Posts tagged teething

7 Months Old and Finally Jealous

Daniel is the jealous one. He’s been showing off his jealousy by “tackling” his baby brother, head-butting him, and swatting at him. All of these things have been rather mild and gentle–Daniel is still just testing the waters with what he can get away with.

It’s not just with Reid that he’s testing us. He’s started using some violent language lately that is tough for me to handle. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it, though–thanks to Playful Parenting by Lawrence Cohen, PhD. For example, today, while sitting in a play car, he announced that he just hit and killed “that guy who does mean things” (an imaginary “friend” who does mean things like knocking Daniel over or hitting him). Instead of reacting with anger and reprimanding him for saying such a thing (what I wanted to do), I took Cohen’s advice and said, “Oh no! That would make his family very sad. Let’s call the ambulance to take him to the hospital. When he gets better, maybe you can teach him not to do mean things any more.” To which he responded that the ambulance was on its way. Phew!

Reid is trying so hard to crawl. He can’t quite figure out what to do once he’s on his hands and knees, but he knows there’s something to it. Sometimes he rocks back and forth, but usually, he just lunges forward and bonks his head on the ground.

No teeth have popped through yet. Reid is definitely teething, and sometimes I think that maybe his gums are a little swollen. But there’ve been no signs of imminent teething–just the standard drool and chomping on everything.

Reid is still screeching and screaming–he’s done it at several restaurants now, which is so stressful for us. We always had such an angel at restaurants with Daniel. We’re just not sure how to deal with a screamer.

Christmas is only a week away and I am so unprepared this year. I haven’t thought about stockings really at all yet. And I haven’t wrapped anything yet, either. I’m feeling so behind. There’s no way I’ll be getting Christmas cards out this year. Next year I will, though. I will, I will, I will.

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Amost 15 Months Old

I’ve been meaning to write something about Daniel for the last couple of months… I just haven’t gotten around to it. And now there’s so much to say, I couldn’t possibly say it all.

This year–especially this summer–has been so busy! We’ve been traveling almost every other weekend. Since April we’ve been to (in order): Lake Tahoe (5 days), Newport Beach (5 days), Las Vegas (3 days), Bullhead/Laughlin (3 days), Hawaii (8 days), San Diego (3 days), Lake Tahoe (3 days). And we still have two trips left: Boston (6 days), San Francisco (3 or 4 days). Sheesh!!!

In between packing, traveling, unpacking, and doing laundry, I’ve been trying to get some work done (haven’t been very successful). I’m just not in that work mode. All I want to do is spend time playing with Daniel. He’s growing so fast and learning so much! He’s getting to be of the age where everything is a learning experience that we can share. He’s inquisitive about everything, constantly exploring and trying to do things, repeating words and sounds, communicating his wants and needs. He’s just so wonderful!

Last night after I had some trouble getting him to stay in bed (there were many protests and tears), he jumped into my arms before I could lay him back down and held onto me so tightly that I would have had to pry his hands off of me to do so. And before I even thought about doing that he looked at me and kissed me over and over again, then laid his head down on my shoulder and fell fast asleep. It was one of those touching moments that you remember forever. I held him and rocked him and told him how much I loved him and instantly regretted trying to make him lay down alone in his bed (I usually lay with him… last night I thought I’d try something new… didn’t work).

He’s still waking several times at night to nurse which is tiring and difficult for me sometimes, but it’s completely normal for a cosleeping child of this age. In fact, it’s something he’ll probably continue to do for quite some time as long as we keep him in our bed. This is no surprise to us–we knew what we were getting into when we decided to keep Daniel in our bed–but it does get tiring. I’m not really helping matters either… I stay up late checking email, MySpace, watching TV, spending time with The Husband, or even working (gasp!). Daniel sleeps for a good 3-4 hours for his first stretch. I could be sleeping then, too, but I’d rather have adult time.

Just a couple days ago, Daniel started saying “hat” and “ball”. He also says, “water” and “bottle” but never together–too much at once for him–but often they’re interchangeable. I always have my water bottle with me so he knows he can get a sip if he says either word. He says “no” a lot now even though we try to say things like “not for Daniel” or “food doesn’t go on the floor” instead of “no no!”. It was inevitable that he’d pick it up. He says “doh?” when he puts a phone to his ear and is finally saying “mama” and “daddy” with intention. He can make animal noises for: dog, cat, horse, goat/sheep, bird, and cow, and he says “un-unnnn!” when he sees a land vehicle of any kind. For air vehicles, he says “hkhkhkhkhkhkhkhk” and flies his hand around like an airplane.

He can point to most body parts when asked. We’re still working on some of the less “popular” ones: elbows, knees, neck, etc. I’ve been especially working on shoulders and knees because he knows all the other parts for the song Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. He tries to snap when he hears music, but really all he’s doing is tapping his thumb and forefinger together. It’s pretty darn cute.

The other day I was looking for my keys–I knew Daniel had been playing with them the day before, but I lost track of where they ended up. I was going through the house looking everywhere I could think of, when I said out of frustration, “Daniel, where did you put my keys???!!!” He looked at me, and walked over to the DVR and retrieved my keys from the cubbyhole it sits in. They say that babies probably understand more than double what we think they do… this sure did prove that point to me.

We’ve been switching from using cloth diapers to training pants. He has a few different kinds and they’re all super cute. I’m sure I’ll give in to my temptation to buy him a couple more pairs as we transition away from the diapers so I don’t have to do the laundry as often. But I’m hoping that him being in trainers will help us be more on the ball when it comes to pottying. On our most recent trip (to Lake Tahoe), Daniel only wet 4 or 5 diapers the entire weekend (including nighttime!). I know he’s ready to be out of diapers. I do like to use them as my security blanket when we’re out in public. I’m still not ready to deal with “accidents” at the grocery store. Though I do shop at alternative grocery stores so it wouldn’t be too bad–and Trader Joe’s does have a nice big bathroom.

Daniel’s tooth count is up to 12–the four on top in front, on bottom in front, and his four one-year molars. I think he’s working on his canines now. His gums are red, but they’re not really swollen yet. He’s finally able to eat a greater diversity of foods, but still isn’t very interested in eating much. He just nibbles here and there.

Now that I’m beyond tired, I’ll get myself to bed and hope for a resful night.

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9 Months Old

Crawling, cruising, teething, all so exciting.

Daniel knows how to crawl now, but he’s still a little slow and clumsy. If he wants something he can certainly get to it, though. But he prefers to be up on his feet cruising around the furniture. Any chance he gets, he’s pulling himself to standing. I have a feeling he’ll be walking before his first birthday.

He’s finally cut is top two center teeth. It’s been 3 months since his first two teeth came through. Normally the first sets of teeth come in about 1 month apart. Daniel’s lucky he has any teeth, though. Both Dan and I were late teethers. We didn’t expect Daniel to get his first teeth as soon as he did.

Along with the new teeth came teething biscuits. I finally introduced Daniel to both wheat and dairy, so he can eat just about anything now. He loves crackers, and just about anything he can feed to himself. His coordination is still pretty off, so it’s funny watching him pick up little things like Cheerios and try to put them in his mouth. The effort takes both hands smashing the Cheerio into his face in hopes that it makes it into his mouth. He’s successful about 65% of the time.

Separation anxiety is really starting to be an issue now, too. Daniel has been a mama’s boy for the last week or so. He’s even wanting me over his Grandma and Grandpa Hanson! In the past, he’s favored them when they’re around. He seems to be fine without me if he can’t see or hear me, but once he does, he’s writhing away from whatever or whoever he’s with to get to me. I do like it a little that he’s so clingy to me right now. It’s nice to know that he knows I’m his mama.

I think he’s starting to say Mama and Dada with intention. He really seems to be able to understand what we’re saying when we ask, “Where’s Daddy?” or, “Where’s Mama?”

He can now wave bye bye, give high five, and sometimes, give kisses (those slimy open-mouthed baby kind).

Sleep is going okay. Daniel’s still not sleeping well, but we’re back to a more manageable schedule. Last night, though, Daniel was sleep-rioting (like sleepwalking, but baby-style). His eyes were either closed, or vacant-looking, but he was tossing and turning, getting up on his hands and knees then falling to his belly, digging his head into the mattress and pushing with his feet to drive himself forward, kicking his feet, turning in circles… I tried rubbing his back, nursing him, walking him, but nothing worked. After an hour and a half, he finally settled down and relaxed into the rest of his sleep. I was tired this morning. Dan didn’t even remember that during this sleep-rioting period, Daniel crawled over to him and pulled his hair and pounded on his face.

Tonight Daniel went to sleep relatively easily and still hasn’t woken up. I’m pretty tired, so I should get myself to bed and take advantage of this precious quiet.

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6 Months, 3 Days Old

This weekend I made the comment to Dan that I thought Daniel would have teeth by the time his parents returned from their trip on Wednesday–only half-believing it myself. But I was right! Daniel’s two bottom front teeth have broken through! It’s so exciting. I find myself touching them all day long–as if they’d gotten bigger since the last time I felt them… 20 minutes earlier.

A couple of days ago we moved Daniel out of our room. Before he was born, I thought he’d stay in our room for at least a year–maybe even two or three depending on how things went. But Daniel has outgrown the co-sleeper (we got the mini-co-sleeper, then ended up with a giant!) and we didn’t end up buying a king-sized bed. So without talking to Dan (I just assumed he’d be happy about it), I decided that we’d transition Daniel into his own room on his very own full-sized bed when he turned 6 months old.

Dan admitted the next day that he was surprised that I’d done it so soon and that he missed having Daniel in our room–that he liked waking up to his cooing and hearing his sounds. And I was surprised that I’d done it so soon, too. But I just felt like it was time.

There were several reasons: (1) Dan snores. Loudly. A couple times the snoring has woken both Daniel and I up. (2) Dan’s alarm goes off at 8:15 AM… so Daniel wakes up at 8:15 AM most mornings–which wouldn’t be so bad if he went to sleep earlier–but he’s a little night owl. (3) As mentioned above, he’s outgrown his co-sleeper, so we’d either need to buy the bigger one, or bring him into our bed in order to keep him in our room. (4) When Daniel would stir as if he’s waking up, I wouldn’t wait very long before picking him up to feed him back to sleep because I didn’t want him to cry which would wake up Dan. In his own room, he has a better chance of being able to put himself back to sleep when he stirs because I’m less likely to get up and run into the next room (both because I can’t hear him as well–even with the monitor on–and because I’d actually have to get my butt up to do it). (5) I knew that the longer he was in our room, the harder it would be to get him out of it. Families who choose to keep their children in their rooms–especially those who share a family bed–tend to keep them there for years. The decision to share a family bed is a lifestyle choice. (6) Sex–‘nough said.

So Daniel is in his own room, in his own bed. He has red flannel sheets and sleeps on a lambskin pelt in the middle of his full bed–which looks enormous when he’s laying in the middle of it.

He and I both transitioned quite well. The first night was a little rough for me. I didn’t sleep very well. Even though I trust the monitor when I’m awake, I worried that it would malfunction while I was asleep and I wouldn’t be able to hear Daniel if he woke up. So I spent most of the night tossing and turning and trying to turn off my brain. The second night I was fine, but Daniel wasn’t. He’d been sick, but was getting better. That night, though, he developed a night-time cough with all the drainage, so his sleep was not as sound. The last two nights were better–only a little coughing. Daniel had a great day today, so I’m expecting tonight to reflect that as well.

I still have things to say… I need to vent about Daniel’s pediatrician… but this blog is already pretty long and I need to get myself to bed. Stay tuned.

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4 1/2 Months Old

Wow! Daniel is growing so fast. He’s almost as big as the 2-year-old I babysit. He’s bigger than two of the 9-month-olds at our church. He outgrows his clothes so fast, we’ve begun only buying him shirts and pants (no more onesies). They last longer.

Today, I sat him up and let go to see what he’d do… he stayed sitting by himself for about 30 seconds–long enough for me to call Dan out of the bathroom to see him before he fell over. I’m so excited for him to be able to sit up. It’s the first step in him graduating from a lap baby to more of an independent baby. My back needs a break!

Lately I’ve been having a very sore stiff neck and upper back from carrying around my hefty baby. When I went in for a massage, the masseuse commented that I was very tense and needed to have several more longer deep tissue sessions because I had so much tension in my muscles. I have noticed also that my arms are getting nice and toned. Some days, I wake up feeling like I’ve been to the gym lifting weights.

We’ve been very slowly introducing solid foods to Daniel–not as meals yet, just as tastes, to see how he reacts. Last week, I let him taste a bit of avocado. A couple days ago, he got to taste banana. He won’t get to actually eat any of these things for about one more month when his digestive system is more mature. For now, he just gets to taste a few things while we eat our dinner so he stays calm long enough to let us finish eating.

One of his bottom teeth is starting to move around in his gums. Some days we can feel a little ridge, and other days we can’t. He’ll probably start cutting the tooth in the next month or so… but we’re told that teething can be a very long and slow process–so who knows.

The hair on Daniel’s head that used to be that sweet soft baby hair is making way for his big-boy hair. There are only a few little wispy pieces of the baby hair left on the very top of his head. The rest of it is coarser and feels like big-boy hair. It’s still pretty thin, but it contributes to him looking much older than he really is.

He recently went through a period of time when he was waking up every 2-3 hours to nurse–like when he was first born. Thankfully that’s going away again and I’ve been able to get a little more sleep. I was feeling like a zombie. And being tired added tension to my already tense neck. I’ve also been drinking a bit of coffee on a daily basis again. As a nursing mother, I’m supposed to limit my caffeine intake, but the benefits of my getting a cup of wake-up juice in the morning outweigh the unhealthiness of it.

And with that, I’m going to finish my coffee and try to do something productive.

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