Thursday, August 27, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Will is pointing to things and trying to say them. He has a good approximation of DOOR ("doh"), BALL, ("bah"), WINDOW ("do-do"), CAR ("cah" or more likely "go-go-cah!") and HI...he also broke out the NIGHT-NIGHT yesterday at bedtime, which came out as "Nigh-niaahhh" or some bizarre vowel sound trailing off at the end, but it was accompanied by him waving as I said "Night-night, paintings!" making the meaning somewhat clearer.
(I'm under no illusions that Will is going to bee adding more and more words until he is a Shakespeare in diapers; often he conquers a skill and then drops it for weeks. Which brings me to...)
2. THE WALKING
Will took his first steps on Monday morning. One step was from walker to standing, and the next was a fully independent step...until his confidence (and knees) failed him and he sank to the floor after a ten-second pose. Although this doesn't exactly add up to walking, it is definitely a milestone that elicited a revelatory "Ohhhhhh" from me. Suddenly, the sleep disruption I had been blaming on teething for the last month or so made a bit more sense. I mean, it probably had something to do with teething as well, and certainly the whole coughing-on-drool-until-he-spits-up routine was all about the aching gums, but as the Genius Mother of the Century I apparently missed the signs of a developmental touchpoint. The completely textbook signs. Bravo, me!
3. THE GESTATING
How am I feeling? Pretty fabulous, actually. I'm not sure if the ugliness of the first trimester this time around makes the second feel like a heavenly oasis of physical functionality or if this pregnancy simply continues to be different from the last. While pregnant with Will, I basically exploded between weeks 20 and 24 and became quite abruptly uncomfortable--things mellowed again in the third trimester. With this baby, I suffered some "typical" nausea and fatigue early on and now am enjoying the "typical" second-trimester respite--I'm over the icky symptoms and not yet to the point of enormity.
Also, I'm exercising regularly and drinking a bit of coffee (caffeinated!) every day. That helps.
4. THE READING
Dave had a million airline miles left on Delta, but somehow not enough to actually HELP US FLY ANYWHERE. (Um, isn't that the point of miles?) So we ended up having to order some free magazine subscriptions just to get them to stop mailing us warning letters about how time was running out. Annoying.
Anyway, that means we have a plethora of magazine options around here, but no good books. I keep seeing a recommendation here or there and then forgetting all about it, so could people please tell me what you've been reading? I want a list so long it lasts through the newborn days with Baby Boy, so please throw anything good my way. (Yes, I'm a member of Goodreads thanks to Maria, but most of YOU are not.)
5. THE DRESS
I bought a gorgeous dress at a Gap Baby outlet a while back, before Bee had her baby and when neither Aimee nor I knew what we were having. "Of the three of us, SOMEONE will have a girl," I thought as I made my purchase. Here's what happened next:
End of July: Bee had her son, Connor.
Early August: Aimee found out she was having a boy in December.
Present day: I discover that this dress, or any dress for that matter, would be an inappropriate item in which to dress our baby as well, for the obvious gender-identification-related reasons.
The dress is definitely for a NEW baby girl, so I can't give it to any little ones who already exist in my orbit.
So the moral of this story is that somebody close to me needs to conceive a girl, ASAP. Otherwise I will be, as I lamented to Dave, "that sad old lady with ten boys who hangs on to a dress hoping that one day she'll have a girl to give it to."
To which he replied: "TEN boys?" Not the point of my story, Dave. Not the point.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Now to review the poll stats. There was an overwhelming majority predicting "girl"--78% to be exact. I was on the side of this heavy majority--the first trimester was different this time, and just like I could NEVER picture Will as a girl, I could never picture this baby as a boy.
He's a healthy boy who really likes to stare at his skeletal fists as he opens and closes his fingers. He's been poking me for a month now, but only in the last week has he become a truly active soccer star, leading Dave to secretly start wondering if this baby was in fact the proud owner of a Y chromosome. He's perfect, and we can't wait to see how he manages to be as handsome and cheerful as his older brother!
(And maybe he'll also manage to be one of those laid-back babies I'm always hearing about? Maybe?!?)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
I've shopped with Will before, but always with him in the Bjorn, which he's long since outgrown, or the stroller, in which case I have to limit my purchases to "whatever will fit in the basket beneath his seat." Read: one package of cheese, one loaf of bread. So last week I finally put Will in the shopping cart, after lots of hand-wringing about how he would surely get antsy after five or ten minutes and I'd have to dart out of there with only a gallon of milk in my free hand.
I was only worried because nobody had told me that shopping carts were designed specifically to entertain active children and are, in fact, MADE OF MAGIC.
Whenever Will got restless, I'd put my face up to his and race the cart down the aisle to elicit some gleeful giggles. And when he realized that all the fun noisemakers (cereal, pretzels, plastic packaging of any kind) were actually behind him, he simply swiveled around and played until it was checkout time.
It was worth the wait.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Two of the women I met in that first class have continued to be Isis regulars with me, more or less, while we've collected other kindred spirits along the way. (Pictures of those babies and moms will show up here soon, but this post is about the very beginning.)
Ryan (son of Mo, also pictured above) has been Will's best bud since the newborn days. When we get together, I look on wistfully as Ryan is completely content to play with his toys...you know, play with, not climb on top of.