculty meeting, and he did the same thing over and over again: he had on his normal, observational look. Someone would come over and say something like, "Hi, who's this little guy?" and he would turn on the high-beam look o' charm for them, then bury his face in my chest as if he had become suddenly shy, but still grinning. Let me tell you, it works -- people feel like that grin is just for them, like they're special. He's a serious charmer. He even tries to charm me into boob-time. He'll smile at me, then turn his face to my boob, give me the world's biggest grin and raise his eyebrows like, "Hah? Hah? Can I, hah?"
He likes nursing, but unlike Z, he's kind of a utilitarian nurser. He needs it for two things: sustenance, and help sleeping. And when he's done, he's hecka done. Z, on the other hand, would nurse for hours if given the chance, looking at me as if to say, "No no, still eating! There's definitely milk, and I'm just, you know, consuming it."
I'm putting the over-under at six weeks for his first word, which I believe will be "hi." First, we say hi to him a lot. And second, he's so close! He's like, "haaaa. Huuuh. Huauauunh." The H sound is there, he's just got to figure out the vowel.
I've been trying to get him into sleep routine that doesn't involve falling asleep with my boob in his mouth, and it's going pretty well. The sleep books all say to put them to bed sleepy and happy, but awake. After that, they agree on nothing, and I've taken up an amalgam of the kindest methods. I let him fuss a bit, but not cry. If he cries, I pick him up. I have a routine -- jammies, diaper change, book, then songs -- and we stick to it (although he often needs another diaper change right in the middle of our routine). And if it's a rough night, I nurse him to comfort him, but un-latch him while he's still awake but very drowsy, and then I put him in his crib and sing a bit. Usually that does it. He's been having a rough time off and on lately because he's teething. Poor drooling Buddy.
Azadeh has been doing pretty well. I threatened to sell her the other day because she poured my nail polish (and some of my expensive makeup) into a "potion" which spilled and splashed ALL over the bathroom, but she's actually been sweet, a good listener, good in school... It's a pleasant change, and perhaps brief, but I'll take it and appreciate it while it's here.
One funny thing is hearing my voice come out of her. When she talks to Lochlan, I hear her saying, "Who's my boy? Are you? Are you my boy? Yeah! Who's a cute little Lochlan boy?" And it occurs to me that the only way you ever know how to talk to babies is to hear your parents talk to babies. So there is my cooing, repetitive, high-pitched mother-ese in my 6-year-old's voice.
In a funny turn of events, I also heard my husband's and my dad's in her the other day! I told Dad that she couldn't throw or catch to save her life, and, well, I'm not really the one to teach her.* So for Christmas, he bought her a softball and glove, and he bought Sweetie a glove, too. Sweetie and she have been out playing catch a few times, and Dad came over to play as well. I was generally inside during this, so I didn't hear much of what they were saying, but then she asked me to play. I was torn between "OHMYGOD I suck at sports and this is going to be horrible and I'm the worst role model" and "Shoot, I'd better try, because someone who admits she sucks at sports and won't even try is the worst role model." So I went out and I played, and it wasn't awful, and she caught more than I thought she would, and we actually had fun. And while we played, she said encouraging things to me like, "You're doing great" and "don't be afraid to reach for it." I realized again, these little sayings were things she picked up from those men in her life who took the time to play catch with her in the front yard, and although she's partly me, she's partly them, and partly her grandmother, and the person that she is is so unique and individual, but also so patchworked together from these amazing people that I love... Well, it's just kind of a powerful thing to notice.
So yeah. The kids are alright.
*I am the kind of person who, when sportsballs come flying at me, tends to go "Ack!" and throw my hands in front of my face. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. I figure that to counter it, I am an excellent dancer with a profound sense of rhythm.
I tried to find a good, recent face shot, but I'll be damned if I can find one
He likes nursing, but unlike Z, he's kind of a utilitarian nurser. He needs it for two things: sustenance, and help sleeping. And when he's done, he's hecka done. Z, on the other hand, would nurse for hours if given the chance, looking at me as if to say, "No no, still eating! There's definitely milk, and I'm just, you know, consuming it."
I'm putting the over-under at six weeks for his first word, which I believe will be "hi." First, we say hi to him a lot. And second, he's so close! He's like, "haaaa. Huuuh. Huauauunh." The H sound is there, he's just got to figure out the vowel.
I've been trying to get him into sleep routine that doesn't involve falling asleep with my boob in his mouth, and it's going pretty well. The sleep books all say to put them to bed sleepy and happy, but awake. After that, they agree on nothing, and I've taken up an amalgam of the kindest methods. I let him fuss a bit, but not cry. If he cries, I pick him up. I have a routine -- jammies, diaper change, book, then songs -- and we stick to it (although he often needs another diaper change right in the middle of our routine). And if it's a rough night, I nurse him to comfort him, but un-latch him while he's still awake but very drowsy, and then I put him in his crib and sing a bit. Usually that does it. He's been having a rough time off and on lately because he's teething. Poor drooling Buddy.
Azadeh has been doing pretty well. I threatened to sell her the other day because she poured my nail polish (and some of my expensive makeup) into a "potion" which spilled and splashed ALL over the bathroom, but she's actually been sweet, a good listener, good in school... It's a pleasant change, and perhaps brief, but I'll take it and appreciate it while it's here.
One funny thing is hearing my voice come out of her. When she talks to Lochlan, I hear her saying, "Who's my boy? Are you? Are you my boy? Yeah! Who's a cute little Lochlan boy?" And it occurs to me that the only way you ever know how to talk to babies is to hear your parents talk to babies. So there is my cooing, repetitive, high-pitched mother-ese in my 6-year-old's voice.
In a funny turn of events, I also heard my husband's and my dad's in her the other day! I told Dad that she couldn't throw or catch to save her life, and, well, I'm not really the one to teach her.* So for Christmas, he bought her a softball and glove, and he bought Sweetie a glove, too. Sweetie and she have been out playing catch a few times, and Dad came over to play as well. I was generally inside during this, so I didn't hear much of what they were saying, but then she asked me to play. I was torn between "OHMYGOD I suck at sports and this is going to be horrible and I'm the worst role model" and "Shoot, I'd better try, because someone who admits she sucks at sports and won't even try is the worst role model." So I went out and I played, and it wasn't awful, and she caught more than I thought she would, and we actually had fun. And while we played, she said encouraging things to me like, "You're doing great" and "don't be afraid to reach for it." I realized again, these little sayings were things she picked up from those men in her life who took the time to play catch with her in the front yard, and although she's partly me, she's partly them, and partly her grandmother, and the person that she is is so unique and individual, but also so patchworked together from these amazing people that I love... Well, it's just kind of a powerful thing to notice.
So yeah. The kids are alright.
*I am the kind of person who, when sportsballs come flying at me, tends to go "Ack!" and throw my hands in front of my face. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. I figure that to counter it, I am an excellent dancer with a profound sense of rhythm.
I tried to find a good, recent face shot, but I'll be damned if I can find one
where he's not gnawing on something. Teething.
This one is -- I swear -- the girl at the same age. They look very alike except that he has more jowls and belly. I know it's silly, but I also think he looks more naturally masculine and her, more feminine.
This one is -- I swear -- the girl at the same age. They look very alike except that he has more jowls and belly. I know it's silly, but I also think he looks more naturally masculine and her, more feminine.
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