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nine months
On Wednesday the prince was nine months old.
He was also 39 weeks old - I can't brain well enough to determine if 39 weeks is always exactly nine months; I think probably not because it must depend which months they are? Like if none of them is February you're hosed, right? - which means today he's 39w2d, which is how pregnant I was when he was finally born.
He's so grown up now. He's getting better and better at standing up - in fact in his mind he's ready to let go with both hands and take off running across the room, which is problematic because in his body he is just stable enough to hold on with one hand and wave a toy with the other. Just a matter of time, though. Continues to babble. Still no teeth. Our efforts to introduce more-solid solid foods have been mixed; he seems to like playing with Cheerios but doesn't feel any need to put them in his mouth (and isn't wild about them when I put them in his mouth for him). Ditto sippy cups; he's happy to nom the cup but isn't interested in drinking water out of it or in our helping him to do so.
This morning his day care teacher told us a sweet story: Yesterday there was a moment when she was busy getting someone's bottle or snack or something, and one of the younger babies was crying - and the prince pulled himself up to stand behind the younger baby's bouncy seat and rock it until the teacher could come pick her up. What a sweetie pie. ♥
He's sleeping fine - we got through the eight-month sleep regression and at this point when he (verrry occasionally) wakes up at night and can't get back to sleep on his own, we can deal. Last night for example: Went to bed fine around 7. Apparently woke up and cried around 10:45. His dad rocked him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. His dad came and got me. I rocked him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. I nursed him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. I changed his diaper and rocked him and he fussed. We gave him Tylenol and I rocked him a bit and put him down in the crib not quite asleep, and he made one sort of protesting noise and then went back to sleep. The whole thing took about 45 minutes, but the thing is sometimes the first rock-back-to-sleep effort is successful, so you don't want to skip straight to the pain reliever until you know it's necessary. Not that he's old enough to be at all manipulative - if Tylenol works it's because he was in some pain, not because he's a baby junkie. Anyway. If that hadn't worked we'd have pulled the pillows over our heads and let him cry, because sometimes what's bothering him is that he's lonely and that's not a problem we're prepared to solve in the middle of the night.
Nap time is also under control.
Which means it's almost time for baby's first road trip. :-P In three weeks we're going to friends' vow renewal ceremony - driving up to New England and staying in a hotel. We're reliably advised to prepare for this to be a biggish setback for the kid. I'm ready.
He was also 39 weeks old - I can't brain well enough to determine if 39 weeks is always exactly nine months; I think probably not because it must depend which months they are? Like if none of them is February you're hosed, right? - which means today he's 39w2d, which is how pregnant I was when he was finally born.
He's so grown up now. He's getting better and better at standing up - in fact in his mind he's ready to let go with both hands and take off running across the room, which is problematic because in his body he is just stable enough to hold on with one hand and wave a toy with the other. Just a matter of time, though. Continues to babble. Still no teeth. Our efforts to introduce more-solid solid foods have been mixed; he seems to like playing with Cheerios but doesn't feel any need to put them in his mouth (and isn't wild about them when I put them in his mouth for him). Ditto sippy cups; he's happy to nom the cup but isn't interested in drinking water out of it or in our helping him to do so.
This morning his day care teacher told us a sweet story: Yesterday there was a moment when she was busy getting someone's bottle or snack or something, and one of the younger babies was crying - and the prince pulled himself up to stand behind the younger baby's bouncy seat and rock it until the teacher could come pick her up. What a sweetie pie. ♥
He's sleeping fine - we got through the eight-month sleep regression and at this point when he (verrry occasionally) wakes up at night and can't get back to sleep on his own, we can deal. Last night for example: Went to bed fine around 7. Apparently woke up and cried around 10:45. His dad rocked him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. His dad came and got me. I rocked him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. I nursed him back to sleep and put him down in the crib, at which point he woke up and cried. I changed his diaper and rocked him and he fussed. We gave him Tylenol and I rocked him a bit and put him down in the crib not quite asleep, and he made one sort of protesting noise and then went back to sleep. The whole thing took about 45 minutes, but the thing is sometimes the first rock-back-to-sleep effort is successful, so you don't want to skip straight to the pain reliever until you know it's necessary. Not that he's old enough to be at all manipulative - if Tylenol works it's because he was in some pain, not because he's a baby junkie. Anyway. If that hadn't worked we'd have pulled the pillows over our heads and let him cry, because sometimes what's bothering him is that he's lonely and that's not a problem we're prepared to solve in the middle of the night.
Nap time is also under control.
Which means it's almost time for baby's first road trip. :-P In three weeks we're going to friends' vow renewal ceremony - driving up to New England and staying in a hotel. We're reliably advised to prepare for this to be a biggish setback for the kid. I'm ready.