Mobility Baby....Mo-Bil-iTEE
I've done it. It took months of work, and weeks of just laying on the floor kicking my legs and making unduly carpet-humping motions, but I'm movin'. I can travel straight across the room at will. Granted, it requires a few rest stops in-between where I lay my head down on the carpet in sheer exhaustion, and I travel at the rate of about a foot every 2 minutes or so - but I'm no longer stuck in the last place someone laid me down. Let me tell you...this rules. My favorite destination? Straight to the magazine rack, where I can rip up and scrunch up paper to my hearts content. No more circles for me - it's vertical or horizontal motion from now on. Hurray! On a similar note, I'm liking that hold standing thing a lot lately. Whether it's on someone's lap or against the couch with Mommie holding my hands, I'm getting a lot less rubber-legged when I'm standing. I have a feeling that it won't be long before crawling loses its appeal....and when that happens? Watch out world!
I've also found another activity that entertains me for long periods of time. Ready? I don't think you are ready. Take a moment......Ready now? I love gagging. Oh yeah. Sweet, sweet almost-puke gagging. Last week I had a toy, which I shoved far into my mouth until it touched my throat. Boy did I gag! I pulled it out and thought, "Hmmm...that was fun!" and promptly shoved it back in. Result? More gagging! "AYCHH! AYCHH!". I repeated this process about a dozen times until Daddy got tired of laughing at me and took it away. (Don't worry...it wasn't the kind of toy that would get stuck in my throat and make me choke - gagging and choking are two separate things!) A couple days later, my Mommie came down the stairs and found me with my mouth closed and my cheeks blown out. To get a visual on this, blow out your cheeks and pretend to hold your breath - that's what it looked like. I was sitting there calmly on the floor, happy as a clam. Mommie thought this was a little wierd, and so she opened my mouth. I don't know why she thought it was strange that I had stuffed my ENTIRE binkey (a binkey is a pacifier to those of you who don't speak "parent-talk") backwards into my mouth. I was quite comfortable and wasn't gagging at all. Later that day though, I had a not so fun experience. The dog has lots of toys (which we share, as you all know), and one of them is a ball. It's a small ball, but not small enough that I could actually swallow it or close my lips around it, but it seemed small enough to try to eat. My daddy was sitting there watching TV, and in a matter of a second, I had popped that ball in my mouth...not entirely in my mouth (as I already explained), but enough in my mouth that it appeared like an S&M ball gag. I panicked a little because I couldn't spit it back out, and Daddy came to my rescue just as the panicking set in, so the ball wasn't in there more than a couple seconds. So, I did learn that toys, spoons and binkeys are fun to gag with - balls are not. Daddy threw away the ball, as he learned from my previous experiences of pulling my hair, saying "Ow" and repeating it again and again, that if the temptation is there, sure enough I'll repeat the action. So thanks Daddy for taking away that mean ball.
I am still continuing my love-hate relationship with sleeping. I love to sleep at night, and I sleep ALL night without waking (from about 8pm until around 4:30 am), but during the day, rarely do my naps last more than 10-15 minutes. That has resulted in a very tired Mommy, who falls asleep on the couch and keeps the same hours as I do. I can't believe that she's not as cranky as me, because let me tell you buddy....lack of daytime naps makes babies cranky cranky cranky. I am the Queen of Crankiness. I'll be smiling and happy and gurgling and making nice Exorcist noises, and then in an instant I'll scream unhappily at the top of my lungs. Among the things that can set off my crankiness:
1. Someone/No-one walking past me.
2. You talked to me / didn't talk to me.
3. I have/don't have a binkey in my mouth.
4. You are watching an integral moment of your favorite TV show.
5. You are holding me/not holding me.
6. Somewhere a butterfly has flapped it's wings.
7. I turned my head.
8. You looked at me without making a funny face or calling my name.
9. I look for the dog, and she isn't there.
10. It's a day of the week ending in the letter "y".
I've also found another activity that entertains me for long periods of time. Ready? I don't think you are ready. Take a moment......Ready now? I love gagging. Oh yeah. Sweet, sweet almost-puke gagging. Last week I had a toy, which I shoved far into my mouth until it touched my throat. Boy did I gag! I pulled it out and thought, "Hmmm...that was fun!" and promptly shoved it back in. Result? More gagging! "AYCHH! AYCHH!". I repeated this process about a dozen times until Daddy got tired of laughing at me and took it away. (Don't worry...it wasn't the kind of toy that would get stuck in my throat and make me choke - gagging and choking are two separate things!) A couple days later, my Mommie came down the stairs and found me with my mouth closed and my cheeks blown out. To get a visual on this, blow out your cheeks and pretend to hold your breath - that's what it looked like. I was sitting there calmly on the floor, happy as a clam. Mommie thought this was a little wierd, and so she opened my mouth. I don't know why she thought it was strange that I had stuffed my ENTIRE binkey (a binkey is a pacifier to those of you who don't speak "parent-talk") backwards into my mouth. I was quite comfortable and wasn't gagging at all. Later that day though, I had a not so fun experience. The dog has lots of toys (which we share, as you all know), and one of them is a ball. It's a small ball, but not small enough that I could actually swallow it or close my lips around it, but it seemed small enough to try to eat. My daddy was sitting there watching TV, and in a matter of a second, I had popped that ball in my mouth...not entirely in my mouth (as I already explained), but enough in my mouth that it appeared like an S&M ball gag. I panicked a little because I couldn't spit it back out, and Daddy came to my rescue just as the panicking set in, so the ball wasn't in there more than a couple seconds. So, I did learn that toys, spoons and binkeys are fun to gag with - balls are not. Daddy threw away the ball, as he learned from my previous experiences of pulling my hair, saying "Ow" and repeating it again and again, that if the temptation is there, sure enough I'll repeat the action. So thanks Daddy for taking away that mean ball.
I am still continuing my love-hate relationship with sleeping. I love to sleep at night, and I sleep ALL night without waking (from about 8pm until around 4:30 am), but during the day, rarely do my naps last more than 10-15 minutes. That has resulted in a very tired Mommy, who falls asleep on the couch and keeps the same hours as I do. I can't believe that she's not as cranky as me, because let me tell you buddy....lack of daytime naps makes babies cranky cranky cranky. I am the Queen of Crankiness. I'll be smiling and happy and gurgling and making nice Exorcist noises, and then in an instant I'll scream unhappily at the top of my lungs. Among the things that can set off my crankiness:
1. Someone/No-one walking past me.
2. You talked to me / didn't talk to me.
3. I have/don't have a binkey in my mouth.
4. You are watching an integral moment of your favorite TV show.
5. You are holding me/not holding me.
6. Somewhere a butterfly has flapped it's wings.
7. I turned my head.
8. You looked at me without making a funny face or calling my name.
9. I look for the dog, and she isn't there.
10. It's a day of the week ending in the letter "y".
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