Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Mid-Week Round-Up

Superbowl Sunday (in the evening) is the very best day of the year to go to the grocery store. So empty!

Frank really likes grapefruit. She wouldn’t stop lusting after mine so I offered her a taste and she loved it. Instead of the sour baby face I was expecting she came back for more (and more and more). Avocado has also been a success. 

This evening it was minus twenty-three degrees with the wind chill. And I have a cold. No matter how much I ready myself for the month of February I’m never ready for February. Here’s to all day in our pajamas and take out hot and sour soup. 

We have high speed internet via the cable company that works great but comes out worse than dial up once our wireless router gets involved. Many thanks to all our neighbours with unsecured wireless networks that I borrow (and always put back when I’m done). 

Life is so much better with a good book. I recently finished The Bishop’s Man (very good) and have only a few pages left of Maggie Now by Betty Smith (who wrote A Tree Grows in Brooklyn). Any suggestions? 

Our sleep schedule transition is moving ahead with mixed results. Last night Frances slept from nine-thirty until six. Win. The previous two nights she woke up at four in the morning. Fail. 


Exploring the very bottom of the bib basket.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Pretty Miss

On Saturday Frankie's cousin Jack turned one. He was a perfectly handsome and charming birthday boy and we had such a lovely time at his party. In addition to the dapper little mister, an exquisite cake (that he got to get his hands into) and all sorts of delicious treats, there was an amazing photographer wandering around capturing Jack and his friends and family in action. Below are some of her shots of Frankie. I love love them. 






(Photos by Diane Nordine)

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Trouble In The Kingdom

We bought our video camera just before Frances was born and still haven’t deleted a single file. Even those sixteen second test shots of the floor and whatever else was in front of us are still on there. So is the very first video of a very small and fresh Frances on the night she was born. And this one from four months ago.


I laugh the exact same amount at the exact same spots every time. No foolin.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Cuff Stuffer

According to Wholesome Baby Food

Your 8 to 10 month old baby might be crawling and trying to pull herself up. At this stage, your baby may not have a big interest in eating. Your baby may suddenly begin to refuse to eat. She's simply too busy to stop exploring her world and she may get quite miffed when you put her in her highchair to eat. With her independence growing, she may also begin to show preferences for certain foods and refuse to be spoon fed. Take heart - this stage of baby feeding, while quite challenging, will soon pass. 

I thought we were going to have to resort to putting her food in the cat dish – which she has an insatiable desire for. Or that all the floor fuzz she manages to stick in her mouth was filling her up. She can spot the tiniest fluff from all the way across the room and crawl-runs trying to beat you to it. I keep expecting her to poop a sock. 

Accepting how much she loves to put little things into her mouth we're going to try some soft finger foods like sweet potato cubes and avocado and tofu until she gets over her refusal to eat more than two spoonfuls of anything. Today we tried squished-up blueberries and bananas bits and small pieces of whole wheat toast. Other than the rejects I found stuffed in her pant cuffs I think she filled her belly.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sleep Tight

When you have a baby you spend a lot of time thinking about and googling and praying for sleep. More sleep and sound sleep and nap sleeps and night sleeps. Frances is still sleeping pretty well. Putting her in her own room was revolutionary and with very few exceptions she sleeps from 10pm until 7am. I am so so thankful for this. 

But as my return to work approaches we've realized there is some sleep work yet to be done. For instance, it would be dreamy if she'd go to bed before I did. Like at eight o'clock. Then I could have a bath or read a book or just lay in the middle of the living room for two hours and do nothing. Swoon. She is also still nursed or rocked to sleep and spends her naps on my shoulder or curled up next to me. I have tried to put her down for her naps and she is up like a hot air balloon twenty minutes later. Since she needs more than twenty minutes of sleep and I need more than twenty minutes of quiet time we've just kept on with what works. 

Knowing now that her nighttime sleep is fairly solid and that a looming transition to different day time caregivers will be much easier with more independent sleep habits february is going to be sleep month. 

Objective One: eight o'clock bedtime. In the last two months I have put Frank to sleep at 9:30 instead of 10:00 three times and each time she's woken up at three in the morning all grins and flapping arms ready to take on her day. It then takes two hours to get her settled back down and back to sleep. Maybe its a fluke and she was bothered by teeth or the temperature or had a bad baby dream at the exact same time each night. Pretty unlikely and so the plan is to make a verrrry gradual transition to an earlier bedtime. For the next two nights we'll try 9:45 and then for two nights 9:30 and then 9:15 and so on. This means sixteen days (fingers crossed) until an eight o'clock bedtime.  

Objective Two: solo naps. Since the quality of daytime naps can affect nighttime sleep we'll wait until objective number one is safely behind us before taking this on. Frank sleeps really really well during the day (three forty-five minute to two and a half hour siestas) its just that its on me. Some days this is trying. Most days I'm able to remember that our quiet time together is ever fleeting and will be much missed in the years to come. I doubt, however, that we'll be able to find a day care provide with the same time and perspective. So after she's been nursed and rocked I'll start putting her in her own room for naps. I know the first few naps and probably the first few days will mean sleep interrupted but hopefully if we keep trying she'll adjust and/or get tired enough to give in for more than twenty minutes at a time.

And then there's the learning to soothe herself to sleep feat - also really important as she grows. I'm hoping that this skill will develop a little as we work on earlier bedtimes and napping alone - setting us up to begin putting her down for the night when she is sleepy but not asleep. This is the one thing that I really really wish we had done from the start. All the parenting books recommend it and all the parents recommend it still it seemed impossible not to pick her when she was so tiny and cried after being put down. 

I'm happy to have this all neat and written out. I think it will help me stick to the plan on days when our schedule or Frankie's mood is upside-down. On days when there is crying and I have to fight hard not to pick her up and cuddle her to sleep and sniff her little head while she naps in my arms there is this: 


I know you shouldn't reward babies with material things for good behaviour but no one ever said you couldn't reward the mammas. 

On a non-sleep note in the last few photos from our trip the bug is caught red-handed trying to steal Emma's chewy boomerang. 


In the end, Emma convinced her that sharing was best.

(Photos by Grandma)
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