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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

7+ Months ... 32 Weeks

7 months ... and several days

aka 32 Weeks
This is what it looks like if you take anything out of her white-knuckled grip - even if it's just to help!


So I'm seriously belated in wishing my baby girl a happy 7 months! We went to the doctor on Friday for her flu booster and got her weighed - she's packing 16 lbs and 12.5 ounces of punch these days.

She seems to be all about her mama the past week, which, of course, I adore. She smiles her toothless smile from ear to ear when she sees me and is always looking for me if she knows I'm in the vicinity. That's not to say she doesn't also love her daddy, or her Grammy, or any nice stranger who tells her how cute she is. She is very interested in interacting with Gizzy. She's not the gentlest petter - like when she grabs fists full of fur and yanks with all her might - but Giz sometimes gives her licks back. She (Francie, not Gizzy) still claps her hands a lot. And throws her arms around - I call it "rolling up the windows," kind of like I do when I go over a baby jump on my skis. She sits up like a boss, and can reach a bit further forward each day. Baby yogi master. One time on her belly she sort of figured out how to get her legs under her hips, but she's still really nowhere near crawling. If she's on her belly for more than 10 seconds, she's working to roll right onto her back. Our pediatrician told me babies learn to crawl from a seated position, but I read online yesterday that babies learn to crawl from their tummies. So naturally, I'm worried that she hasn't yet reached this milestone, because what mama doesn't think her brilliant child should be on the advanced end of every learning curve?!? She doesn't do much standing. If we try to put her on her feet she just sort of lifts them up and sits back.

She's as vocal as ever. My favorite is when she looks at me and makes a sort of "uh?" like she's asking me a question. Alex thinks her first real word is going to be "hi" because apparently that's what I say to her all the time. Alex keeps saying, "I can't wait until we can understand what she's saying. She's going to ask so many questions and it will be so cute!" My internal response is something to the effect of, "Oh shit, once she starts actually talking she's never going to stop. Will I ever get to enjoy silence again?!?" Still no teeth, still no hair. She eats like a champ - after each bite she squeals to indicate she's ready for another one. I sort of wish we would have done "baby-led weaning," but figure she's at least getting to indicate whether she wants more, or can refuse (as if; she's a Closeman, and we don't decline food). She usually eats some baby oatmeal + fruit in the morning and some sort of veggie in the afternoon - so far we've stuck with the basics including carrots, yams/sweet potato, broccoli, green beans, delicata squash, apples, oranges, bananas, avocado.

As for sleep, she's in our bed all night every night these days. We got really into "No Cry Sleep Solution" for a week or so, which helped us improve our bedtime routine (walk the dog around 7 p.m., give F a bath, put her in a clean diaper and jammies, maybe read a story or play guitar, then nurse her to sleep). But we just got comfortable again with the whole co-sleeping thing. No sense fighting what seems to be working for us for the time being. I've gotten better at sleeping on my back or side, so that I can nurse on demand (for that opportunistic little milk monster). So as all things go, we're in a part of the cycle where things are plugging along okay, and we're not at all anxious about her sleep. I'm sure that will come again any time now.

I'm headed on a vacation next week with my besties - a trip we're calling "Purdy 30." We've been planning it, in theory, for six or seven years. Originally when we said we wanted to go on a trip for our 30th birthdays together, we thought we'd be way richer and more adventuresome - gallavanting off to Italy or the Carribean or something. No, no. We've settled on Monterey, CA. Not that it's not a wonderful destination. But it's very ... close. Then again, I have a 7-month at home, Rach has a 1.5 year-old with baby #2 on board. Erika lives in the Bay Area and has her own life, and Katie down in Orange County with wedding planning. We all work and have responsibilities and are so NOT rich, so we'll take what we can get. Besides, it's really about spending time together, pretending to be grown-ups with spa days and nice dinners out and chatting over wine. I have a serious case of senioritis because I'm so excited for our vacay. Then again, every so often I get a wave of nausea/diarrhea (read: anxiety) because I just don't know what to expect in missing my baby girl. "I'm not going," I told Alex last night. "I don't even like them that much anyway." He cracked up, and reminded me how ridiculous I am. Maybe that's where my little Drama Queen gets it ...

Remember how I said 6 months was my favorite? Can I change my answer. Seven months, 7 months is my new favorite!


A pre-Halloween dress-up sesh. This little cow lover her milk!

Moo.

Little Bear and Big bear.


Why I like to co-sleep.

Neked time.

Grandpa's make me smile.

1 comment:

  1. Love this whole post. Love everything right now - going to stop typing before I start bawling.

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