Today, we are the worst parents evah - he's been kicked in the face, had his head whacked on a table edge, somehow found some plastic to eat and earlier this week I was too slow to stop him face planting out of the rocker (its hard to explain how without jestures). Also he's been fed broccoli, which is the first food that has been actively, and voluminously rejected. I'd be complaining to the management if I was him.
We've been trying a new food every 3 days or so. And by we, I mean goldengrove
for the most part - he mostly gets fed "solids" in the morning and afternoon, so I'm not often home. Which is just as well when its sweet potato or pumpkin, because these 'foods' are not suitable for consumption. Anyway, he's successfully had pear, peas, pumpkin, potato (sweet), porridge... its like there's theme going on, but I can't quite put my finger on it. He's also scoffed cauliflour, zucchini and avocardo, but that lacks something in the alliteration department.
Feeding him is a bit of a struggle to get the spoon to his mouth before he lunges at it and knocks all the food off, then another wrestle to get it out of his mouth. All while balancing him on your leg and trying to hold his arms out of the way, and hold a nappy in front of him to catch the vast majority of the spilled food. There was an attempt to let him control the spoon
but ... well, the results speak for themselves.
His sleep cycle has been a bit off with the additional solid food, although I gather that's normal - I'd expect that the solids have a lower nutritional density than breast milk so you need more of them for the same food value; but baby stomachs are only so big, so he's been waking up around 10 or 11 for a feed and then back to sleep. Daylight savings was a bit of a disturbance too, with it suddenly being too dark at night to go for a walk. Still no sign of this mystical and mythical state called "self-settling".
There haven't been any big outings in the month, although he's been to Conquest
's birthday picnic, tai chi/Cath & Morg's, visted geekweevil
's on a Thursday and for a dinner party, over to tacomonkey
's house for a while (while goldengrove
got to have a nice hot bath for the first time since getting pregnant) and Glenn and twilight_dew
's going away party. He didn't go to the housewarming - we organised to tag team seeing as how the party was close by; goldengrove
went first for a few hours while I babysat, then she took the B shift while I caught up on the vodka. I mean partying. Also. because bjj_moves
was on leave for two weeks, he also got a lot more attention and shoulder rides during the day while at home.
Hamish has reached a stage where he sees things and wants them. All the time. Regardless of how hot, poisonous, sharp, easily broken, electrified or otherwise inappropriate they are. They Must Go In His Mouth. Which means that while you're holding him, you are constantly wrestling with him as he lunges toward the object of his total desire. Which, frankly, gets really tiring pretty quickly. I don't quite understand how wrangling a 7kg baby is so hard, he really has quite strong muscles for his size.
He's slowly working out how to get around on his own - he can now roll around the lounge with a reasonable degree of success (we've had to raise the sides of the cot while he sleeps) and he's working on the idea of crawling. The knees go under, leading to elevator bum, or the arms lift his head up, but I don't think he has the strength or coordination to do both as yet. That's probably for the best, given how much stuff needs to be sorted into a less baby-accessible location around the house. Weirdly, if he's on his back and he grabs your fingers, you can provide a bit of uplift and he rises easily to a sitting position, and then up onto his feet, which is the Best Thing Ever. He'll stand there laughing and bobbing up and down a bit while clinging to your hands. Its not a 100% successful process - if he lets go with one hand or puts his feet too close together, he tends to spin around and plunge to the ground (see "kicked in the face"). In other gross motor skill news, he can belt anything within short range with the bear-rattle thing he has; short range mostly just encompassing himself, but also my face or any other toy sitting on his lap. Also, less hilariously, he can mostly sit up on his own - oo, the thrills never end :)
Next Monday is the 8 month MCHN appointment, where hopefully he'll have put on a bit more weight for his height. Its not that he's malnourished or anything, but it feels weird that he is a tall skinny lad, and its hard to avoid that thought of "maybe we're doin' it wrong".Month 8 photos