The Worst Week of B's Life (and mine)
You heard it here folks, Beatrice is having the worst week ever. This means John and I are also having the worst week ever (more me than John, but who’s counting? Not me. Although it makes sense that my week would be worse than his since I’m the one plagued with 4:30 feedings… just saying…). Moving on. She’s developed some serious separation anxiety and wants to be...
A Video: Beatrice's First Moments
Music: Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machines Beatrice’s First Moments from Julia Reynolds on Vimeo.
There comes a point where you have to stop letting your baby control you. For some, this might start at day one. For others (like myself) this happens later, when the little dictator’s cries go from being instinctual to manipulative. Beatrice has definitely started knowingly trying to control us with her cries. She’ll scream her little head off while I’m pushing her around...
Bebe has graduated from her infant seat to a big-girl, convertible car seat. She didn’t OUTGROW her other seat – the peanut had a lot of space left in that thing, but she’s been staging a protest against that little red seat for quite some time. She would start screaming and would go stiff as a board when we’d try to put her in it, and once we’d have her strapped in she would continue to scream...
Before I start tonight’s story time you must know a few things. First of all, our dog Mario is a terrible walker - he strains on his leash the entire time and goes crazy at the sight of other dogs, cats, squirrels, etc. John has this little tactic where he kicks his back foot up to pop Mario in the buns to keep him walking in a straight line if he starts going crazy and wanting to run across...
This week our little Beatrice has been hanging on to a fever of 100-101. In the morning she wakes up hot and sad, and it’s a hard couple of hours until she falls asleep for her first nap. After that though, she perks up and has a better rest of the day. She’s still feverish and clingy, but you can sneak some smiles out of her and if you’re lucky she’ll even play a bit. The...
Today I was holding my Bebe while shoveling my after work feast snack in my mouth as usual, when BAM, french kiss, square on the mouth. Bebe had her hands on either side of my face and was kissing me, tongue and all. Oh wait, those weren’t kisses. Yup, she was trying to dig the food out of my mouth… with her mouth. Things get more weird around here every day.
I’m just going to say it – five and a half to seven and a half months old was the sweet spot of babyhood. Bebe would sit by herself and stay put, and we could pretty much just let her be. Eight months brought in a fury of movement. She’s been trying to crawl for a while and has scooting herself backwards and in circles on the wood floor, but all of the sudden WHOA the girl is on the go. She’s...