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| September 15, 2009 |
Crawling Prep
One morning I went to put him down for tummy time and instead of going down on his belly, he put his knees down and stayed up on all fours like he'd been doing it his whole life. I was shocked and excited. I clapped for him and just generally enthused as only a mother can at 5:30 am.
I was amazed at how comfortable he seemed in that position, and it called to mind my ongoing suspicion that he secretly practices all his developmental moves in the privacy of his crib before rolling them out for public performance. And my suspicions were confirmed, because several times since I've gone into his room in the morning to find him up on all fours.
He's been on all fours for about two weeks now. He's gotten more comfortable transitioning from sitting to all fours, and he has started doing a lot more rocking while on all fours, but still no actual crawling. Within the last two days he has taken to rolling himself off his brightly colored, carefully padded play area and onto the wooden floor. This morning he was wearing his fleece sleeper (finally cold nights in Nashville) and he was trying to reach a big cloth block. Somehow his trying to push up on his hands, combined with his slippery fleece sleeper, made him keep slipping/scooting backwards. Like moonwalking, only scooting on his tummy and rotating a bit. This sort of behavior is apparently a precursor to crawling as well, because it gets him accustomed to the idea that he can make himself move around.
Observing him through some of these moments has given me a sense of what may be his emerging personality. The books (and personal observation) say that some kids are just more bold and active. That they will see a toy in front of them but out of reach and fling themselves at it, and over successive efforts of flopping forward, they somehow learn to catch themselves and scoot forward. Liam is more calculating. He quickly developed a sense of what he could reach when fully extended, and rarely if ever falls over from over reaching. Sometimes when I try to tempt him into scooting forward by putting a loved toy just out of reach he seems to cock his head to the side and solemnly consider the toy, as if calculating distance. When he decides it is just too far he turns his attention to something else.
He seems to have an approach to life that involves considering and observing for a while first until he is sure of himself. This reminds me of a long ago conversation on a road trip. So Ian, if you are reading this, I think Liam is a "line" who likes to take things slow and steady, rather than a crazy "spiral" like his mom.
Foods
He is making great headway on solid foods, and is now working with soft mashed (rather than blended) foods, like pieces of avocado, sweet potato, or well cooked white beans. To date he has tried: peas, zucchini, sweet potato, rice, quinoa, green beans, broccoli, butternut squash, lamb, turkey, white beans, prunes, blueberries, yogurt, carrots, apples, pears. He has also had a few spices, including the nutrient packed oregano and cumin. He seems to really like his beans flavored with oregano and cumin and mixed with rice or quinoa. But his all time favorites are broccoli and sweet potato, and yogurt (especially blueberry flavor). The kid just can't get enough of it. He tends to have broccoli at almost every meal. After looking up the nutritional content of broccoli (it really is a powerhouse!) it seems hard not to give him all he wants. When eating one of his favorites, he is like an impatient little bird, always with his beak open, leaning forward. If I take too long to deliver the next mouthful he gets impatient and starts reaching for the bowl himself.
This is another developmental moment: he is showing so much more interest in food. Now, whenever Terry or I eat or drink something, he is right there, staring at us like a hawk. If it is even remotely in reach, his little chubby baby fingers are insistently trying to get at whatever were eating.
But this increased interest in food is also a bit ironic. This is a kid who will put ANYTHING in his mouth. Sock? yup, in the mouth. Blocks, stuffed animals, my clothes, his play mat. Anything. Except food. When I put bits of food on his eating tray, all he wants to do is bang it with his hands or possibly grab it in tiny fists and clutch it. Anything really, except bring it to his mouth.
When the food isn't too staining I will let him mash his hands into the dish if he wants while I feed him. The only cost of this is that I sort of have to squeegie him down at the end because a quarter of his food is spread on his hands or face.
We've started giving him a few of those infant puffs cereal at the end of meals (they sort of melt in your mouth), to help him develop interest and confidence in self-feeding, to explore different textures including more solid foods, and to practice the pincer grip. He will bang on them or grab them in his fist. He will occasionally toss them over the side. But I have never seen him try to raise one to his mouth. (for very amusing pictures, click here).
Should I be concerned? Is that normal?
Who knows. But he's having a good time.
After these food baths, thanks to his increased interest in mucking about in his food, he is usually exceptionally messy. When eating carrots before the UVa game in September, I swear he looked like one of those college boys painting their face bright orange in support of the team colors. It is not unusual to find stray bits of food dried behind his ears, in his ears, in his hair, up a nostril, or in his eyebrows. So after dinner I've taken to giving him a more thorough washing off than just a simple cloth wipe down can provide.
So I strap him out of his little chair and we go into the bathroom. I run a little stream of warm water and wash his hands and face off. After a few times I noticed how incredibly interested in the water he was. He also really liked to touch the faucet and handles. He didn't seem particularly fascinated by the falling stream of water, which I thought might be interesting. Rather, he was interested in how it pooled up in the basin.
I let him pat his hands and feet into the water and he wriggled and splashed water everywhere and squealed with delight. Every few seconds he would look up into the mirror and give me the hugest grin, his mouth wide with pleasure and his eyes little crescents of baby joy. And the look on his face seemed to say "Are you seeing this?! This is incredible. Amazing!!" And then he'd go back to splashing.
I have so enjoyed these little moments of pure baby joy that an after-dinner foray to the sink has become a part of our bedtime routine. And no matter how long I let him play there, he is never tired of it. So finally when I lift him to take him away he always wriggles his whole body back in the direction of the sink, his little arms flailing and reaching out for it.
Temporary Cosleeping
For the last week he's been sick and snotty. Lucky me, I also caught his cold and it knocked me for a doosey. The upside is that I get a ringside seat to all the symptoms that he doesn't have the words to tell me about (like the sore throat and pressure headaches). The downside is that he now sleeps terribly. Generally he goes down okay, but then he wakes up crying every hour. Every. Hour. Ugh.
So for the last three nights or so we have taken him into our bed to sleep with us. This is the first time we've tried sleeping with him since he was a tiny newborn. On one hand, it is one of the sweetest, tenderest experiences. The first night he settled in quietly between us and just stared at me, placidly open eyed. I stared back, just taking in those sweet little baby cheeks, soft baby eyes and delicate baby lashes. Slowly his eyelids got heavier and heavier and went gently to sleep. But before he drifted off, he reached one hand out in each direction and patted around until he had one hand resting on me and one on Terry.
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| Okay, not exactly a picture of all of us cosleeping, but we don't usually have a photographer around to document that. So here's a cute photo of him passed out on his playmat. Notice that adorable little butt up in the air. |
So tonight, just moments ago, we heard him cry for the third time since we put him down. We tried to let him work his way through it, but he just kept crying and fussing. So finally (again) I went in there and picked him up. He settled a bit as soon as I picked him up. I took him into our bedroom where Terry had prepared the bed for him (a spot in the middle with our pillows as roll buffers on either side) and I gently put him down on our bed. Not kidding, the instant the kid hit the mattress he sighed contentedly and rolled over onto one side, fast asleep.
I now suspect he is using us for our tempurpedic mattress. How's that for a commercial?
Even still, although I will sleep less deeply tonight because he is in bed with us, I plan to enjoy it for all its worth. Last night, while I was watching him sleep peacefully in the dark, I caught myself doing the easy math. There are only 365 chances for me to sleep with my baby while he is still a baby and not yet a toddler. And already nearly three quarters of those chances are gone. So although it is a bad sleep habit according to all the experts, I am going to enjoy this brief little moment of snuggling with a warm, cuddly baby.
(Update, the following morning: Liam was a holy terror last night. I threatened several times to sell him on ebay. I figure that is an ok coping strategy until he starts understanding English. So this morning I am working on about four hours of shredded sleep. Anyone want a cute little baby?)
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