So, its been a year since we
amused ourselves with the
announcement that Liz was pregnant, but it feels like about 400.
Hamish is seven months old. Huzzah. He has not been dropped, or
accidentally fed to bears or anything that seems permanently damaging
yet, so we seem to be more or less successful as parents. (He has
had his head hit on a doorknob and doorframe recently, but I blame
that on being 3cm longer suddenly and sticking out further than I
Back at the start of March he had his 6 month visit with the MCHN and
the traditional weighing and measuring. He was 68.5cm long and 6.7kg
the time (although I think he is palpably longer, and presumably
heavier now now). This puts him
at about the 90th (adjusted age 75th) percentile in height (lonnng) but only 20th
(adjusted age 25th) percentile in weight (skinny). I am not quite sure how we ended up
with a bean pole child, but experimental evidence suggests that he's not
starving for food, so it seems to just be the way things are. Its
certainly way less than the projected 12kg based on the first 5 weeks worth of weight increase,
so Mothra wrestling is probably out. On the other hand, I suspect
that when my parents come back from Europe, they'll be a bit stunned
by how much bigger he is.
Girding her loins and resigning herself to needing a change of
clothes each and every time for both herself and Hamish, goldengrove
started trying to feed him solid food early in March. Rice cereal
Pumpkin went ok (traitor!), although it might not have gone down
his throat while he was chewing happily on the spoon. Potato was a
bit more problematic, and seemed to result in some gut issues. Apple...
was a problem. It led to a day or so of screaming, taut stomach and
clear gut pain.
It might be it wasn't mushy enough or it might be that tiny entrails
weren't up to it. Either way, we backed off for a fortnight (partly
because we were driving for hours this weekend past, and I'd rather
not have upset screaming in the ear), and tried again this week. The
cereal seems to have been accepted as actual food and gobbled, so
I think he just needed a couple of weeks more development - this might
be one of those places where we have to count from his projected
birth date rather than from his actual birth date.
Along that train of thought, he also now has teeth! The Horrible
Teeth! The traditional bottom two came in first over this last weekend,
and so its only a matter of time until he bites himself on the
foot, or bites his mum while feeding. He already has enough of a scope to
hurt me by pulling out handfuls of chest hair - actual biting will
have to be pretty painful to compete with Hamish's death-grip-and-pull
action on the hair around the neck of my t-shirt.
Its been kind of a busy month - as well as the usual mother's group
and similar regular activities, Hamish has had more injections, gone
to the MCHN, visited with Liz's mum, visited with my parents, visited
with Benji, Ainsley and Jeremy, gone to the beach, gone to a MURP
camp and visited with Dougal and Lee. He's also been babysat for the
second time by Liz's mum while we went to Rupert's 40th, and been
on a long car trip out to Bairnsdale and Orbost to visit my aunt,
uncle and grandmother.
He was ... frankly angelic for the entire trip. We spent about 10 hours
in the car, and I think he was asleep for more than 8 of those (admittedly
we drove home after dark to help that along, but still). While we were
there he laughed, he smiled, he was pretty easy to put to bed and feed,
and he slept several times in the pram. Despite predictions, none of
us were made into people pie either.
He did start to wake
up at 4am and need feeding, which has so far continued after getting home
again - suboptimal but not actually demonic. I'm hoping it was just the
different environment, or his teeth breaking through, and he'll go back
to sleeping through the entire evening.. because with daylight savings
this weekend, if he's waking up at 3am and then again at 6am,
goldengrove may go a bit mad herself.
Hamish developed two new skills last week, both of which led to hilarity.
He worked out that his tongue existed and that by sticking it out at
people, they'd laugh at him. Given that when I waggle my tongue at him,
he starts laughing and can't stop, it seems only fair that it happens
in return. The second was to flail around with whatever he has in his hand -
sounds non-significant, but then you haven't been hit in the face with
a wildly wielded giraffe. I think the second comes from his grip
improving out of sight - I picked him up out of the rocker the other day,
and he grabbed the cross bar and carried the whole thing into the air
with him. It took a while to convince him to let it go too, so it wasn't
just a brief fling up into the sky with the rocker. Unfortunately this
also extends to grips on hair and jewelery, so it might be time to stop
wearing those for a while for both of us.
My current developmental goal is for Hamish to be able to sit up on
his own, or at least stay seated when he's in place. At the moment,
he either has to be left in the rocker or on the floor (DANGEROUSLY
close to the GROUND) which he doesn't like too much, or carried around.
Once he can sit up a bit better we can put him in the 'high' chair
which will let him look around, and hopefully contain some of the food
mess (and not just form a weapons platform from which to launch spoonfuls). It would also let him sit up on the floor, and grab toys. At the
moment I can wedge him in the corner of a chair, but he either tilts
over one way or the other, or works himself down until he's all but
laying out straight. It'll be helped by the arm exercising he's getting
from lifting up while on his front, which is coming along nicely too.
There's no sign of him imminently working out how to crawl or effectively
roll around, which has its good side of not having to put him into baby
jail just yet, nor do we yet have to work out how to baby proof the
Photos from the last month