Today, I was bored.
Jun. 5th, 2006 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Well... mostly. There *was* that dead mouse I had to deal with... It was in Jenn's heating system. I eventually had to, yes, get down on the floor and sniff it out. And then remove it with chopsticks. And then smush the maggots. I was *not* happy.
But otherwise, yes, I was bored. So I decided to look in Jenn's remaining parenting advice book for information on What The Baby Should Be Doing. (She's seven months, you know!)
Where I was told that at seven months she should be "probably" out of the "bassinet by her mom's bed and in her own room" (she sleeps in her mom's bed, and there's no room for her to have her own room, or even to share with Ana), and "certainly out of the front carrier into the stroller". Why? Because, the implication was, doing otherwise interferes with her independence.
Yes. We're going to chuck her and her sister out any day now and make them earn their keep. Judging from Ana's example, I don't think that I need to start lugging heavy-ass strollers everywhere just to enforce some dubious notions of independence on the child who can't even walk yet.
Stupid book.
The following links describe your average seven-month-old child:
http://parenting.lifestyle.excite.com/newbaby/newbaby_babydev/dev_sevenmonth.html
http://www.babycenter.com/refcap/baby/babydevelopment/724.html
And yes, they describe her. She is fully crawling, she can pull up to standing... well, kinda..., she's been able to bear weight for ages now, and she sobs while crawling after us if we happen to leave the room for a second. It's adorably pathetic.
While she doesn't have a favorite stuffed animal, she's starting to develop a favorite rattle - the one that's attached to the mei-tai. She falls asleep holding it when we're out, and is very happy to see it if I take it off the sling. (Of course, she's also happy to see the sling, because she thinks it means we're going outside.) So I think I'll pick up another one or two like it so I don't have to keep detatching it. (I should know by now to not visit store-sites, I now have a new list of things to waste my money on. Oy vey...)
She *definitely* knows the words clap (will clap on cue, even without any prompting motions from an adult) and no (will pause, visibly reconsider, and then generally do whatever-it-was anyway. Or try to - that's where adults step in and move either child or forbidden object). And I think I caught her going "dididi" at us when we said "bye-bye", but that's probably an overactive imagination on my part :)
She loves peek-a-boo, and Baby of DoomTM and various handgames. And, of course, clapping. I'm trying to get her into high-fives now, since I'm sick and tired of all the damn clapping. And it's only been a few days. I can see months of this stretching out in front of me.
Had some sweet potato the other day. Didn't like it. One little cube of sweet potato got swallowed - and it came out the other end, still a cube of sweet potato. Which raises the question: Why are we doing this if she can't digest it anyway? And why do people think that solids will "fill up" a baby better than milk? Because, clearly, they don't. They pass through undigested and, frankly (if disgustingly), I suspect that I could wash that little sweet potato bit and it'd be exactly the same, just really really disgusting.
But that's another subject for another day. Can you tell I was *really* bored today?
Here's where Evangeline should be in another month or so.
But otherwise, yes, I was bored. So I decided to look in Jenn's remaining parenting advice book for information on What The Baby Should Be Doing. (She's seven months, you know!)
Where I was told that at seven months she should be "probably" out of the "bassinet by her mom's bed and in her own room" (she sleeps in her mom's bed, and there's no room for her to have her own room, or even to share with Ana), and "certainly out of the front carrier into the stroller". Why? Because, the implication was, doing otherwise interferes with her independence.
Yes. We're going to chuck her and her sister out any day now and make them earn their keep. Judging from Ana's example, I don't think that I need to start lugging heavy-ass strollers everywhere just to enforce some dubious notions of independence on the child who can't even walk yet.
Stupid book.
The following links describe your average seven-month-old child:
http://parenting.lifestyle.excite.com/newbaby/newbaby_babydev/dev_sevenmonth.html
http://www.babycenter.com/refcap/baby/babydevelopment/724.html
And yes, they describe her. She is fully crawling, she can pull up to standing... well, kinda..., she's been able to bear weight for ages now, and she sobs while crawling after us if we happen to leave the room for a second. It's adorably pathetic.
While she doesn't have a favorite stuffed animal, she's starting to develop a favorite rattle - the one that's attached to the mei-tai. She falls asleep holding it when we're out, and is very happy to see it if I take it off the sling. (Of course, she's also happy to see the sling, because she thinks it means we're going outside.) So I think I'll pick up another one or two like it so I don't have to keep detatching it. (I should know by now to not visit store-sites, I now have a new list of things to waste my money on. Oy vey...)
She *definitely* knows the words clap (will clap on cue, even without any prompting motions from an adult) and no (will pause, visibly reconsider, and then generally do whatever-it-was anyway. Or try to - that's where adults step in and move either child or forbidden object). And I think I caught her going "dididi" at us when we said "bye-bye", but that's probably an overactive imagination on my part :)
She loves peek-a-boo, and Baby of DoomTM and various handgames. And, of course, clapping. I'm trying to get her into high-fives now, since I'm sick and tired of all the damn clapping. And it's only been a few days. I can see months of this stretching out in front of me.
Had some sweet potato the other day. Didn't like it. One little cube of sweet potato got swallowed - and it came out the other end, still a cube of sweet potato. Which raises the question: Why are we doing this if she can't digest it anyway? And why do people think that solids will "fill up" a baby better than milk? Because, clearly, they don't. They pass through undigested and, frankly (if disgustingly), I suspect that I could wash that little sweet potato bit and it'd be exactly the same, just really really disgusting.
But that's another subject for another day. Can you tell I was *really* bored today?
Here's where Evangeline should be in another month or so.
