More Pictures From a Half Birthday

These are all on Facebook, but for those of you that aren't..... enjoy!

Nadia Version 0.6

As of today, miss N has been on the "outside" for a whole half year. One might ask is it better than the inside? I don't know, you would have to ask her. It certainly is for me.
As I begin to write this, she is napping in her crib. I say begin because she has been asleep for a whole 35 minutes and is due to wake up soon. Miss catnapper now has a morning 26 minute nap (usually at the gym so I can run my 3 miles), an early afternoon nap in her crib and a late afternoon "nursey nap" as I like to call it that is usually about 1.5 hours, but only because I sleep with her. I read a blurb the other day in a baby book that talked about how "active" babies sleep less than other babies. That's my girl. And I think they eat more too what with burning more calories whilst wiggling versus lying/sitting still. Speaking of which, I had a couple of weeks break where she ate like a "normal" baby, every 2, sometimes 3 hours but now it seems that she has hit a growth spurt and is nursing all the time. Fortunately we're starting her on rice cereal this weekend so hopefully I'll get a bit of a break.

At her checkup on Tuesday, she weighed in at 15 lbs, 2 ounces and measured 26 inches. Though the doctor said she's at the same percentiles as last time (50 for weight, 75 for height), according to my chart, she's now just below 50 for weight and just above 50 for height. Also he said her head is "still" in the 75th percentile though I could have sworn it used to be in the 50th. Oh well, it's all fine. She's fine. Though I wish I didn't have the info to help me keep track of her development, she seems to be learning every thing on time, if not a bit early. I wish I didn't have the info because I don't want to worry about whether she's early or late, I just want to enjoy every new stage.

Her consonants haven't come back but she has discovered that she can make weird squeaking noises while she inhales. She can roll over both ways and is doing some sort of scooch/plowing-her-head-into-the-ground-while-she's-on-her-hands-and-knees that leads me to think she may be crawling in the next while. Super. A crawling baby in a house with nothing but ceramic tile. Lucky me.

She is sitting and standing against the couch on her own for longer periods every day. I'm especially amazed at the sitting since we never practice it. As soon as I put my hand out to steady her, she grabs it and tries to pull herself up to standing. Nadia aime etre debout. For someone with such tiny feet (see below), I can't believe the balance she achieves.

J's boss gave us a bunch of shoes the other day. I swear these are newborn shoes and they're just barely too small.

It seems that miss N is a bit of a social butterfly. If we're in a group of people, she will jump, laugh, and chatter in my lap as if everyone were talking to her. They're not. But it's funny.

A couple of weeks ago we finally moved her into her own room. For the most part, we have all slept much better. I know moving her this late/early, depending on who you are, isn't for everyone. But for us, it is marvelous. Now I can nag J into the wee hours......

Though she has learned many new things and people comment on how much she has changed, she is still the same little girl that was never a sleepy newborn. The little girl I dreamed would be a grown child when she was born. In some ways, that dream came true.

P.S.- Reached pre-preg weight a month ago and am now a pound or two below but have plateaued. (Last few vanity pounds may only disappear once I wean Roo.) Am still running, up to 6 miles for the long run.

Bullet Rant

Is it just me, or is the first "r" in "frustrated," not silent?

Date Night

J and I finally had a night without bimba on Saturday. You can blame the quality of the evidence on the fact that the third member of our household can't yet point and shoot so we were forced to self-time the camera on the wine rack. Too bad you can't see my shoes. Oh, but wait! I took a picture so you can! I consider myself a professional high-heel walker, even runner at times. I spent years in university and gig-life in ridiculous shoes, paying the price sometimes all night long afterwards. These babies are in a different league though. Something about the heel to arch ratio I think. Seriously. They were definitely not made for walking. They was made for sittin' on the couch, yo.

Anyway, it was a great time. I miss being out at night. The night misses me. We even saw a partial lunar eclipse.

I don't think miss N had that great of a time. Our Italian babysitter told us it took a couple of tries to get her to sleep, saying "lei ha fame! ha fame!" (She's hungry, she's hungry!) So on each try she got a bottle. Um, yeah. Nadia will always take food. She wasn't hungry. She was just out of her element. (We took her to Signora B's house.) But Signora B insists she is hungry, even going so far as to suggest that maybe my milk isn't enough and that I should supplement. I love Signora B, she's a great lady, but she is way wrong. Roo is piggy, that's all there is to it.

Jumping Roo

I know the light isn't great, but you get the idea. N likes to jump.

Oops

I completely forgot to do 12 of 12 today, though I sort of had it planned.

Sorry. I blame not getting more than 2.5 hours consecutive sleep last night.

Politi-ku

B-Ob beat you fair
Please give up this silent coup
Daughters, don't look up

(My passive-aggressive response to something I've suspected for a month or so is in the works and since there have been inklings in the news, I guess it's not so silent anymore.)

Back to Baby

Her new thing....perhaps she'll be like her namesake Ms. Comaneci. In the meantime, this new trick is kinda troublesome for parents who have to carry her up stairs and such.

For Once Not About the Baby

I realize this blog has become an oh-so-dreaded-to-some baby blog and I apologize if this has turned some people off. I didn't plan for this but you have to understand, there is very little outside of Nadia and her needs (these days there are many!) going on in my life. Hopefully one day there will be more.

So today no baby update, but rather a confession. I just want to get this out there in case anyone has noticed or will notice should I ever meet you and is too polite to make fun of me. I want you to know it's ok, I know, so go right ahead. I'm a slob. Really. I don't know how this happened. I wasn't raised by animals, wasn't raised in barn, so I am constantly scratching my head. It must have snuck up on me slowly. Maybe after years of running around trying to catch buses with a viola in one hand and Starbucks in the other I decided to give up all sense of cleanliness. But seriously, I can't seem to keep crumbs, coffee, wine, yogurt or any sort of sauce off my clothes. It's sad but it's true. B is piggy.

On a totally unrelated note, if I see one more "DVD's" or "CD's" ie. random apostrophe transgression on a TV show or in a supposedly reputable publication I'm gonna lose it. Nothing infuriates me more.