M&M’s will never taste the same

7823DD17-AAD6-4F17-A473-89EC720AEB72_zpsrrrbmria (1)A few weeks ago, about a month after her 2nd birthday, Hannah started showing signs of being ready for potty training. She’d pull at her diaper and say something to that resembled “change diaper” and she showed interest in using the little pink toilet that we had sitting in the bathroom. One of my favorite stories that I’ll be telling until I can no longer talk is the first time she actually took off her pants and diaper and went into the bathroom because she knew she had to potty – she proceeded to put her hands on the wall, lean forward, and spread eagle over the toilet so she could “pee like daddy.” She was about as accurate as me too.

Because our beloved sitter Vicki wasn’t up for potty training toddlers (she had 2 others in her care) we decided to expedite the inevitable and enroll Hannah into daycare about a month and a half earlier than we planned. This wasn’t an easy decision, for many reasons, not least of which was the fact that we’d soon be paying about 50 more dollars a week at a daycare compared to what we were paying for in-home care. However, because it’s all about the munchkin and no longer about the Benjamins, we got her signed up and enrolled. After a series of snafus with our first choice (to put it nicely) we pulled a switcheroo, and now we’re loving her current “school.” (I know Joan will read this – we love your school as well and may end up there at some point 🙂 )

Hannah is now at Grace Point’s Kiddie Prep School and doing great. They are very hands-on with the potty training. We’re a week in and she’s having 1-2 accidents per day, usually one at school and one at home. It’s not going to happen overnight, we understand that, so it’s a fairly taxing ordeal. Every time we go through things like this I have more and more respect for my brother and sister-in-law – man, I just cannot imagine doing all this x2 with twins.

While the daycare is successful with getting Hannah to sit on the throne using stickers as collateral, we’ve resorted to mini M&M’s, fruit snacks, candy corn, whatever it takes. And talk about a rampant little mind – all I want her to do is take a leak and Hannah goes from being engrossed in Little Mermaid to dancing to dropping her drawers in the bathroom and sitting for half a second to running around the family room giggling pants-less to back to sitting on the potty for 3 seconds then to a meltdown about Ducky not being with her then another meltdown about Mommy not being in the room…then finally finishing that potty session. And this is every 30-45 minutes. Exhausting.

Something no one tells you until you’re in the thick of it is that it’s called “potty” training and not “potty and poop” training for a reason. That’s because apparently learning how to drop a deuce on a toilet is not the easiest thing for a 2 year old to grasp – even one that’s related to me! Not surprisingly, it’s much more comfortable, natural, and satisfying to just let it go in your diaper, or now in our case, undies. There really aren’t too many messier situations than changing a poo-filled pull-up diaper or size 4T underwear. It’s become second nature with the regular Pampers – just undo the velcro, lift the butt, and slide the diaper right out. Now, it’s much more complicated than that with pull-ups or panties. And by complicated, I mean shit gets everywhere. Maybe I’m just bad at it, but it gets on her legs, feet, my hands, the changing pad, the dresser, everywhere. A couple of times I’ve felt like the kid in Slumdog Millionaire who really wants that autograph.

We’re looking at the bright side, though. We really don’t want to have two in diapers at the same time. And the second one will be here before we know it (the OB’s crystal ball says March 10 as a matter of fact!)…so no pressure or anything Hannah. She’s well on her way, but we know there’s a long way to go, and this road isn’t exactly paved with gold.

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September 9, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Uncategorized, Updates. Leave a comment.

KeyGate: Anyone seen my keys?

I’ve recently asserted that Hannah has a funnybone. What we didn’t realize is that she’s actually a serial prankster. Look at this photo. These keys were missing for a week before on a whim I decided to look closely at her toy collection to see if they were somehow mixed up in the bins. And there they are, sitting in the ball-shooter-upper-machine.IMG_1427

I have a couple of theories on why she did this.

  1. She’s protesting our comings and goings. We live fairly busy lives, I tend to overcommit to various activities, and there are times when we may not get to spend as much time at home with Hannah as we’d like. Now, I’d like to think we make up for that with the excessive amount of love, hugs, kisses, treats, and praise we shower on her daily. Maybe that’s not enough. Maybe she’s saying, “Hey parents, you think you can just come and go as you please, without my permission or blessing? Well think again.” Fortunately for us she’s not even 2 so she doesn’t understand the concept of having spares.
  2. She’s practicing to be a magician and this was a magic trick gone wrong. We have no idea when she took Sam’s keys from her purse or off the counter and placed them in the toy. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe it was just part of her act and she just made them disappear from spot A and reappear in spot B. Again, she’s not even 2, so we shouldn’t be surprised if the trick doesn’t work every time.

What I do know is replacing keys in the year 2014 is expensive. The dealerships should be ashamed at their prices. I’ve had to resort to Amazon to purchase a new key fob, and luckily a locksmith friend referred me to a guy who apparently has a machine that no other locksmith has within 3 states. It’s like we’re trying to reproduce the key to a damn spaceship.

People have been very helpful by the way. Someone suggested we have a hook to hang our keys on. Yep, have one of those. “Where did you have them last?” someone else asked. At home, exactly where the car that I drove them with is. It’s great that we have technology that allows us to unlock, lock, and start our vehicles from a distance. But by now shouldn’t they be able to do that without the actual key costing almost as much as a car payment? My guess is they can, but how would they make more money doing that?

I’m convinced the auto industry bailout was a hoax, GM actually got their finances straight by stealing everyone’s keys. On second  thought, they probably paid a bunch of mischievous toddlers to do the dirty work for them! Someone call Edward Snowden and let’s get to the bottom of this.

Some quick updates on Hannah as we approach her 2nd birthday:

  • She’s counting to 10 and even recognizes the numbers 1-9 out of order. We’re impressed by that. But we’re biased.
  • She’s piecing together the ABC’s and loves the song.
  • She sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Let it Go quite often. And it never, ever fails to bring a smile to our faces.
  • She also loves Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Wheels on the Bus, Ring Around the Rosie.
  • She loves the piano. I hope she has a knack for music, that’s a talent Sam nor I have.
  • She weighs a little over 30 lbs and seems to tower over other kids her age and older.
  • It’s not all sunshine and roses. She’s got a temper like a rattlesnake and flips her demeanor by the minute, sometimes by the second.
  • There’s no greater sound in the world to Sam or me than her laugh. It absolutely melts me and I will resort to the goofiest, dumbest tactics to get it out of her.
  • She pretty much lives on mac n cheese, cheesy rice, and milk at home. Oh, she’ll eat just about anything at Vicki’s (her wonderful babysitter), grandmas’, or anywhere Sam and I are not. And she won’t let us put anything in her hair, yet she’d probably let Godzilla give her a ponytail. Yeah yeah, we know, she walks all over us, we’re working on it.

May 30, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. 2 comments.

$h!t hits the fan

First, let me apologize ahead of time for the impending salty language. We’re typically not vulgar people, but we are human. And every once in awhile, ok occasionally…fine, often times our words can be a little colorful. However, we understand that a toddler is very impressionable and a budding impressionist. As I’ve mentioned before, even as a sub-2 year old Hannah seems to have a genuine sense of humor. Which tickles me beyond words. But there’s a time and a place, and age-appropriateness, and at TargIMG_0769et the other night she mimicked my potty mouth and got a kick out of it. Sadly, so did I.

The kid loves her pacifier. But when she sees something she wants to eat or drink she tosses her passy aside and makes her demand. We try to do our parental duty and have her find the pacifier and hand it to us, then ask nicely with a please, but sometimes we get distracted. In this particular case Hannah and I were heading toward checkout and she requested some ‘nana, so I told her she needed to wait until we paid for them and got to the car. What I didn’t do was watch where the pacifier landed. Next thing I know we’re putting bags in the car, I pick her up out of the cart, and realize I don’t have the pacifier. And neither does she.

“Oh shit” I muttered. Barely above my breath. But being that she was 6 inches away from my face, paying full attention to me, and is a human tape recorder, she replied back “chit.” I did a double-take and she said it again, this time with a big smile, “chit. chit.” Now at this point I’m fighting back laughter, but I can tell she sensed my surprise and suppressed delight from the get-go. She had me at “chit.” Anyone who knows Hannah has to be smiling right now picturing the little shit cheesing while sweetly saying “chit.” She must have said it 5 more times from the time we went back in to get replacement pacifiers (she only had one left at home and we’re not yet prepared for the impending separation battle – don’t judge), to the time she was strapped back in her seat and we’re headed for home.

That was Tuesday night and I haven’t heard it out of her since, so we’re in the clear for now…but I know it’s just a matter of time before it happens again. We love that her vocabulary seems to double daily, but I don’t think we’re ready for a little Eddie Murphy just yet.

March 15, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

(Unintentional) Violence is not the answer

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I know we’re not the only ones with a nearly two year old who can lose her mind at the drop of the hat for seemingly little or no reason at all. Hence these websites: reasonsmysoniscrying.com and themetapicture.com/why-my-kid-is-crying/. Funny stuff. And it’s pretty normal, from what we can tell, especially when they still can’t quite communicate verbally as clearly as we or they’d like. Hannah has had a few meltdowns lately, she’s been fighting a stomach bug and the discomfort and lack of appetite causes her to be crankier than usual, you know like the Snickers commercials.

However, I’m here to address a distant cousin of that behavior – the joy of causing mom and dad pain. Toddlers love cause and effect. I throw down my cup, mom or dad picks it up. I scatter food everywhere and Cleo comes scrambling. We do our best to not reinforce it, or worse, giggle, but it’s tough. But I’ve never, in my life, laughed through so much physical pain.

Here’s a rundown from just the last couple of weeks. Pulling mommy’s hair (to Hannah’s defense, there’s a lot there to grab!) causes a shriek. Grabbing daddy’s cheeks with both hands like a zombie grandma gets a loud “ow ow ow”! The past two weeks I’ve sported battle wounds from sharp little nails on my forehead, cheeks, and the back of the neck (riding the horse is fun!). She damn near poked my eyeball out while practicing anatomy identification. Every time it happens we try not to encourage it, but her adorable smile and infectious chuckle just melts us. We’re suckers and we know it. The worst of it, though, happened about 10 minutes before the Super Bowl this past weekend.

Sam was innocently helping Hannah pick up her books. As Sam lay there on her back Hannah walked up with “Time for Bed Sleepyhead“, a 1/2 inch board book that weighs a good 2-3 pounds, and gave it to mommy. Unfortunately, she didn’t just hand it to her, she dropped it with the binding straight down and Sam caught it with her face. Right on the nose. I was in the kitchen cleaning up and heard a little yelp and a meek “Jacob” and looked to see Sam rushing to the bathroom face in her hands. Hannah just smiled and watched having no idea what she’d done (at least we hope). I didn’t realize what happened until I went into the bathroom where, much to my concern, I saw blood everywhere. On the toilet. On the floor and the counter. Looked like a scene right out a movie that you wouldn’t watch past midnight. Later we saw it all over the light switch.

Luckily for Sam it just caught her right on the tip – easy for me to say because it wasn’t my nose, we all know how much it hurts to get hit in the sniffer – and caused a lot of bleeding, but evidently no breakage or serious damage. Of course Hannah went into hysterics because mommy was upset and in pain and couldn’t pick her up and daddy was rushing around getting towels and ice. After a few minutes the ladies of the house were calmed down and back to normal, but for a minute you’d think you walked into a barroom brawl!

We know we have a lot of work to do to curb the innocent, but painful  acts of our curious little hellion, and I’ve heard from those who have boys that Hannah’s antics are mild in comparison, but for right now one of our biggest struggles is suppressing the humor we find in her destructive ways. Who knows, the girl just might have a future in physical comedy, we just need her to smash watermelons and not our faces!

February 5, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

More Bam Bam than Pebbles

This one may piss off the ACLU, we could be facing litigation from the folks at Geico, and my knowledge of early mankind can certainly be called into question since it’s primarily based on TV and movies. However, I have a lot of reason to believe Hannah is the intellectual equivalent of a 20-year old male caveman. Just hear me out.

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She communicates through various grunts, groans, whines, whimpers, and wails, accompanied by the occasional point. Actual, audible and decipherable words are still few and far between. Don’t get me wrong, she’s building up quite an impressive vocabulary (to us), but very rarely does she use them yet without being prompted or encouraged. Why would you when a simple “unh?” or “ach!” will do? Pretty neanderthal-ish, huh?

She has very little regard for her own bodily waste. Correction, she has no distaste for it. Really, she finds it interesting and amusing. One of her favorite “games” is to get out of the bathtub, fight through me holding a towel like a linebacker in pursuit shedding a sluggish offensive lineman, and make a break for her bedroom. Immediately upon entry she turns around, looks back at me, grins and grunts. A half-second later there’s a little dark wet spot at her feet and a liquid streak down her inner leg. This is hilarious! To her. Very primitive if you ask me.

The most impressive thing she’s done recently, however, was discover that throwing something down on a hard floor causes it to either break, crack, leak or just do something different than it did before. Water cup with a tight lid and straw? Not much fun, barely leaks. But slam it down like Shaq on the kitchen tile and you can create yourself a nice little puddle. Can’t get the lid off your teddy grahams? Spike it, do the Icky Shuffle, and help yourself to a nice little snack. I joke, but it was actually really cool to see her figure this out for the first time. Pretty cute, too. But then it got old real quick.

That pretty much summarizes our parenting experience thus far – for every 10 seconds of genuine pride and amazement we feel when she learns something new on her own, we have 10 hours of trying to teach her to use

this new found power for good and not evil.

You know, after re-reading all this and giving it some thought, maybe I’m wrong. Unintelligible communications, potty humor, and breaking things for fun? Maybe a more appropriate comparison would be to a 21-year old college kid who recently discovered Jager bombs and penny pitchers. She reminds me a lot of some friends who attended IU, one of which is now doing really well in a highly paid profession. Either way, caveman or undergrad, she’s our little cutie and we wouldn’t trade her for anything. Well, at least until she discovers fire. Then we’re really in trouble.

November 24, 2013. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

Sometimes exhaustion brings the answer

IMAG1260Over the past few months Hannah’s had some changes in her sleep pattern. No surprise, right? Yeah, well, that’s understating it a bit. She basically relapsed back to how she was in the infant stage – for a while she absolutely dreaded and despised sleeping by herself.

It started innocently enough one Sunday night about 5 weeks ago. She woke up crying around 2 or 3 am, which was normal. I organized my one-man search party, found her pacifier, popped it in her mouth and headed back to bed, like I had done the previous 200 or so nights. Typically, she would just lie back down and go back to sleep without a fuss. Not this particular night, though. She spat out the pacifier like Sam feeding me a brussel sprout and started screaming. I gave her a couple of minutes then went back in, took her downstairs and got her back to sleep. No big deal I thought, this happens occasionally. Little did I know this was going to be the first of 3 straight weeks of frustrating, agonizing, exhausting and utterly defeating nights. It’s all a blur now, as most phases tend to be after the fact, but at the time those were some of the most challenging weeks we’ve faced in our short parenthood experience.

Every single night for those 3 weeks she was up 1, 2, even 3 times, shrieking, screeching and wailing like she was beyond scared, almost terrified and Sam and I took turns coming to the rescue. The only way to calm her down was to pick her up and hold her on the recliner, often with a bottle, which led to many nights of us half-sleeping with her on us. Oh, we’d try to return her to bed, but sometimes just the slightest movement would jolt her awake and into a rage, so back to the recliner we went. I even started setting the couch up as a bed and we slept there a couple of times instead of the chair. One thing we did avoid, and I’m really glad we did, was bringing her into our bed. That’s still sacred ground to us after 10pm!

We asked around and talked to people and some different theories were proposed – at one point we even thought maybe she was seeing ghosts! The most sensible answer seems to be a combination of separation anxiety – she hated waking up or falling asleep without us – combined with some bad dreams that were spooking her. I’m not sure what kind of nightmares her young little imagination can concoct, she’s just about as sheltered as humanly possible, so I’m guessing maybe she’s dreaming that she’s sucking a bottle and can’t get anything out or perhaps she’s being attacked by a kiwi – those things are kinda creepy if you ask me, weird hairy fruit.

Finally, after 3 weeks of this, I went into her room one night and instead of picking her up and heading downstairs I pleaded with her to go back to sleep. At first, I was leaning down eye level with her, then I sank to my knees, and finally just laid down next to her crib. What happened next? The little bugger lied down in her crib as close to the edge as possible, let out a little baby sigh (one of the greatest noises of all time by the way), and closed her eyes. I fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up with a crick in my neck, but with a smile on my face – I just had a feeling that the mighty night terror had been defeated! And of all the different things we tried, wouldn’t you know it that the simple of act of lying down out of desperate exhaustion was just what she needed. I’m sure she sensed our frustration and was probably just as tired of the routine as we were, and just wanted us close by.

The next couple of nights we repeated that process and she slept better than she had in a month. Lately, over the course of the past week or two she’s slept all the way through the night as many times as not, so progress has definitely been made. However, we’ve been humbled and tricked enough over these past 15 months to know that it’s going to change again sooner than later, but for now we’re just so grateful to get uninterrupted sleep a few nights a week!

Next, on Adventures of Hannah – bad mood, bad appetite, and giving mom a bad back! Stay tuned.

October 6, 2013. Tags: , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

Things we learned after throwing a birthday party for a child for the first time…Part 1

Did you know…Latex balloons filled with helium do not float for 24 hours unless you specify that you need them to? We found this out the hard way in preparing for Hannah’s first birthday party. Thinking we could get ahead of the game, I went to Party City Saturday afternoon and had a bunch filled. When I got home I put them in the spare bedroom for safekeeping. On game day Sam went to get them and gasped at what she found: there they were, slumped pathetically on the floor, like scolded puppies with their ribbon tails between their legs. It was a shocking, confusing, heartbreaking and appalling scene. Just senseless, they were less than a day old. Later in the morning I went to Kroger to pick up the cake, ice, some other accessories and grabbed a half dozen more. It was then that I was enlightened to the 6-hour rule…apparently helium is a precious and rare gas these days, so they “water down” the air in the tank with oxygen, and you’re only guaranteed 6 hours of floating time. Complete rip-off, I know! Luckily for all the little balloon enthusiasts attending the party, the helpful helium tank attendant introduced me to “Hi-float,” which is apparently helium with a double-dose of Cialis, because it which lasts, much longer than 6 hours. Much to Hannah’s delight, those babies were still floating proudly today!IMAG1102

July 1, 2013. Tags: , , , , , . Observations and musings. 1 comment.

Walk this way!

Milestones are awesome. First smile. First tooth. First full night’s sleep! However, not every achievement is easily marked. For instance, what defines “walking?” Is it just a couple of consecutive steps? Or, perhaps it’s making it across the room without falling? We may not know the Imageexact date of when Hannah started walking, but she’s certainly doing it, and there’s no cuter thing in the world (to us) than watching her stagger around with her hands up and a big smile on her face like a drunken little T-Rex that just got her fingernails painted. Someone must have shown her footage of me stumbling home from the bars in Muncie because she walks just like her daddy!

We’ve been warned about the Pandora’s box that opens up when little tykes start trekking on two feet, but who actually comprehends what they’re being told when it comes to first-time parenting? It’s just so damn exciting to see them learn something new. Nothing is safe from here on out though…we already lost a laptop after it jumped off the kitchen table with the help of a flailing little hand. Her ability to grab a dangling cord while being whisked around the dining room on her Fisher Price race car was extremely impressive, I have to admit!

May 29, 2013. Tags: , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

Can we have this to go please?

We recently discovered that an hour wait, a missed nap, and noisy, unfamiliar surroundings can quickly cause an 8 month old to go from happy and curious to agitated and restless to crying and pissed off in just a matter of minutes. OK, so we already knew that, but we’ve been smart and/or lucky enough so far to avoid such a situation…until recently, when Hannah made her first restaurant visit. We had a feeling that the long wait could be the first ingredient in a recipe for disaster, but the night started out just fine. The waiting area was packed and this lovely March weather pre photo IMAG0846-1_zpsb7b15e6f.jpgvented us from waiting outside, so we all (mom, Josh, Jill, Mariah, Monica and us) managed to carve out our own little section right in the path of the nice employees attempting to seat and serve tables. Hannah actually made it through the wait just fine, but we could tell she was getting a tired and hungry. The cute little squirt is a timebomb, and while Sam and I can usually cut the red wire before the timer hits zero, sometimes there’s stopping it. This was one of those times.

We had our bottle warmer plugged in behind the hostess station and it was ready about the time we were seated. Success. Then started my scavenger hunt. (Listen to this while reading the next few sentences) Head to the table with baby and baggage to help get Hannah seated in her high chair. Over to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. Back to the table to drop it off. Down to the hostess station to grab the bottle and bottle warmer. Return to the table to drop off the bottle. Go to the bathroom to wash of the pacifier that fell under our neighbor’s chair. Finally, I got back to the table and sat down to order with everyone. Hannah reluctantly took a few bites and sipped a little milk, but she was starting to get a little restless and wasn’t all that interested in refreshments. She didn’t finish the food or bottle, but she definitely wasn’t full. The fuse was lit and it was a quick burner. While to us it actually felt like hours, as I’m sure it did for our neighbors at surrounding tables, it was probably only 20-30 minutes of actual discomfort. Sam did her best to keep Hannah entertained, walking her around the restaurant in an attempt to distract and calm her. Meanwhile, I ate, cause that’s what I do best. In hindsight, we probably should have left the restaurant a little earlier and took our food with us. I finished mine, but Sam felt so bad for our neighboring tables that she barely ate…so hers came home in a container and she got to eat it cold a little later. Moms are the bomb. At the time, it was so loud in there that we could barely hear Hannah, so it didn’t seem like it could be bothering anyone. Sam begs to differ. We packed up and headed out. It was a delightful ride home, a screaming baby in the backseat and two flustered, frustrated parents in the front. All ended well though, we got her in her jammies and she took a bottle and passed out like nothing even happened. Short memory that one.

Lesson learned: baby’s first visit or visits to a restaurant should be when he/she is well-rested and during non-peak hours. There is a lot for them to process, all 5 senses are being stimulated at the same time. We had been avoiding doing too much in public for months with the flu being so nasty this year and Hannah only being half-vaccinated, so it’s something we needed to ease into. Well, that night was the equivalent of taking a high school freshman to a nightclub on spring break – too much to see, taste, hear, touch and smell for the first time. Luckily, Hannah didn’t get alcohol poisoning or fall off a balcony, she just shed a few tears and exercised her vocal cords a bit. No harm done!

March 31, 2013. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

‘Tis the Season

While it’s been a couple of months since I’ve written anything, that’s not to say there isn’t anything to write about. Hannah is 6 months old, I’ve been at my new job a year, we’ve been in the new house a couple of months, it’s going to be 2013 in a few days, the Yankees are treating the offseason like they are the Rays and slashing payroll…there’s definitely no shortage of things happening…however, finding the time and motivation to think and write (or exercise, socialize, organize or any other -ize) is a challenge. Just when we start to get in a groove and feel comfortable doing some things regularly or spontaneously (see the -izes), life throws a curve. Hannah has her second ear infection in 6 weeks along with a cold much worse than the first one (coincidentally, that’s the last time I posted), so just when sleeping and eating patterns get established they then get thrown out of whack. Also, Sam is sick for the second time in as many months as well. She’s not been quarantined this time around, but I feel so bad for her. Meanwhile, me and my immune system are working hard to fight off the nasty stuff going around, but it’s hard to imagine I won’t succumb at some point. Fun stuff that comes with Hannah being sick: Loss of appetite – check. Diarrhea and diaper rash caused by antibiotic – check. Fussier than usual – check. Sleeping more during the day than at night – check. So basically she’s me after a particularly excessive week of drinking in college. At least she has a good excuse.

Let’s focus on the good. There’s plenty of that. She takes a while to warm up to strangers, but her smile is worth the wait. She’s sitting up pretty much on her own, just needs a little help getting there – come to think of it, kind of reminds me of when I had to help Sam sit up when she was pregnant. I think maybe Hannah‘s starting to get a little lazy though. If she leans too far one way she goes down, head first of course since it weighs more than the rest of her body, and she doesn’t even try to catch herself. If we don’t catch her then she lands on her head and we get a look like “dude, thought you had me!” She doesn’t usually complain when she falls, unless she’s in the garage playing with my nail gun or blow torch, then she cries when she face-plants. But I try to catch her there because the floor is hard and greasy and leaves a mark, I don’t want people to think I’m irresponsible or something. Another indication that she’s got her dad’s lazy gene is when she is lying down on the floor playing she doesn’t want to go after anything. She just half-ass waves her arms, stares at the object and grunts. If we don’t help her get to the toy then she whines, cries or channels her focus onto something else. Maybe she’s just working on harnessing the force. If that’s the case it’s not strong with her. She’s actually getting close to crawling. She can get up on her knees, but when she then tries to get up on her hands and straighten her arms, her legs slide back out from under her. Then she scoots her legs back up and her arms fail. Coordination just isn’t quite there. Thinking it will be in another month or two.

A couple of teeth are coming in. That’s a delight. I have to imagine that to her it’s confusing and concerning. All of a sudden there’s these hard, rigid nubs coming out of her lower gums and they hurt like hell. She’s constantly feeling them with her tongue, kind of resembles a toothless old man gumming a pretzel or dog who can’t get the peanut butter off its chin. Really nice descriptions of my precious baby daughter huh? Orajel seems to work wonders, but half the time I get it on her tongue and lips and she drools like crazy. Tried some Hyland’s teething tablets, but I don’t think she’s ready for those yet. They are supposed to dissolve under her tongue. Good luck getting anything to stay under a 6 month old’s numb, slobbery tongue. We’re slowly figuring out the magic combination of solutions, which includes teething toys, cold wet cloth, Tylenol, Orajel, teething tablets and when all else fails, rubbing her gums/teeth with her fingers or ours. It’s all trial and error, and her preferences change daily.

Some other quick things. She’s starting to eat real food. So far it’s mainly just been oatmeal and rice cereal. Tried sweet potatoes for the first time, OK at first, but not a big fan just yet. Once she’s had some real food I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that. No words yet, just lots of babbling and moaning. Working on “da-da” and “ma-ma.” And “dammit you suck A-Rod.” We’ll have that down by mid-summer I think. She’s growing like crazy, over 17 lbs and into 9 month clothing. Hair is starting to come in, pretty thin and light though. Very “Hammer-ish”. And her eyes look like they’re going to be brown like her daddy’s or greenish-brown like mommy’s. I keep hearing she looks like me and my standard response is “poor kid’…I think she looks like Sam too though. Hard to tell just yet, but there’s still hope!

That”s all for now, happy new year everyone!

December 30, 2012. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

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