Monday, February 18, 2013
How do you like them apples?
For a few days, it seemed like my dream had come true -- she was eating the solid food really well and was sleeping better at night. She would fall asleep around 11 p.m. and though she would still wake up to nurse every couple of hours she (and I) settled right back to sleep after each nursing session and she didn't actually get up until 9 o'clock in the morning. It was like the Heavens had parted and I could hear harps and choirs singing "Hallelujah!" Of course, it didn't last. All of a sudden she was staying up til 1 or 2 a.m. again and wouldn't settle down and fussed for hours. Michelle likes to keep you guessing. Whether good or bad as soon as you think you have her figured out, it changes. You have to just take it day by day. You can never count on anything with her.
If she doesn't have a nap during the day, she can get very cranky. Then again, if she has a nap for too long in the day she may not fall asleep at night. She seems to enjoy the public playtime in the afternoon. We've gone a couple of times and it's been great. She loves seeing new faces and especially baby faces. She was flirting with a three month old boy, even reaching out to give him a hug. In her defense, he did look older than three months! I memorized one of the songs they do "It's a smooth road to London town" and sing it to her at home, including the actions -- up and down, a bumpy road and a rough road -- and she loves it. She seems to sleep really well on the days we go out for playtime (though now that I've said that it probably won't happen again. Michelle refuses to be predictable!)
My Dad was sweet enough to shave off his moustache, which he hadn't in years, so he wouldn't be too scratchy to kiss Michelle. She was reaching up to touch his face. Maybe she noticed the difference since the last time she saw him. He was lifting her up in the air, which she loves. He noticed that she's a little bit heavier. I'm anxious to see what she weighs now since her last trip to the doctor. The doctor was concerned she wasn't gaining weight consistently. Now that she's having just as much breastmilk and solid foods on top of it I think she must have gained weight. She certainly feels heavier to me!
She leans in at the pages she really likes and listens intently. I'm hoping she'll love to read herself. I can't wait until she can talk. I know that although she says many words now that it's just by fluke. It will be a treat to hear her say "Mama" for the first time. She does say "Dada" a lot, which of course is proof that D is just an easier sound to make than M because she's saying it even though she never hears it and there's no Daddy in the picture. Sometimes when she babbles it almost sounds like a sentence such as "Dada died in Iowa" (likely just a fluke made from random sounds but then again he might have, which would explain why he has never written to apologize for abandoning us! Maybe she's clairvoyant...)
Michelle always puts her hand on the page when I read the nursery rhyme "There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good she was very very good, but when she was bad she was horrid." Michelle may not have a curl on her forehead (at least not yet, maybe she will have curly locks like Little Orphan Annie) but she certainly suits the poem otherwise. When she's good, she's an absolute angel, a delight, the sweetest baby that ever lived. When she's bad, she's a demon, a nightmare, terrifying. You should see her scream. I thought about making a
video of one of her full blown tantrums but I worried that people would think I was killing her with the way she carries on. Over nothing. She's just a drama queen. She SCREAMS bloody murder on the change table now. Especially if she's tired and cranky. I know she's a big phony and nothing is really wrong because as soon as I break out her fishy puppet (I have a clown fish puppet that she adores) she stops crying instantly and gets all excited and reaches out to hug him. He's my secret weapon for the grumpies now! She just wants her own way and if she doesn't get it, LOOK OUT! Especially when she's sleepy. The silly thing is, she'll fight sleep. She'll be drowsy, rubbing her eyes, looks like she's about to doze off. Then I nurse her thinking, this is great, she'll be out like a light. Next thing I know she's kicking me and rolling around and WIDE AWAKE. It's like my breastmilk is made of Red Bull! (And no, I don't drink copious amounts of caffeine, so my milk shouldn't have that effect!) Then a while later she's rubbing her eyes and crying because she's overtired but it was her own choice to stay up. Sometimes it just drives you nuts.
One night I tried to play a song for her on my guitar. She had been making strange with things and acting scared for no reason and now it happened with my guitar. All of a sudden she was afraid of it. OMG. I'm a songwriter. Please tell me my baby is not afraid of the guitar! I convinced her that she'd seen me play before and it was fine. I showed her a video of me on Youtube, playing my guitar. She looked at the video, then at me, then back at the video, then at my guitar. I picked up the guitar and started to play along with the video. Thankfully it worked and she was cured of that fear. I also managed to cure her of a fear of balloons, a fish shower curtain, a monkey made out of a coconut and other random objects. I didn't however try to warm her up to Tyson Beckford (I mentioned in a previous post that she was suddenly terrified of the portrait I did of him at the top of the stairs). I realized that the style of a lot of my artwork is expressionistic and dark and may be frightening to her so I have nothing but safe portraits of ladies on the walls. She still looks at that spot everytime we go up the stairs and is excited to see Nicole Kidman there. She even reaches out to touch the picture.