So, exactly 12 hours after I wrote the last blog about how Quinn doesn’t exactly “crawl” but she sort of crawls and definitely gets around, well, she started crawling a regular crawl, as in officially alternating arms and legs. And Declan now says the number 5 every time he counts to 10. What will I be “lying” about this week? Hmmmmmmm….I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
In addition to crawling now, Quinn is starting to pull herself up on things, and sometimes pull them down. Like garbage cans. So now all of our garbage cans are in crazy places so munchkin won’t tip them over and eat the contents. Speaking of eating, she sure likes to eat. Just not babyfood. I had plans about her food strategies, different from Declan’s but strategies nonetheless, mostly aligned along the lines of the Weston A. Price diet. But after fighting with her over my chicken parm the other night then finally giving her some, and carelessly distracting her with some suddenly-addictive apple cider yesterday, I’m seeing that it will just work out and to worry about other things. Like Declan.
Declan needs more one-on-one time with his mom, and that’s obviously hard to do right now. He’s been completely potty-trained for over a year, but lately he’s had a few pee accidents while one of us is right there. I guess because it’s attention, even if it’s negative attention. He still remains super-affectionate toward Quinn. Living with the constant up’s and down’s of a three-year old are hard for me. I remember his turning one as being a real challenge for me, but this is more. On the upside, he is completely interested in letters and numbers and is beginning to write them on his own. He likes to hold our hands as we write, then try it on his own, with astonishing results. We’re doing some at-home preschool work with our buddy Olivia and they work well together learning about sounds and attaching them to letters and numbers. It’s been fun singing songs with him – he’s initiating them more and more, and listening to the words more if we play a CD. This morning we were singing “3 Blind Mice,” and oh, the questions. “What’s blind?….Then how did they run if they couldn’t see?….Why did she cut off their tails?…What’s a carving knife?) And nonsense songs, he’ll ask, “Why did he ride a snail? You can’t ride a snail – that’s SILLY!” or “What’s a paddywack…”
Quinn did something interesting the other night. I was reading a catalog in the living room, she was crawling around, then headed to the bathroom. Then she released a cry. I craned my neck to see that she was alright, saw that she was fine, then went back to reading. She came crawling back over to me and promptly peed on the floor. I was stunned. I think she wanted to go potty, in the bathroom, and I essentially ignored her request. (So much for the “communication” part of EC…) Six months old. Who would have thought. According to her recent check-up, she weighs 20 pounds, 11 ounces (9.4 kilos), and she’s 29 1/4″ long (.74 metres).
The baby’s asleep here in my arms as I write this, and Declan’s upstairs asleep…ah, peace….what did I get so mad about today again……….??? Tomorrow’s another day. My good friend reminded me that when I get frustrated, I do well being outside. She advised me to get out tomorrow and take a hike with the kids. I think we’ll do that. Have a good week!
It’s apple season! Making applesauce for Quinn.
Giddy for Gemma!
