eight months

Jul. 24th, 2017 09:40 am
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Yesterday the prince was eight months old.

He is crawling everywhere and transitioning easily from crawling to sitting and back again. He pulls himself up to standing effortlessly when he's holding our hands (we're not pulling him - just providing passive resistance) and is working on it using various furniture items, but he's never confident they won't move or his feet won't skid, assuming he can get his feet oriented properly in the first place (50/50). And our coffee table has a lower shelf thing that he can grab and pull himself up most of the way but he usually senses that he's about to bump his head on the top of the table so he stops. (Yesterday he did fetch himself a clunk up there, poor kid. And the night before last he was sitting up and reaching forward for something and before I could see what happened he'd pitched right over and bonked his forehead on the floor. Both of these happened when he was getting tired and probably therefore pretty uncoordinated. Still not so fun for him.)

He babbles constantly and it's probably frustrating to him that we mostly don't understand what he's saying. I think I recall from my college and grad school days that by this age he understands language pretty well and as far as he's concerned that's what he's producing, but to us it sounds like "da da da da da AAAAAA" and that could mean anything from "I love Daddy" to "how many times do I have to tell you there is poop in my pants," so - there's progress to be made. :-)

We have mostly (knock wood) conquered nap time. His naps at home are often no more than about half an hour, but he does at least seem to understand that nap time is a thing, so the epic struggle is mostly behind us. Only took four months. Whew.

No teeth yet. Every couple of weeks he has a medium-strength meltdown that we can't explain so it's hard to solve, but so far it's generally been either an ear infection or an overload from working on a new skill (sitting, crawling, etc.). One of these times it's going to be teething, but it hasn't been so far. Drooling buckets, though. Buckets.

He likes to give us hugs and kisses, but he accomplishes this by grabbing onto whatever he can reach and pulling us toward his open mouth. So I took out my earrings, as I may have said before, because he'll grab a whole ear but his little fingers occasionally got hooked in the hoops and nobody wants that kind of tugging. He grabs eyebrows, so you have to close your eyes fast or get a slobbery thumb right in the eye socket. He noms my chin or my cheekbone (or my knee) as though he were nursing. Or teething. He strokes my hair when he's resting his head on my shoulder, which is sweet, but he grabs it and sucks on it whether it's in a ponytail or not, and I've had almost no success convincing him mommy's hair is not a snack. I may end up cutting it soon after all. (I'm trying to do less "no, no" and more affirmative redirection. "We play with the toys, not with the floor coverings" when he pulls up the corner of the interlocking mat and puts the interlocking bits in his mouth - or when he puts the fringes of a rug in his mouth that has been on one floor or another for 20 years. "Gentle hands" rather than "No no ow." And so on.)

His favorite foods are bananas and applesauce, and he also enjoys pears, mangoes, sweet potatoes, peaches, and peas and tolerates carrots and cantaloupe. We've got prunes in reserve in the basement for when we need them, but he doesn't eat those regularly. (He likes them fine when he does eat them, though.) Next experiment is chickpeas, with which I made a very pasty baby starter hummus yesterday (no garlic, no tahini, just chickpeas and water and a tiny bit of olive oil); if he hates them we'll make hummus out of them for the grown-ups, but I'm optimistic that he will like them fine. And then next: more complex proteins! I've got my eye on chicken.

Once in a blue moon I am monumentally frustrated by this kid when e.g. he bites me while nursing or he keeps squealing and I can't work out what will make him knock it off or he (rarely anymore) wakes up crying at night and can't easily get back to sleep. But mostly he is marvelous. The way he turns toward us when he falls asleep in our arms and tucks his little face into our shoulders is - well, it's what I've always wanted. From time to time I look at him playing with his dad and I could burst into fragments from how happy I am that I have this husband whom I love and who loves me and this kid whom I adore and they are also so nuts about each other. The pair of them are simply the best things that have ever happened to me. I always hold him (the baby, I mean) for a couple of minutes after he's finished nursing at bedtime and just look at him, but sometimes I think I could hold him all night. (NB the times I have considered that I might have to hold him all night have not been wonderful times.) The way he loves us is - literally, according to the actual definition of the word - awesome. When I'm completely exhausted it's sometimes helpful to remind myself that more of the time I'm overwhelmed with joy.

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