My baby just turned 17. He’s six feet tall, weight about 190lbs and plays rugby and tennis and just got his fitness training certification while he’s still in high school.
Zsofia, he was a horrible, collicky little shit. It’s the reason I stopped at one. He didn’t sleep through the night until he was nearly 2. After the collic, he devleoped a charming habit that lasted about a year of ear-splitting shrieking for no discernable reason, or when frustrated, or just whenever his sleep-deprived mom got comfy somewhere.
I love him so much now, but those early years are a blur of no sleep and dark desperation. We lived through it and I have a fantastic kid!
We never had any colic, either, but 2-year molars are a bitch. Tantrums are definitely here, which makes going out in public a blast. Yesterday at the grocery store I wanted to punch a lady working there who kept coming up to talk to my little girl. She did it probably three times, asking her ridiculous questions and keeping us there way longer than we needed to be. I usually try to fend off the gimmes by bringing snacks along and my daughter had a couple of lollipops that she had gotten this weekend, so I gave her one at the store. She enjoyed it, and when it was gone she was fine…until the grocery store lady decided to bring it up to her again while we were in the checkout. She also asked her if she liked ice cream. WTF, lady? Do you like to hear her scream?
My baby is 13 months now, and just keeps getting more fun and interesting by the day. He’s walking like a champ, eats everything in sight in absurd quantities.
Here’s Evan exploring the back yard, where he found only grass.
And here’s Evan being a little silly at dinnertime. No, that’s not puke…I don’t think.
Yeah, I know what you mean. Every time I go through the photo album and remember all those fun times … doesn’t last, but I now understand why my mum pestered me for grandkids.
Mine just turned 2 last month. He’s a wonderful, sweet child and is very affectionate with us. He does have autism and is highly developmentally delayed. Therapists and professionals are in and out of our home about 20 hours a week working with him and with his mother and me, and apparently he is making great progress. He is getting a little better with basic eye contact and responding appropriately when spoken to. Occasionally it looks like he knows his name. Every little developmental gain is hard, hard fought.
Mine just started Kindergarten (or Reception as they call it here) this week. She is enjoying it thus far although seemed horrified this morning when I pointed out that she’d have to keep going **every day **(apart from weekends) for a long, long time to come.
Okay, my girls are very cute but one of them has a bad head cold and woke me every twenty minutes all night long, and needed me to hold her upright parts of the night so she could breathe. . Plus the other other wanted to nurse.
Not impressed. They’re still dang cute, but today they are not my favourite.
My little girl is 8 months old now, and started crawling 2 weeks ago. Parenting has become exponentially more difficult. Now she can find all the stuff I miss when sweeping and put it in her mouth!
She’s just getting over a cold, which was complicated by our fundamental disagreement about who boogers belong to: mommy or baby. I think that because I made her from goo that she’s my own personal booger farm, but she seems to feel because they’re in her body they belong to her. We are at an impasse.
Yay! Love the updates and the smiles, Zjestika. I have had similar disagreements over boogers with my son – I think he looks silly with a giant booger hanging out of his nose, and it should be removed; he thinks it’s a very fashionable accessory and should stay with him always.
He sits up well and has started the wiggly, frustrating process of attempting to crawl. Speaking of which, Zjestika: how long was it between “getting up on hands and knees” and “actual crawling” for your daughter? Ian looks like he’s going to crawl any second now, but he’s awfully young and I remember he looked like he was going to roll over “any minute now” for at least six weeks before he actually managed it, and it was another month after that before he could do it with any regularity.
I would say between 3-6 weeks. The last week before she began to crawl she was really frustrated and crabby about it. I know exactly what you mean by that “any minute now” stage. For all Simone’s major milestones there was at least a month of “any minute now.”
I love his sweet look of concentration! And don’t you wish that desire to really work the core stuck around for the rest of your life?
My little one is 13 months now and just gets more and more fabulous every day. She is walking (sort of…3 or 4 steps and then “Whoa, what the heck is all this?!?” and plopping back down to crawl the rest of the way) and getting into everything. She loves to be read to and will pick out which books she wants you to read to her and hand them to you. If you don’t read it to her and try to read a different book instead she gets upset and picks the book back up and thrusts it into your hands so you know that THIS is the book we are supposed to read now. She eats almost everything and has developed a love of green vegetables that I hope will stay around forever. She knows everything we say to her and can show you her hands, feet, hair, ears, etc. and point out the dog and all sorts of stuff around the house even if she can’t quite put it into words yet.
Here she is having some cake on her first birthday. (Don’t worry, she only ate about 4 bites of that giant piece of cake. We were hoping she would smear it on herself for some adorable pictures but she mostly just left it alone.)
Pookie is 21 months now, really not a baby at all, but very much a toddler. We’ve had a blessed lull in teething since September, and she hasn’t been terribly-awfully sick yet this fall/winter, though she’s had lots of coughs and runny noses. Just not the OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN kind of sick. In addition to walking and running she tip-toes, turns in circles, walks backward, and takes very big steps that are supposed to be jumps. She’s figuring out how to throw a ball. Her speech is improving by leaps and bounds, and while she won’t say “yes”, she will say “okay.” She can sing the alphabet song up to G and count up to 12, only missing 8.
pbbth, worrying about your baby eating cake was the last thing on my mind
The locomoting sure was traumatic, I remember. She learned to army-crawl overnight and I spent the next two weeks frantically babyproofing every new place she went. Same thing happened again when she began pulling up to stand. Now she can climb up on the furniture so nothing is safe.
My little girl was born nearly 10 weeks early and is now 16 months old. She has never bothered with crawling, and only in the past couple of weeks has she taken to shuffling on her backside, but now she can get across the room in seconds. I’m sure she’ll be walking soon. She was weaned off breastfeeding completely in November and since then has slept much better, now she knows she won’t get any milk in the middle of the night! Now she’ll eat pretty much anything and everything, although she did turn her nose up at sprouts on Christmas Day. She knows about a dozen animals and their attendant sounds, and will name parts of the body (usually just before poking you in the relevant part… “Daddy… Nose!” OWWW )
She thinks iPhones are the greatest invention ever. She can slide to unlock. She saw an iPhone advert in a magazine the other week and started pressing the home button repeatedly. She has already taken self portraits when left with the phone camera on (unaided, really!)
She loved Christmas - after all, there’s lots of champagne (who was worrying about cake in the last couple of posts?!)
For my son’s birthday, we used a bakery that gave us a free tiny cake for the kid to destroy. I was scooping out chocolate boogers for DAYS. :rolleyes:
Love that “press-up” photo! My daughter hates being in that position - any time we put her on her front she would just roll over on her back, so crawling was never going to happen! I was starting to wonder if she’d ever get mobile, but all of a sudden she figured out how to shuffle and now she can get from the lounge into the kitchen in seconds!
Obviously I’ve now gone from “Come on, move, you can reach it” to “Why won’t you stay where you’re put?!”
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