Oh, and Cashmere, we took Annabel off the bottle quite by accident when all the ones I brought to Alabama were in the chill bag with her antibiotics that I left in the Enterprise car rental pick-up lot upon arrival. We replaced the drugs, but not the bottles. Only we've been thinking of putting her temporarily back on a nighttime one, because, while she's competent with both sippy and straw cups, she's just not drinking as much from her bedtime cup as she did when it was her bedtime bottle.
I called the doctor to schedule her 15-month checkup today, and wasn't able to get in till late July. I ended up talking with the nurse for about 10 minutes about Annabel's continued non-verbal state. (She occasionally says "ma," "da" or "daddy," "yeah," and "ba" when waving bye, but not frequently enough that I can be sure she really gets it, means to communicate something, and isn't just babbling.) Nurse said not to worry, after questioning me on how she interacts and responds to the world around her. So I'm trying not to. But it's very, very hard.
Am I a terrible mother because I hope Annabel turns out smart? It's not that I'd love her any less if she weren't, just that I hope she is.
OH MY GOD SUSAN. Seriously, what kind of HEARTLESS BITCA would want her baby to be SMART?
Besides, she'll never get a good man to provide for her that way.
Totally random, theoretical question for Plei: If you could have any image, any at all, on a onesie for Lily, what might it be? 'Specially if it's Bats or Buffy-related.
Am I a terrible mother because I hope Annabel turns out smart?
Of course not.
It's not that I'd love her any less if she weren't, just that I hope she is.
I know she is. I can tell from the pictures. She's very alert, and curious and attentive. This is not going to be an issue. Trust me.
I think most smart people want smart kids, yeah?
I would...hopefully not enough to start French in utero(Not French. I only know "Voulez vous coucher avec moi?" but, okay, Cathtilian.)
I think every mother wants a smart kid.
Totally random, theoretical question for Plei: If you could have any image, any at all, on a onesie for Lily, what might it be? 'Specially if it's Bats or Buffy-related.
I think a Wolfram and Hart onesie would kick ass. And as soon as I find my iron, she'll have her first Bat onesie.
Susan, if you're still worried about her not speaking go ahead and take her to a speech therapist and get her evaluated.
It won't cost you anything and you'll know either way.
I think a Wolfram and Hart onesie would kick ass.
'Specially if it were run by Paul Wolfram and Pleiades Hart.
Ben gave up his pacifier mostly on his own, sometime when he was two-ish. I am nearly certain it was before Julia came along. One day, there was a tech. at our house, installing something on our old PC that Scott needed for work--is there such a thing as an ISDN line, because I seem to remember something like that.
Anyhow, back then, the PC lived in the basement. I put Ben down for a nap. He wanted his "pas". I brought him one. He didn't like that one. He asked for another. He didn't like that one. Lather rinse repeat, until he had 5 pacifiers in his crib, and hated them all. I can still see them--four blue ones, and one green one. I told him he needed the nap, whether he liked the pacifiers or not.
While he was sleeping, I took all the pacifiers and ducked them. When he woke up, he asked where the pacifiers went. I said I didn't see them. He asked where they went. I said, "What do you think?" He decided the man in the cellar had taken them, and that was that.
With Julia, we had to make a ceremony out of it, and she threw it in the trash on her third birthday. I hated that frigging thing. I think she still doesn't talk quite right because of it.
With Chris and the pacifier, Scott was my nemesis. Chris was already the world's best baby. He really didn't need a pacifier, once he outgrew the strong sucking urge. Most of the time, he just had it dangling from his lips, sort of like a rocker with a cigarette, during a concert. I would duck it away, all day. Scott would come home, and put it in his mouth. It didn't matter if Chris hadn't cried, or asked for it. If Scott saw a kid's mouth, he stuck a damned binky in it.
Of course, over time, Chris came to need it psychologically, because he'd become accustomed to it. So I set a rule, "Binkies are for naps and sleeping." If he asked for it in the day, I'd ask him what the rule was, and he'd recite it back at me, and go on his merry way. Every weekend, holiday, and vacation, Scott would end up giving him the binky and undoing all my work.
When we moved in here, Chris was three and a half. I stuck the binkies in the freezer, and never mentioned them. It was a quite few days before anyone, even Chris, realized Chris hadn't had his binky. I think there's still one in there.
I think a Wolfram and Hart onesie would kick ass.
'Specially if it were run by Paul Wolfram and Pleiades Hart.
...when they got together, it was moider...
