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Inside/outside
Feb. 21st, 2008 03:53 pmBonzo has been exploring the concepts of "inside" and "outside" lately. Give him a cup, a bowl, a box, some kind of container, and a thing to put in said container, and he's a happy camper. He really enjoys the combination of big and little things, like small blocks in a cardboard box, and Cheerios in a plastic cup. However, he hasn't always figured out that he needs to put his entire hand inside the container; occasionally he will leave his pinky fingers hanging out the edge, and won't be able to figure out why he can't get his hands all the way to the bottom.
He and I stayed home yesterday, because he spiked a fever on Tuesday night and baby school didn't want to truck with him for 24 hours. We stayed inside most of the day, only leaving to go to the doctor at 4 pm. Going outside is treacherous in this weather--the wind chill is often below zero lately when I get up in the morning, and there's an ice slick 3" deep outside our back gate, so it's scary to try to walk anywhere with a wiggly baby in my arms. However, I go STIR CRAZY when I spend more than a few hours without an adult voice to talk to, and burrow down inside my head until I can barely feed myself or care for Bonzo. Fortunately, my sweet little boy likes to blow me raspberries and get me to copy him. Ten minutes of us sticking out our tongues and getting each other all covered in spit is enough to yank me back out of my mind and into the present.
It's worse to realize that this baby just LOVES to be outside, and thrives on new people and new sights. We climbed the stairwells in our condo building yesterday for a change of scenery; I narrated the hell out of everything and made the walk last as long as I could, but as soon as we stepped back in the door to our place, he burst into tears. He didn't want to hang around there all day either.
He is not crawling yet. We are not sad about this. He does like eating from a spoon, and gobbled up apples on Saturday and peaches on Monday. I gave him my apple core, after checking to see that it didn't have any small chokable bits, and he was just entranced by the texture and the stickiness and the complicated shape of apple flesh. He tried to put it in his mouth, twice, but each time he made a face and took it back out. Raw apples are apparently too tart for little baby mouths.
Oy, the teeth are threatening to break through again! I feel no ridges or swelling where top teeth should be, but there is a random tooth-to-be halfway back on the lower right side of his mouth. What on earth does he need with a tooth way back there?
Last night we forgot about the eclipse until Bonzo was already asleep. So C and I took turns going outside, looking at the round moon, and coming back in to warm up. I think we both made two trips. After that, we made a make-it-and-bake-it suncatcher for Bonzo's room and sat in front of the oven eating chocolate and watching the thing melt. It was a lovely little eclipse celebration. We did not spy any dragons.
I got a bonanza of books from Amazon yesterday, including the rest of the Lois McMaster Bujold novels I didn't yet own. It just got too frustrating to have to check them out of the library everytime I needed a fix of later Miles. I got to read "Winterfair Gifts," the little novella about Miles' wedding, and it was great. I should have gone slowly and savored it, since it's the last new bit of Miles text I might get, but I couldn't help myself and I gobbled it up. It reads like a draft, unfortunately, and is full of typing errors, but I love the characters so much that I don't care. The anthology is entitled "Miles In Love," and is also valuable for LMB's afterword that comes with. Chamomile tea and blasters: let's have both!
KAH's baby girl is going to get borned any hour now, and I'm so excited. I hope she likes the outside world. I hope she gives her mama an easy time. And I hope she is pleased, someday, to be born into a month with snow and discount Valentine's chocolate. If we can all hang in just a little bit longer, it will be warm outside.
He and I stayed home yesterday, because he spiked a fever on Tuesday night and baby school didn't want to truck with him for 24 hours. We stayed inside most of the day, only leaving to go to the doctor at 4 pm. Going outside is treacherous in this weather--the wind chill is often below zero lately when I get up in the morning, and there's an ice slick 3" deep outside our back gate, so it's scary to try to walk anywhere with a wiggly baby in my arms. However, I go STIR CRAZY when I spend more than a few hours without an adult voice to talk to, and burrow down inside my head until I can barely feed myself or care for Bonzo. Fortunately, my sweet little boy likes to blow me raspberries and get me to copy him. Ten minutes of us sticking out our tongues and getting each other all covered in spit is enough to yank me back out of my mind and into the present.
It's worse to realize that this baby just LOVES to be outside, and thrives on new people and new sights. We climbed the stairwells in our condo building yesterday for a change of scenery; I narrated the hell out of everything and made the walk last as long as I could, but as soon as we stepped back in the door to our place, he burst into tears. He didn't want to hang around there all day either.
He is not crawling yet. We are not sad about this. He does like eating from a spoon, and gobbled up apples on Saturday and peaches on Monday. I gave him my apple core, after checking to see that it didn't have any small chokable bits, and he was just entranced by the texture and the stickiness and the complicated shape of apple flesh. He tried to put it in his mouth, twice, but each time he made a face and took it back out. Raw apples are apparently too tart for little baby mouths.
Oy, the teeth are threatening to break through again! I feel no ridges or swelling where top teeth should be, but there is a random tooth-to-be halfway back on the lower right side of his mouth. What on earth does he need with a tooth way back there?
Last night we forgot about the eclipse until Bonzo was already asleep. So C and I took turns going outside, looking at the round moon, and coming back in to warm up. I think we both made two trips. After that, we made a make-it-and-bake-it suncatcher for Bonzo's room and sat in front of the oven eating chocolate and watching the thing melt. It was a lovely little eclipse celebration. We did not spy any dragons.
I got a bonanza of books from Amazon yesterday, including the rest of the Lois McMaster Bujold novels I didn't yet own. It just got too frustrating to have to check them out of the library everytime I needed a fix of later Miles. I got to read "Winterfair Gifts," the little novella about Miles' wedding, and it was great. I should have gone slowly and savored it, since it's the last new bit of Miles text I might get, but I couldn't help myself and I gobbled it up. It reads like a draft, unfortunately, and is full of typing errors, but I love the characters so much that I don't care. The anthology is entitled "Miles In Love," and is also valuable for LMB's afterword that comes with. Chamomile tea and blasters: let's have both!
KAH's baby girl is going to get borned any hour now, and I'm so excited. I hope she likes the outside world. I hope she gives her mama an easy time. And I hope she is pleased, someday, to be born into a month with snow and discount Valentine's chocolate. If we can all hang in just a little bit longer, it will be warm outside.
