So – he’s been on the outside pretty much as long as on the inside. Nine months. Which felt longer? I think pregnancy felt longer. With pregnancy you’re mainly waiting for something to happen and, as we all know, time doesn’t move when we’re waiting for something (unless we’re dreading something awful to happen, of course; then the opposite is true).
As it happens, we saw our pediatrician today. Timothy is 10.25 kilo (about 22.5 pounds). She didn’t measure his height. He’s wearing 12-18 months clothes and even some 18-24. His Halloween 12-18 costume was too tight and too short, for example.
Still only two teeth, still not crawling (although now that I’ve made some changes and created more floorspace for him on the mats, he is attempting to move, but so far can’t figure out what to do with the one leg that remains under his belly when he tries to launch from a sitting position). The doctor said many babies skip the crawling phase altogether. She put him on his feet and proclaimed him very sturdy 🙂
He’s eating chunky foods and basically whatever we eat (I had to cut down on salt big time). I go all in with herbs and onions and other stuff that makes food tasty – and so far he’s loving it. Yesterday it was chicken breast with zucchinis, carrots, onions, bell peppers and thyme. He LOVED it.
He doesn’t like sour stuff: plums, yogurt. He doesn’t like avocado and broccoli. He loves meat and chicken and fish. He’s a real, if little, man!
He drives me NUTS with constantly blowing raspberries, especially during mealtimes. I don’t like being sprayed with food. Ignoring it as a tactic to discourage this behaviour doesn’t work. Now I push his high chair away and stop feeding him for half a minute or so. Let’s see if it produces any results…
He is too dependent right now. He would love nothing better than for me to sit next to him all day long on the floor, building pail towers and pressing buttons with him and helping him stand upright and play. I am trying to encourage him to play on his own, but he’s not too happy about it. I hope he crawls soon (or walks) and will be able to get the toys that roll away from him on his own. Especially now that he sleeps only twice a day, this clingy behaviour doesn’t give me enough space to do stuff.
Enter the cleaning lady. Yay! We hired a cleaning lady. Today was her first day. We gave her the keys and headed off to the doctor’s office. Now I am sitting in a spotless house happy to know that under the bed, behind the couch and on the window sill it’s all clean!
Such a worthwhile investment. It relieved both of us from constant daunting pressure of “we need to wash the three levels worth of floors”. Hallelujah.
Anyway. Happy 9 months, Timothy. You’re a real boy now. Where did my baby go?..