The Weekly Peanut, Issue 8
Busy busy busy busy. Mommy needs a vacation! Oh, wait...
On Thursday, Daphne turned 9 months old! Holy toledo! To "celebrate" we hopped on an airplane and flew to St. Louis so Daphne could spend some time with some people who were very eager to see/meet her: my family.
Daphne was a champ on the plane ride up. She took a little nap, but mostly she just wanted us to keep her busy busy busy so that's what we did. We were so lucky to have family willing to loan us all the big baby items while we were up there (including car seats and pack n plays!) so we didn't have to lug it along with us. Ian was feeling pretty crappy so we just took it easy at my dad's house that evening to give us all a chance to settle back in to things. Daphne had a great time with Grandpa and Grandma DeeDee. She was OBSESSED with the activity table that was loaned to us. All this kid wants to do is STAND ALL THE TIME. She also started "dancing" (bouncing) when the table would play music. Stahp, kid, too cuhyoot. We borrowed a baby bath tub but we'd been meaning to try the big tub with her for a while so we did. Daphne was not a fan. I think maybe the water cooled too quickly or maybe she was just tired from a long day. Oh well, we'll try again soon.
Happily, Daphne seemed content to settle in to her bedtime routine. I will say I do not miss having to tiptoe around a sleeping kid in our bedroom. Or waking up violently every time she mumbles in her sleep.
Friday was a beautiful day (we were told repeatedly that we brought great weather with us to MO, so you're welcome!). We decided to take Daphne to one of my favorite places on the planet: The St. Louis Zoo. I love zoos, but the St. Louis Zoo is really special and FREE. Daphne was great in her stroller, looking at all the animals. The insectarium was fun; she got out and watched the leafcutter ant colony and tried to catch butterflies. I finally gave up the last shreds of mommy modesty I'd been clinging to with trying to use a nursing cover on this trip and just nursed her. If i could drape a blanket over my chest, I did, but mostly Daphne would just yank it down anyway so c'est la vie FREE BOOB SHOW OVER HERE. I will give people credit for not ever making me feel like I was being ogled, mostly people seemed to avert their eyes so thanks St. Louis strangers.
That evening we were joined by the Sterneck family. Daphne is such a sport about meeting new people. We were able to thank Stacy in person for all the baby rentals, and Daphne gave us some big smiles. I finally got the hardcore cheeeeeeez in a picture.
Saturday was a big day that I was super excited for: baby time! My aunt, Caryn, has always been like another mom to me and her sons like my brothers and I couldn't wait to spend time with them and finally get to meet little baby Eleanor who is 4 months younger than Daphne. Daphne the no-nap queen was pretty great, and posed for a million pictures. She let her big cousin Joe show her how to play with blocks (looks like a duplo purchase is in my future, she LOVED them).
By Sunday my body was showing some strain from all the baby work I'd been doing. To all those full time stay-at-home moms out there? My hat is off. From my neck to my tailbone, everything was starting to hurt. We drove over to see some of my mom's family (the Sinks) for brunch. We had an AMAZING spread thanks to my aunt, Christine, and Daphne sat at the table and tried to eat everything I did (tried being the key word).
My sort-of godmothers (long story: who my godparents are changes depending on which of my parents you ask) had begged for a chance to see Daphne so they stopped by the house for a quick visit that afternoon with cute presents. By the time the visit was done, Daphne and I were both pretty D-O-N-E, so she went down for bed and Ian and I snuck out for a nice private dinner in the Loop.
Monday was our return trip day and it started out ok. I was hurting A LOT but advil can get me through just about anything. Daphne was sweet and cute at the airport and even through take-off. Then it all just fell apart. Daphne would be ok for a couple minutes with whatever distraction we offered, then be a complete turd. I even took her for a time-out in the bathroom. REFUSED to nap. Ok that's not entirely accurate, she nodded off for 30 seconds then jolted awake screaming. I was about ready to toss her into the luggage compartment. She finally fell asleep in the Bjorn when we got our bags, then woke up when she got strapped in the car seat and proceeded to be a complete jerk all the way home. So now we know, Daphne's capacity for being pushed through routine changes is about a 4 day threshold, no more.
I'd say we definitely noticed three major developments this past week: the bouncing/dancing, waving!!, and she has created a word. This kid is now OBSESSED with dogs and whenever she sees one she says "adee" or "agee" (doggy?). My dad's poor tiny dogs. They would wander into the room we were in so innocently, Daphne would let out a high pitched squeal followed by "Adee! Adee!!" and then go scrambling after them. Luckily for Daphne, when she's at home, Fiona is a trooper and puts up with lots of squealing, accidental swatting, and being used as something to help Daphne stand up. She even gives Daphne lots of kisses as long as there's some dropped food in it for her (there always is). Daphne has also demonstrated now that she is very sensitive. I was typing on my laptop and she waddled up behind me and slammed the screen down on my thumb. I said "OWWWW, Daphne, that HURT mommy!" and she got all wide-eyed and started crying like I'd slammed HER finger. Then Monday after the airplane fiasco, I was trying to nurse her at home and she was latched and doing fine when she started playing with my face like she always does. Out of nowhere she grabbed a chunk of my cheek and pinch/scratched HARD. I was startled (and seriously worn out and over her drama by then) so I might have had a bit of an aggravated tone when I grabbed her hand off my face and said "OWWWW, Daphne that HURT!" and she started off on a crying fit that I actually had to take her for a walk for her to get over and nurse again.
I am completely exhausted. Had a lot of fun, but I feel like I could sleep for a week.