Wow. Ten freakin’ months!
This time (2:25pm) 10 months ago I was laying in a hospital freaking out because the nurse was having trouble finding Cooper’s heartbeat with the monitor…didn’t help that she ran out of my room hollering for my assigned nurse with a very distinct note of panic in her voice. Turns out he was flying under the radar because he was ready to jump out; he was born less than an hour later.
In the last month he has learned and unlearned the sign for “more”, and fluently uses the sign for “all done”…he does it with food, drinks, and people. He recognizes the sign for “eat” and “drink” but hasn’t used them yet. In the past few weeks, I started using the sign for bath, so we’ll see if he picks that up as quickly as Gavin did (they both LOVE bathtime…together).
He laughs back and forth with Gavin (who is a FANTASTIC big brother, I might add), and loves his daddy (always a BIG smile for daddy). He finally figured out how to crawl forwards and in the 10 short days that he’s been crawling, he even got that wonky right leg to coordinate better and increased his speed. Just in the last week he’s figured out how to pull himself up in his crib and the coffee table. And thankfully, when I can barely stand chasing him anymore, he tolerates sitting in his exersaucer or high chair a while and wiggles to the music (or laughs at my incredibly ridiculous dancing skillz; Gavin on the otherhand, just screams “NO DANCING!”). He loves the songs “I’m a Little Teapot” and the Talking Head’s “Stay Up Late”. Or anything from my “100% Funk” cds (I have vols. 1 & 2).
We’ve tried some stage-3 foods, but he still likes to gag and yak up the food. After Pukefest 2008, I’m a little tired of vomit flying at my face (he inherited his father’s penchant for projectile vomiting), so those jars of lumpy food have been sent to the back of the pantry for a few more weeks. He does do alright with banana, as long as I make sure he doesn’t sneak three or more pieces in his mouth at one time.
Considering he’s a rather high-maintenance baby, he’s still one of the happiest kids in his infant class. Although it probably helps that he’s not teething. Nope. We don’t believe in teeth in our house. Teeth are for other folks. I think it also helps that he can be trusted to play on the floor when younger babies are there because he doesn’t beat up on them, crawl over them, and is very gentle when he does decide to touch them. So in light of his gentleness, he’s allowed unlimited playtime with the toys and rarely gets relegated to an exersaucer or his crib. It warms my heart to hear he’s so sweet and gentle with everyone.
I will post pics later…I forgot the camera card at home.
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