Thiago!!!!
Oh man, Borboleta, a huge smile went across my face when I read that! Congratulations to little Thiago!!!
As for falling, I don't know, I never worried about it. J fell so often and always had bumps and red marks that I only worried that people would think I was beating him up or something. We do only have berber carpet and linoleum, though (one of the reasons we bought this house when I was pregnant was because of the carpet and the lino--I knew it was the perfect house to raise a baby and a toddler), so there's nothing really hard to fall on. But I really wouldn't worry about it. He will fall. He will hit his head on hard things. The bumps will remain red for a few hours, and then go away. I've always found that I can tell when J is ready for a nap when he just brushes his cheek or nose or chin against something hard and starts bawling. This means he is tired. Because otherwise, he could bonk his head and fall sideways and will keep on going as if nothing happened. He is just so busy doing things that he doesn't let a few bumps get in the way. I think it's just part of the learning process. They simply fall and then start falling less.
If it's any consolation, J's cousin, who is a little under a year older than him, tripped down the stairs that led from the screen door to the deck, and then rolled down the deck steps into the garden, all in one fluid motion. He stopped, laughed, got up and ran away to play. And J himself, while at Gymboree, decided to lower himself down a really really high block and hit his chin on the way down. I ran over to the other side to see if he was okay, and he was lying on his back, on the mat below, with his eyes wide open in amazement and his mouth in a big "O". He immediately stood up, got back on the block and lowered himself again, this time making very sure that his chin cleared the edge.
But still,
Thiago!!!
Rowan, how are M's travels (quite literally) in walking going? Is she a full-on walker yet?
SK--that's wonderful about F's increasing sitting skills. It's only uphill from here!
I'm getting all teary-eyed as J's birthday grows nearer and nearer when I think of all the different stages we went through, from completely immobile to where we are now. I almost wish we didn't have so many videos and pictures because at times I miss "Immobile Baby Jonah" who used so many other ways to show his personality.
I've got insomnia right now and it's the night before J's party. Not that it's that big a deal--we did all the shopping, my mother is halfway through preparing the meal, our gift to him was bubble bath (just 'cuz--he won't get his guitar till Christmas, and it's not like we need more crap around our pretty small living room). And we already used it in his bath tonight. But my mum went all wonky on me again; she seems to feel some sort of ownership over the boy that is driving me nuts. She told me this evening that she had to start to prepare tomorrow's dinner, so if I wouldn't mind looking after him, that'd be great.
Wha?!? I told her that that was entirely patronizing and why on earth would she feel that she needed to tell me to look after my son? Earlier she wanted to get into a debate about Sesame Street being entirely American and that Canadians would never instil the same values in children.
??? The song she was referring to had some pop star singing to the monsters that that they were special and could be whatever they wanted to be. (It's one of J's favourites because the singer does this air drum thing, and J does it with him.) I thought this was bunk, and didn't want to argue the matter, but she keeps trying to push me into these pseudo-intellectual debates about ridiculous things. In this case, the Americanization of Canadian children through the insidious messages of Sesame Street.
Borboleta--First, please continue with your so-called "novels." They are so great to read. Second, how's T's eating going? Is it getting any better? We got a total of NINE ounces of formula into J today, a bit of whole milk, some 9% Greek yoghurt, and otherwise, it was all "people food." I'm getting worried. He needs more calcium, and why on earth is he not drinking his formula? Putting cow's milk in his sippy cups doesn't help either because he rarely drinks from them.
I thought we were doing awesome for a while because he was devouring cheese, until I found out that OH had accidentally bought
lactose free cheese, so that was a bust.
Storm--you're probably the best one to ask about this--where are you hiding L's milk? Is it working?
And how are you feeling? I'm sorry about having to return to work. I keep trying to push away the fact that I start lecturing on the 2nd of Jan, and then it hits me with like a freight train of anxiety again and again.
Is L's vomiting due to an illness, of something else? Such as the lactose intolerance (even though it seems lile you've got that sorted)? Does she still have reflux even with the diagnosis of the lactose problem?
Oh, and my husband met with two colleagues of ours, one who has a toddler (I think he's a year in March?) and the other who has a baby a month or two younger than J. Neither of them have STTN once yet. So you're in good company...
Okay, I think I'm finally able to sleep. Until tomorrow, everyone, when I can respond to more people.