The Weekly Peanut, Issue 9
That turdy mood that started on the airplane? Yeah it kind of persisted this week, but really, it's ok. While we certainly weren't as jam-packed with excitement as last week, we still ended up with some noteworthy events.
My back. Ohhhh mommy's aching back. It was not bouncing back from our trip, so I waved the white flag and booked a massage for Friday. I'm a genius. It took a couple days of having Ian be the carry-person, but I'm back to I'd say 90% efficiency.
Friday morning was Daphne's official 9 month check-up with Dr. Trout. I need to say this, especially after that recent post about that other ped I wasn't so fond of: I love love love LOOOOOOOVE Dr. Trout. I feel so lucky that I "stumbled" into having her as our primary doc since we just happened to use her for the 4 month check up. She is helpful without being condescending, she always leaves me feeling like I am doing a great job, she's totally NOT a sensationalist, she listens to all my questions without making me feel like I'm crazy, and she ALWAYS gives the RIGHT compliments. ("Isn't she just the teeniest little thing?" is NOT the right compliment. "Keep doing whatever you're doing, she is AMAZING!" IS.)
I am now always a little nervous/sensitive about D's growth: she started out way up in the percentiles for length at the 2 month, but since has been inching her way down the percentages for length/weight. Then there was that appointment with Dr Grumpypants, and as much as you try to dismiss the "tiny" comments they can start to poke at you after a while. So imagine my surprise when our little nugget is right back at the 50th percentile for length!! I really love pointing that out to the people who say "Oh she's so tiny!" "Really, she's the 50th percentile. Perhaps your child is a FRICKIN MUTANT." Ok, I don't really say that last part, but I have to remind myself that these percentiles aren't grades, they are just an indication of where her growth is compared to other babies.
The big "thing" at this checkup was this developmental checklist that they mailed us ahead of time to work on. It felt like homework! Does baby pick up a string? Does baby offer you toys? Does baby play peekaboo by herself? 5 PAGES OF THESE THINGS!! Now I really got nervous every time I had to check "not yet" or "sometimes only." Here I think I have this incredibly advanced kid, with her standing and all, but there were so many things on that list it seemed like she wasn't doing that I immediately started thinking "OMG! I AM NOT STIMULATING HER DEVELOPMENT ENOUGH! BAD LAZY MOMMY!" I felt like I was sitting in front of the principal as Dr. Trout went over the checklist. Then she looked up at me (and my babbling kid) and said "I can't believe she's doing all this! Amazing kid!" "Uhh, really?" "Yes!! This checklist is actually for 10 month olds, but even then the only things we'd be worried about would be not sitting unassisted or not babbling at all." Ohh... well now I feel like SUPERMOM!!
Near the end of the appointment, Dr. Trout was checking her mouth. I hear "Holy cow! Look at all those teeth!" Eh? What can she be talking about? "Huh? She's only got that one tooth breaking through..." "Come over here and take a look!" She shined her penlight in D's mouth and I'll be damned if ALMOST EVERY TOOTH ON HER BOTTOM JAW IS TRYING TO POKE THROUGH RIGHT NOW. AND SEVERAL ON THE TOP! I let out this huge woosh of air like a popped balloon. "Wow, Daphne... no wonder you're acting turdy."
The hubby and I promised ourselves a low key recovery weekend. Ian did some work around the house, and Daphne and I sat down to watch a very important film: Funny Girl. She started dancing during the overture. We drove to one of our favorite food trucks for lunch and visited some rescue dogs at PetSmart. Sunday was a lot more of the same. We took our weekly trip to Sweet Tomatoes, only this time we jazzed up her plate with pasta, peas, corn, and chickpeas. Then we decided to let her try some dessert of tapioca, bananas, and baked cinnamon apples. Dr. Trout made the suggestion that we start getting Daphne used to 3 meals a day, so we've started trying to do that.
Monday morning very early we had our appointment with the eye doctor. They had a great waiting room with TOYS TOYS TOYS. Daphne was a rock star for the exam. They gave her those pupil dilating drops and left us to wait while they worked. Daphne played (and kind of looked like she had dropped LSD...). The doc confirmed that she'd need the procedure to open up the ducts but that otherwise her vision and eyes seemed to be working very well. By the time all this was done we'd been there for almost 2 hours and mommy the genius had not brought the paci in with us. Can you guess what's coming? She's getting antsy as we sneak into the surgery booking nurse's office and 1, 2, 3 MELTDOWN. Screeeeeaming Daphne is so loud I can barely talk to the booking nurse as we try to schedule the three dates we need to get this procedure done. Finally the nurse takes pity on me and says she'll call me later with the dates and estimate. I lug screaming peanut down to the car, almost the instant her head hit the carseat and the paci went in she was OUT. I don't think I'd even started the car.
Monday night, in the spirit of embracing meal time, we set Daphne up in her high chair with a mini portion of our dinner and decided to try *drumroll* utensils. We have these Boon Benders utensils for them to help learn that came recommended from a friend. She didn't seem to grasp the idea of using the spork to scoop things out of her bowl, but if there was food on the spork she had no problem extracting it.
Daphne is making some interesting leaps in her language development. Some stuff I'm willing to write off as coincidence, but proud mom and dad are about ready to start calling her Little Man Tate. She says her "mamamama" and "babababa." We were standing with her in front of the fridge (we have a bunch of alphabet letter magnets) and she pointed to the G and said, I swear to you with no prompting "Jeeeeee." Ian and I gave each other the side-eye, then Ian grabbed the X and said "X, peanut." Daphne stared at it a minute then mumbled "eeeehcks." We couldn't get her to say it again, and we tried to get her to do it with the P but no luck. Later that night after our bedtime story we were saying our "Good Night"s. Daphne likes to hug and kiss a couple of stuffed animals good night, then Fiona, then us. It was Fiona's turn, but she was too busy being a couch potato in the living room to come say good night to Daphne, so Ian grabbed a stuffed dog and handed it to Daphne. She grabbed it and gave it her hug and kiss routine, then she pulled back and looked at it and said, "Dahhh.... gee." Not her usual "ahgee" or "adee", she put them together and she said Doggy. We couldn't get her to say it again (I swear I can see that stubborn "I'm not a performing monkey!" face), but I'm about ready to call Harvard and ask about early enrollment ;).