Category Archives: Firsts

One Year Old Party!

On Sunday, I had an extra fun day!

First, I got to meet some firemen. See, Mommy had picked me up, and she and Daddy walked around the house saying “What’s that smell? Where is it?” and then Mommy stood outside with me waiting. After the firemen came and looked in the wall and took out the light switch, one of them gave me a big silver sticker that said “Junior Firefighter.”

But that was only the beginning of the fun! Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

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Everyone sat around and watched me play with toys. I was the center of the show! These loud people kept talking over me.

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Every once in a while there would be a lot of people singing. I liked the singing. I tried to sing, too. But people kept shhh-ing me.

Then we ate a very yummy dinner. Then I was ready for a nap. But Mommy wanted to give me more food and take my picture a lot and then cousin Daniel helped me open some presents. It was very tiring.

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Today is fun, too. People keep signing the same song to me. I like this attention!

Walking and Talking!

For weeks now, Paul has been letting go of the furniture while standing. Yesterday, once in the morning, three times in the afternoon, he took one step before falling. This morning, he took five steps without falling!

I’m delighted and yet I know this means my life as I know it is ending. My baby is a toddler!

Paul was happy, smiling, giggling, and walking until I got out the camera. Then he was very fussy. An hour later, I got the last two steps out of the three on video. I’ll try for a better video in the coming days!

As for the talking, Paul now says Mommy, Daddy, More, and Milk. Since Mommy, More, and Milk all start with “MMMM,” they all kind of sound the same. But, in context, I can tell a difference!

Clever Kid

  • Not only is Paul now pulling himself up on the edge of his crib (he’s standing there waiting for Daddy in the mornings), but he’s also walking along the edge of the couch if there is something he wants to eat (like expensive electronics). Here’s a video of the standing (I couldn’t get him to walk along the couch with the camera going; as the camera is an expensive electronic with a flashing light, he’d rather watch that). It takes about a minute to load.

  • If he’s not too tired (i.e., cranky), Paul will turn the pages of the bedtime story when I tell him too (sometimes he’s extra eager and turns the page too soon).
  • Paul has turned in to a master imitator. I coughed and he coughed (and laughed). I turned off the blender and he started making “whirring” noises. I read him a story with a lion and made a lion noise and he growled too. It’s quite cute.
  • Along with the imitation, Paul has started copying words. I said “Let’s go eat” and he says “Eeech” (Daddy thinks I’m imagining that to be eat, but I think it is!) and I say “Bye Bye” and he says “ba ba.” I say “water” and he says “wa wa” (again, Daddy thinks I’m imagining this).
  • For a few days, I held him in my lap as I emptied the bath water. “Bye Bye water” we said together as I dried him off. The next day and for every bath since then, he goes straight for the drain and pulls the plug. Any suggestions for how to get him off that particular habit? I’m very tired of 2 minute baths, and that’s holding him screaming while I scrub his body before I let him lose to empty the tub.

Paul is almost completely weaned. I decided to start last Tuesday night because his five-tooth biting was bloody and it was not fun. (He did it again Thursday and my decision was reinforced.) I was going to go slowly (i.e., eliminate one feed a day for a week and then eliminate the next feed for a week, etc.; I’m only giving four feeds anyway), but I think my body is ready to wean because as soon as I cut one feed, I was out of supply for two feeds. That makes me think that my supply has been low for a while and Paul’s biting was a way of saying, “I’m still hungry, and there’s nothing else here!” Now I’m giving him one feed a day (one week later!), and it also will soon be gone. Paul also seems ready. He likes the bottle and gets excited when I’m preparing it. He knows he is separate from me now, and I think holding the bottle himself is more fun than special cuddles with Mommy. *Gasp!*

I’m sad that the special baby cuddle moments will be gone, but Paul is obviously eager to be a bigger boy now. Sigh. Nine months has gone so quickly!

Playing in the Park

We of course didn’t have a holiday this weekend, but Saturday was a lovely winter day: about 55 degrees and sunny! Daddy was able to get away from his weekend work for an hour midday, so we took a family walk up to the park. Paul went on a swing for the first time!

I also took him down the slide. He wasn’t very impressed. By the walk home, he was tuckered out.

It was a delightful day!

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P.S. Paul is nine months old today!

Apple-Mango Breakfast Cereal

I thought Paul’s rice cereal tasted pretty disgusting, but we finished an entire box.

I thought it was time to try something yummier: apple-mango rice cereal.

I don’t think Paul liked it. What do you think?

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Amazingly, he even refused to open his mouth after a few minutes. He rarely refuses to eat. He must really not like it.

Compare this to his response to day one of pumpkin. He really must not like apple-mango rice cereal.

I guess I need to go back and buy more of the regular rice cereal.

Oh, and happy seven months old, Paul!

Crooked Teeth

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Paul’s two front teeth came in at the same time, poor guy. Unfortunately, they are crooked. For some reason, I thought (read: hoped) that the crooked teeth genes waited for the grown-up teeth and skipped the baby teeth.

On a side note, I put him down for his nap this morning and he didn’t want to sleep. I heard him talking to himself and giggling and enjoying being awake. When I went in to get him later, his pants were off and he was chewing on the cuff.

How does a seven-month-old take off his own pants? Granted, they were sweat pants and they are a little big, but they were completely off. This doesn’t bode well….He’s getting smart!

! Developments !

Paul has two teeth!

His two bottom teeth have just pushed through the gums in the last few days. He wasn’t too miserable—a bit fussy but not too bad. I’ll try to get a picture—not sure how we’re going to do that—when they are a bit more visible.

Paul scoots!

I can’t leave him on the blanket in the middle of the room to go move the laundry or use the bathroom: he’s learned how to scoot toward anything he wants. It’s not crawling—it’s just a combination of rolling and scooting. He hasn’t really learned how to do it properly, but if he sees a cord for something, or papers or books or toys, he’ll make a bee-line for it. I’m not too worried—he’s still rather slow—but it means my days of leaving him and knowing he’ll be OK for 30 seconds are over.

Paul rolls!

When I went to check on him during his nap the other day, I was startled to find him on his side. (I know previous generations always put babies down on bellies and sides, but the SIDS concerns have been drilled into me so much that I was nervous to see it.) He keeps doing it. I guess this means he’ll sleep however he wants to sleep from now on. Maybe he’ll even get hair on the back of his head!

Paul talks!

I mentioned yesterday that Paul’s working on his letter-sounds. He is getting better every day. I say “Ma-ma-ma” and he responds “Da-da-da.” Bummer. We’re working on that one right now.