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Month seven - Bairnsdale, biting, babysitting and, er, botato. 
1st-Apr-2009 12:07 am

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 expect).

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 at 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 was ignored. 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 house.

Photos from the last month

31st-Mar-2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
I see he's looking really very cute now - a little bit older than just baby-baby with very definite expressions. Yippee! ^_^

And I see you and goldengrove continue to wear HAIR against your own advice. ^_^
31st-Mar-2009 09:27 pm (UTC)
He's concentrating on figuring out what's going on :)

The beard is ok, the chest hair thing hurts. I take no responsibility for any other hair :)
31st-Mar-2009 01:33 pm (UTC)
he either tilts over one way or the other, or works himself down until he's all but laying out straight

Working on following his father into a career as a gutter drunk? :-D

Glad to see this post - you've been a bit quiet and I was a little concerned that something had Gone WrongTM
31st-Mar-2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
*giggle* I've never been a gutter drunk. Lawn and once or twice nature strip, sure...

I just found I wasn't quite up to the weekly posts, so I thought I would switch to monthly. They're still enormous :)
31st-Mar-2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Despite predictions, none of us were made into people pie either.

God, he keeps getting so biiiiig.
31st-Mar-2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
We used the house scales to weigh him yesterday, I think he's at 6.9kg now. And he's definitely taller.
31st-Mar-2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
Good baby update :)

Drop me an email, we don't get to chat on goofey anymore and well I want to tell you about my new honours topic :)
31st-Mar-2009 11:35 pm (UTC)
1st-Apr-2009 05:00 am (UTC)
hehe it wont be long before he is taller than me and jess! (not that this is hard lol)
1st-Apr-2009 10:57 am (UTC)
If he stays the same height percentile he is now, he'll be 182cm.. :) That's about 4cm taller than me. Could happen
1st-Apr-2009 09:35 am (UTC)
I hope my babies are as cute as yours!!
1st-Apr-2009 10:59 am (UTC)
:-) i swear its a lottery.
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