Saturday, July 26, 2003
I had a big day out today - I went to the Art and Craft fair with Mum, Sonja and Leanne. I've never seen anything like it. There were people everywhere, and every second lady peered in at me and smiled. I think Mum used my pram to make way through the crowds...I'm sure she hid behind me a few times. I quite enjoyed the morning, especially when Mum picked me up so I could look at all of the different coloured wools that she was ogling. I had a nice, quiet feed half way through, albeit in a disabled toilet, but I didn't care. I managed a little doze, but I kept popping awake, so I gave up after a while and just looked around.
Mum and I got home, picked up Dad and then left again almost straight away to go out for lunch with friends. I was pretty tired by then, so I had another feed and fell asleep for a couple of hours. Once I woke, I exchanged a few 'ooh's and 'aah's' with Amelia. She could sit up all by herself - I was most impressed. I showed her how I can roll from my tummy to my back, but that's the limit of my party tricks at the moment. I was tired again before long, so we went home and I slept for the rest of the arvo. I think a nice, quiet day tomorrow will be in order.
Monday, July 21, 2003
I seem to have settled into some sort of vague routine. I start the day with a feed somewhere around 7 or 7.30am. Then I have a little sit in the bouncer while watching Mum or Dad make Oskar brekkie, before heading back to bed for another sleep. I wake around 10 or 10.30 for another feed and after that I usually hang out on the floor. I might lie on my tummy for a while, watching Mum hang out the washing, or lie on my back, randomly swooshing at the dangly things over my head. I rarely connect with them, although this morning I managed to kick a dangly bit. I've been practicing rolling from my front to my back, although I seem to get stuck halfway inbetween because I roll onto the side bars of my playgym. I'm also practicing sticking my legs up in the air and lifting my head at the same time. Once I've been awake for about an hour, I head back to bed again. Often I wake up and cry for my dummy; then Mum or Dad come and put it back for me. I've also been working on getting my arms out of the wrap. The only problem with that is that I usually knock the dummy out. I'll have a bit of a suck on my fingers, but it's not quite the same. So that's my usual pattern, although I stay awake longer in the evening and might cry just a bit. Actually quite a lot some nights although I don't really know why. Anyway, Daddy cuddles me and I feel better - as long as he doesn't put me down. Then eventually I fall asleep and wake sometime in the early morning (somewhere between 2.30 and 4am) for a quick feed and then straight back to sleep again until morning.
This morning I went out for a walk in a park. I spent a bit of time straining forwards trying to look over the top of my pram, but mostly I watched the trees swaying in the wind. Mum held me up so I could watch Oskar on the swing - boy was he enjoying himself! That's definitely something to look forward to.
It's Daddy's birthday today. Happy Birthday Daddy! I gave him a card that Mum and I made yesterday - I sat on her lap and supervised her photoshopping a photo of me. I was pretty happy with the results and I think he liked it. So lots of cuddles for Daddy today.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
I think Oskar might be softening towards me. He hasn't clobbered me for quite a while and he's even stroked me like Mummy does, and given me cuddles. Mum and Dad must think so because they let us have a bath together. I was pretty apprehensive though. Oskar was far too close for comfort and I was way too exposed. But he only splashed me a couple of times, and even got the face washer and washed my legs. But still, I was relieved to get out in one piece.
This morning he stuck a raisin in my mouth. He didn't poke it in far enough though, and it popped out before I could have a go at eating it. That was a milisecond before Mum came swooping over, so I think maybe he shouldn't have given it to me. But it was a nice thought.
Monday, July 14, 2003
I've had another visit to Nurse Anne at the Child Health Centre. My stats are: weight 6690 grams, height 62 cm, and head circumference 40.5cm. This puts me at the 90th percentile for weight, but closer to the 70th percentile for height, which accounts for my slightly chubby thighs...
During the visit, Mum put me on the floor on my tummy, where I was happily looking around until I somehow managed to flip over onto my back. I got a bit of a shock, and so did Mum since I bumped into her leg. I'll see if I can practice that move a bit more.
I'm having a bit of trouble with some of my feeds. For some reason, I drink for a few minutes before I start getting tummy pains, which make me really scream. This mostly only happens in the evening. So then I'm really uncomfortable for a couple of hours and can't sleep either. Other feeds during the day can be a bit uncomfortable too; I get such an onslaught of milk that I have to gulp way quicker than I really want to and end up really burpy afterwards. After a few minutes I pull off and look at Mummy and try to tell her to tone down the squirting in the back of my throat, but what comes out is, 'ngooo'. I think maybe she understands, although she doesn't do anything about it.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
I've been exercising my voice and expanding my vocabulary recently. I can now do a really good cranky cry, which is distinctly different from my discontented grumble, which is different again from my 'I'm hungry!' scream. Then there's my 'come and talk to me' ooaah's, and my 'gosh look at those dangly things' mmmMMM's.
I've also discovered that if I smile a lot, then I get more attention from Mum and Dad. The big, mouth-open-wide smile combined with a goo is a definite winner.
Lifting my legs up in the air is kind of fun. If I rotate them slightly from side to side, my body rolls also. This is a lot more movement than I've been able to do before. Previously I could only 'chug' my legs alternately up and down, and even then I didn't have much control over the movement. My arms still pretty much do what they want, although I've been able to get my fingers into my mouth a couple of times. I have perfected the post-sleep stretch though. This is a very satisfying stretch with my arms right up over my head once they're released from the wrap.
Oskar has been a bit nicer to me over the last few days. He's given me a few kisses and hugs, especially if he's been out for a while. Today he wanted me to eat a Salada biscuit. Mum had to tell him that I don't have any teeth and couldn't eat it. But I appreciated the thought.
Friday, July 04, 2003
I've been out and about a bit in the last few days. On Wednesday I went into town with Mum and Dad. We caught the tram - my first tram trip - and jumped off at Federation Square. I was a bit shocked by the outing really. I cried a bit on the tram, but once we got off, I really let rip with the best scream I've mustered up so far. Mum and Dad took me to a room to change my nappy; it was small and silver and shiny, and quite terrifying (the room not the nappy). I screamed even louder and felt tears roll down my cheeks. There wasn't much doing in the nappy department, but at least Mum and Dad were trying to find out what was wrong. I really don't know. Maybe I was too hot, maybe the wind was too cold, maybe it was all too bright and noisy. Anyway, after the nappy change Daddy wrapped me up and cuddled me until I fell asleep. I woke up again for the tram trip home but decided to stay quiet.
This afternoon, Mum, Oskar and I went to Granny's house. I spent a while cuddling Granny in the backyard, while Oskar, Ros and Mum played ball games. They were very entertaining to watch, and there were some good sound effects as well. I stayed awake way longer than I would have if I were at home, but that was okay; I eventually fell asleep in my pram and slept quite soundly, until Oskar woke me up that is. I had more cuddles with Granny before she tried to put me through my car seat instead of into it. I need to go either over or under the sashes that hold my seat in place, and preferably not into them, as Granny managed. I expressed my discontent, but let it go after a short while, after all, it didn't hurt and I've experienced far worse from the hands of Oskar.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Yesterday it was a book, today it was a basket and then a shoe. I can't have a peaceful feed anymore. Mum fended off the basket, but the shoe bounced off her and over me. Daddy marched Oskar off to his room but he was still naughty after he came out. When Mum was changing my nappy, Oskar ran up and down the hall way pushing the door into us each time he passed, chortling hysterically the whole time.
It was bad timing though, because we were just about to leave to go to Hays Paddock, Oskar's favourite park, and he had to stay home. Mum and I went there together instead and met Granny for a walk. It was just wonderful. I gazed at the trees and enjoyed the clouds and stared at those yellow and blue squares that are all through the inside of my pram. I really enjoyed the outing, especially having some cuddles with Granny without fear of being clobbered.