That's the news from the far side of two. I think billytea owes us an update from the other end of the infant spectrum.
I'll see what I can do. Ryan's now eight weeks old, he's just started smiling. It's still tentative and a little uncertain, but is also totally open and gorgeous. He's very alert, he's able to raise his head strongly when lying on his tummy, and starting to get the hang of moving his arms and legs (he can get his hand into his mouth more reliably now).
He's very healthy; we took him for a check-up last week, and he's in the 75th percentile for height, weight and head circumference, so he's growing strongly. His vision seems to be developing well too. Oh, and he's reached the stage now where he can get bored; we've got him a couple of toys to help stimulate his brain. (I've been reading a book about babies' neurological development, called "What's Going on in There?", fascinating reading.)
He's settled into something of a routine now and is settling faster and sleeping longer at night (good little man). He's taking an interest in his reflection (though I doubt he recognises himself yet). He loves staring at his daddy, which suits his daddy just fine. Oh, and he loves getting his nappy changed. Not sure what that's all about, but it's a highlight of his day.
His grandparents, of course, dote on him. I think he's already worked out that grandpa is an easy touch. Clever little baby boy. His mummy, however, is still run down, and has pretty much had a cold for the last four weeks or so. She's not getting enough sleep - she's plenty tired, but just can't fall asleep. We had her Chinese doctor visit today, she left some things to help her sleep. I hope it works.
I'm pretty knackered too right now, though for a different readon. I started my Master of Finance degree yesterday. This first unit is insanely intensive - five hours yesterday and today, attending every weekday for the next three weeks or so except Wednesdays. Anyway, since I get Wednesdays off, I'm on Ryan duty tonight. (Oh, the hardship. How shall I ever endure feeding and cuddling him?)
In short, we couldn't ask for him to be doing any better than he is. Everything is developing the way it should, and he's a healthy, strong, engaged, lovely little boy. (And he even still has that new baby smell.)
That's lovely to hear, billytea.
Ok, ok. Many of the male Sensei's we have are pretty easy on the eyes. I'm just worried that I may be old enough to be this one's mother and that just feels wrong.
Didn't stop Demi Moore. Or Barbara Hershey. Or Ivana Trump Or...
And yay on the babytea update! I love all those developmental milestones. It's so wondrous!
Ryan's now eight weeks old, he's just started smiling.
Oh, smiling! That's one of my favorite milestones!!
Awwww. I love hearing about the wee-Tea.
Has anyone posted about the bats the size of ones thumb? [Note: the photo is NSFW if your W disapproves of bat coitus photos.]
Didn't stop Demi Moore. Or Barbara Hershey. Or Ivana Trump Or..
Now if only I looked even vaguely like any one of them...
Lovely babytea update!
eta: teens not as cute and sweet. Got up this morning to find that the 3 boys left every light on in the kitchen, bath, and living room. And left the water running a little bit in the kitchen which caused a minor overflow flood. Of course cups that number far more than boys and dirty socks are also found all over the living room. Grrrrr
And not only does this annoy me, but since the parental units live next door I will get a lecture later about what a bad mom I am that I don't make them go to bed earlier and how the lights were on all night.
t /rant
Oh, smiling! That's one of my favorite milestones!!
I've been hanging out for it. You could tell he was heading that way - he was gradually becomeing more alert and focused, and though the smile wasn't there yet he had some great eyebrow action going. Then one day I'm finishing up changing his nappy and out comes this lopsided, beaming smile.
Anyway, after saying all that, we just had a slightly disastrous night feed. The goal: get in, feed him, get out. Minimum of fuss, keep him from fully waking up, get him settled again posthaste. He's normally pretty good at this. This time around, thogh, I stop off to give his nappy a sniff, see if it needs changing. Seems like it might be a bit wet; ok, we'll change the nappy, then in for the feed.
Not wet. He's done a noxious green poo (we changed formula recently - he's both breast and bottle fed - to something with more iron). Ok, I'm not prepared for this. I start wrapping him up again to go get the water and gauze wipes, when Wallybee's mother comes in to see if I need help. Not refusing right now. She gets the gauze and wipes. I set about prepping the little man. And of course, once his nappy's off, he decides that whole wet nappy thing has a lot going for it. He's peeing all over his clothes, and now we're looking at a change of outfit too. He's become agitated with all of this, and is crying hard. He's awake, he's hungry, he's wet and cold, this is not good.
We finally got him cleaned up and changed, and then on to the feed. Ok, he's not crying now, but he is wide awake. I get him fed and burped (I'm pretty good at burping him, if I do say so myself); he's still fussing. I cuddle him, carry him around for a while (I've learned this new hold, lie him face down on my forearm with his head resting at the crook of my arm. He seems to like it). After ten minutes he grunts and farts; that seems to settle him. I rock him for another ten minutes or so; then he's ready. He protests a little when I put him back to bed, but the fire's gone out of it. He's asleep five minutes later.
Oh, that green is probably the additional iron, isn' it?
But green poo aside - he sounds lovely.
Oh, that green is probably the additional iron, isn' it?
Yep. It's kind of cool really. Except it also smells more toxic than his previous poos. Ah well.
But green poo aside - he sounds lovely.
He really is. Such a sweetie.
