Baby Bomber

I often wonder what to blog about. What do our readers want to hear about? I see the Little M. on a regular basis and am amazed every day at all the little things she does. Like how her slow crawl has turned into a good scramble or even how she LOVES her yogurt. So I wait for a major milestone or something that inspires me to write.

Two thing lately have been tumbling around in my head. One is her new found bruteness. I mean she is a thug, a brute. Tales are surfacing of her heavy hand at daycare when there is a toy or item that strikes her fancy. Just yesterday her twin cousin came to town, Avery. Please see Twin Cousins for more info on adorable little Avery. Well, Avery came to visit our home with Sheila's brother and sister-in-law and started right in playing with Mia's toys. It didn't matter if it was a toy Mia never ever cares about, she would shuffle on over and make her toy dominance known. Even in close proximity to each other the Little M. had no issues with throwing a hip or grabbing Avery by the back of the shirt for a good natured tug to the ground.

Now, I would never ever let Mia think it's OK to be a bully. Nobody likes a bully and I am sure we all have one tale or many of someone who has done us wrong at one point in our lives. That being said I can' help but smile and silently chuckle at our little beast. She has the advantage not in size but with the helmet. She is free to throw right hooks and hay makers all day with her face and head protected from a counter attack. Why even her helmet echo's the statement "float like a butterfly" Lets hope she doesn't "Sting like a bee." What to do though? Again me completely ignorant on how to stop this behavior and promote peace love and all that hippie hand holding. No I don't want a bully but teehee for standing your ground and going for what you want.

Second of the things in my head is this; I see me reflected in her. What a cool thing that is. As an adopted kid I had limited exposure to people that looked like me and their qualities that may or may not have mirrored my own. I feel for Trixie and even a little for Mia because she bares the closest resemblance to me at this point. I am sure in time this will change, and we will have equal representation. for now though I am often moved at creation and this thing that continues to develop as a product of us. To be as cheesy as possible -- a miracle.

Lastly as an update to her flat head. (The Helmet and The flat) The specialist says there has been no change in the month in a half with her helmet on. We and others who see her disagree and can see some rounding. The specialist cored out some of the helmet around the flat to help promote more rounding, but it looks like we may have a couple more months of the cranial band. More hay makers so keep your guard up!

Figuring you out

This picture is similar to another recent one, but I am posting it because of the look she is giving the camera. She is not only noticing things but now she seems to be figuring them out. Or at least trying too.

She definitely has begun to understand that for most of her actions there is an obvious reaction. She hits a toy it makes a noise, she pulls the drawer it opens and of course if she cries we come running. I was thinking about this the other day when I realized I had no idea what I am doing, I mean none. There I said it.

I mean really, are we loving her too much or not enough? Should she play alone or should we be there? Should she eat that? Is she getting enough sleep, is that necessary should we do that? My answer to all these questions and more is -- Duh....

This morning I was driving to work listening to Guyns nd Rosis singing Nitetrain at a volume that is assuredly not helping the ringing in my ears and I am thinking "Wow, I still really love this band, I should play it for the Little M." Even that has me thinking wow that's good parenting play 80's hair metal for a 10 month old baby, the heck with Showpan or Baytoven.

Alas, I imagine most parents go through this ordeal. We haven't broken her yet, dented a little see The Helmet and the flat, but she is still in there, figuring out all that she sees in her little portion of the world. We will just keep showing it to her -- Axil Rows and all.

The terror from the crib

They say that adversity builds character, that challenges in life make you stronger. Well after these past two weeks we are going to have one strong in character little girl! As you all know things started off with the flat head and her awesome crash helmet, which by the way I recommend to everyone now for the safety factor -- face plant away lil one! There was of course the angry emergence of her little bottom teeth. Then we had a little incident with a bug bite that turned into a spreading rash, lotion antibiotics fixed her up but that led us into her stomach bug.

It's Friday night and I am living the weekend dream, put the baby to bed and sat down to watch "The Fog" (I love scary movies esp. corny ones) and I hear a little cough from the baby monitor. Huh, I think she just went to sleep about 10 minutes ago she is probably fine I won't be that dad, I will just sit here and watch my movie. OK, so I am that dad and off I go at the slightest little sound --Don't tell Trixie!

I walk into the little M's room to see her sitting up in her crib starring at me as I enter the room. OK, so I was watching a scary movie and that freaked me out a little, as this is the first time I have seen her sit herself up on her own and secondly because she is motionless and silent. OK first red flag.

So I walk over and remind her that it is bedtime and it's much easier to sleep when you are lying down, she is a baby she may have forgotten. I reach in the darkened crib to find her binky only to find a fair amount of moisture. Red flag.
So on come the lights and wouldn't you know, Lynda Blare had come to visit and Pea Souped it everywhere! Crib, rails, helmet in the Velcrow of the helmet, blankey, binkey, sheets, lions tigers bears oh my! Oh Trixie where for art thou?

Well after much clean up and from both ends, her ends that is, and a week of bad baby blues we wondered if she would ever get better. She did not, her demeanor was going down hill and she was not the care free love bug we have grown to adore.

Back to Dr. Rockstar. Dr. Roockstar says baby has ear infection! What's next the plague! Oy Vay! Well, good friends we have her on the mend and her smiles are outweighing her frowns.

So, I am not really sure who the adversity affected Trixie, day care or myself but she is still one cute little cookie despite acting like a zombie who hasn't gotten a good supply of brain in some time. Ah parenting who knew it would be so fun. Still if I wasn't me I'd want to be me!