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On the move

Ladybug took her time getting around to walking. She seemed on the cusp for months, but she didn’t take her first independent steps until she was 13 months old.  And those steps didn’t quite take.  Crawling was so much faster that walking hardly seemed a better option.  Now at 15 months, she’s finally walking more than crawling.  And quite frankly, it still seems so surreal to see such a little person just get up and take off on her own two feet.  🙂


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Almost 10 months

At nearly ten months old, Ladybug has:

  • Had her first cold
  • Started school
  • Been to Chicago again
  • Eaten “circle oat cereal”
  • Had pinkeye and a double ear infection.

That last one is today.  Poor little one is having a rough day.  She’s a real trooper though!

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Kids are like….

Mom has been kinda camping on the ol’ baby blog, so this is Pops. (My narratives tend toward being more meandering and story-time-ish than Mom’s. Bear with me.  ;~)   )

Miss Bug is almost 6 months old now. She hasn’t started crawling yet, but she scoots around on her stomach, pushing with her legs and hands. She loves eye contact. She’ll hold your gaze until either you look away or when she smiles too big and just tithers into her shoulder. It’s terribly adorable. (her mom tithers in the exact same way. ha! it’s funny what things seem to be hereditary. )

Booger also babbles. A lot. (yeah yeah… we all know where she got that from. :~D  ) She does copy words we use, but it’s apparent she doesn’t really know what they mean. The other day during a particularly stressful drive she broke the bad vibe by finally parroting what I’ve been trying to get her to say all week. “MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM….”

Right at this moment she’s making silly excited cooing noises at herself in a mirror attached to her Play Pad. She’s smiling really big and her voice is very sing-song-y. People at the Kingdom Hall keep remarking that she’s such a happy baby. While she certainly has her less-than-content times, for the most part she does have a rather cheery disposition.

In slightly related news, I’ve heard two kid-related quotes that make me laugh:

-Having a kid is like having a dog that slowly learns to talk.

-Being around a baby is like being around your drunk friend; it’s funny for the first hour, but then you just get sick of taking care of them.

(mom doesn’t always appreciate those, but i think they’re hilarious. haha)

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Walkers aren’t really “in” these days, and I admit I was skeptical about it when this was passed on to us.  But it turns out that Ladybug loves her walker. 

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A busy week

Last week was a big week for our family.  It all started Tuesday night when Ladybug’s Papa got very very sick with the flu.  The worst flu he’d ever had.  I won’t go into detail, but the point is that Wednesday he was way too weak to take care of a baby.  So Ladybug came to work with me! 

I love that my job was flexible enough for that to work out.  Ladybug and I only stayed at the office for a couple of hours, but I got so much done while I nursed at my desk and she subsequently fell asleep on my lap.  When she woke up, we went home, and I was able to get more work done from home when she took her afternoon nap.  It worked out perfectly, and I was able to get a full day’s work in due to the hyper-efficiency that has set in since becoming a mom (that’s a-whole-nother blog post).

Ladybug’s Papa was on the mend by Thursday which was good since I had a trade show to work on Thursday and Friday.  I am a crazy person who actually enjoys working trade shows, so I was looking forward to it.  But in addition to working the booth all morning, it also meant that I had to find a place to discreetly pump twice each morning in a crowded exhibit hall.  I wasn’t too worried about it though, and it didn’t end up being a big deal.  I used my nursing cover to be discreet and found a quiet corner where I figured I wouldn’t be noticed.  Thank goodness my pump has a battery pack, so I didn’t have to worry about finding an outlet.

Sometime between all that I managed to check out The No-Cry Sleep Solution from the library and read most of it.  Ladybug is a great little sleeper once she gets asleep.  But she fights sleep like no other.  We now have a bedtime routine that includes reading poems and cuddling in the rocking chair to wind down for the day.  We have also followed the suggestions to introduce a “lovey”—a stuffed toy that you place between you while nursing in the hopes that she will come to associate the toy with comfort.  I’m not sure she has really noticed the little stuffed frog we are calling Buddy yet, but these things take time.  And we have our keywords: It’s okay.  Time to sleep.”  We’ll see if bedtime gets any easier in the weeks to come.  If not, we may have to resort to the dreaded Ferber method.  Ugh.

This weekend we brought Ladybug to her very first wedding!  She was a hit in her cute little pink dress, but she got a little over stimulated despite the fact that we left the reception pretty early.  The whole family was pretty tired when we got home, but we were thrilled for our newly married friends.

What a week!

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What being a parent taught me

I held my breath as the piercer held the gun to my little girl’s ears yesterday.  And when she cried, I felt beyond guilty into whatever is worse than guilt.  I was certain I’d never regretted anything more profoundly in my life than causing my daughter pain for such a vain reason.

Within five minutes, she’d stopped crying and was her smiley self again.  My regret dissipated, but I was still a bit traumatized by the whole incident.  Much more so than she seems to be.

A day later, I definitely don’t regret it anymore, but I am apprehensive about what people will say.  In my family, ear piercing is a non-issue.  I had it done as a toddler, and others in my family had theirs done young also.  But I know what a hot issue it is for some people who feel that it should be the individual’s decision or it should coincide with a significant event or particular birthday.  I completely respect that.  It’s very cultural and really just personal.

As is so much about being a parent.  At one of my showers, a friend asked what has surprised me the most about having a baby, and in retrospect, I really think the most surprising thing has been the realization of how personal it really is.  I had so many opinions about Good Parenting before Ladybug, and I was so completely certain that my opinions were fact that I was often looking down on people who didn’t share my opinions.  I hate to admit how often actually.  I’ll be honest: I didn’t limit my strong opinions to just parenting.  The most surprising thing about becoming a mom is that I (finally) learned that opinions are just opinions.  Even when they’re mine.  It took having a baby to realize how ridiculous it is to be judgmental.  I guess I need to learn things the hard way sometimes. 

But some people never learn that lesson, and I find myself struggling with a growing apprehension of the people who watch my family like I used to watch others.  Particularly with an issue like infant ear piercing.  For some people, it is tantamount to child abuse (a quick google search will reveal how common that sentiment is).  For me, it’s about mother-daughter bonding and sharing my culture’s idea of femininity with my daughter.  I like that making it a non-issue allows age appropriate adornment to be a part of her life from the beginning as a fun way of expressing herself like it was for me growing up.   I’m okay with that.  Now I just need to learn how to deal with the people who aren’t okay with it.

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The demise of the pacifier

Barely two weeks into parenthood, we made our first big compromise.  The pacifier.  I never wanted to use one.  It seemed—in my idealistic days before becoming a parent—the lazy choice.  Just comfort the baby, I thought.  Don’t use a prop when all they want is your attention.  That was before I had a baby who seemed like she could suck endlessly.  Ladybug was a dream in her first months.  She only cried when she needed something and let us sleep most nights.  But she really wanted something in her mouth pretty much all the time. 

Enter the pacifier.  But not so fast!  I had specific restrictions.  First of all, we were going to call it what it was.  No cutesy names in our family.  A pacifier is a pacifier.  (Though as time went on we were lax and occasionally called it a nook or a paci.)  She was not to fall asleep with it in her mouth. (This lasted about a day.)  And most importantly, we were never supposed to just pop in a pacifier to make her be quiet.  It was only for the times when she wanted something in her mouth but it wasn’t time to eat.  Let’s face it, of course we used it more than we should have. 

But those days are gone.  Who needs a pacifier when you have fingers?  Sometimes the thumb, but usually the whole darn fist.  Part of me is glad that she doesn’t want the pacifier anymore.  But part of me misses the quick fix that always made her happy.  Now we’re back to running through the checklist of possibilities when she’s fussy with no back up when mystery fuss befalls my little ladybug.

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