The Weekly Peanut, Issue 10
I am not allowed to ever ever EVER even THINK to myself that something seems to be going well/easily. Daphne got that first tooth out with relatively minimal drama, so I assumed the whole teething thing wouldn't be too bad.
I never even voiced that thought out loud for fear of jinxing myself, but apparently just the hint of a thought was enough. This week has gone something like this: drama, drama, drama, laugh, drama drama, drama drama, sleep, drama drama DRAMA.... you get the point. We might get a few minutes here and there of good mood, but mostly it feels like Daphne's just walking this tightrope of being mildly pleasant, ready to stumble over into turd-dom at any moment.
I exaggerate, perhaps, but it's only because she was being so awesome for so long that all I can do is scuff my heels and pout that I want Happy Daphne back. It's not all just grabbing her teeth and acting like she's in pain. This kid is being very ... I don't know how else to describe it... EMO. She's super sensitive! If Ian and I have the audacity to say no to this child in any capacity she will pout/ cry/ pitch a fit. If anybody hasn't seen the Reasons My Son is Crying tumblr that went hugely viral recently, that's pretty much my life. I've been sorely tempted to start a Reasons my Daughter is Crying tumblr. A sampling just from this morning: I wouldn't let her stub her toes on Daddy's hand weights, I wouldn't let her jam her fingers into the electric outlet, I wouldn't let her unplug my breast pump, I wouldn't let her chew on my breast pump, I wouldn't let her burn herself on my hot tea, I wouldn't let her poke the dog in the eye, and so on.
Overall, not a whole lot to report developmentally. She's still only taking a few steps here and there, but she is learning to CLIMB anything and everything. We are also definitely decided that "doggy" is her first word. She's said it several times, usually in reference to Fiona. This morning when I went to get her out of her crib, as soon as we left the bedroom she started looking around with this big grin saying "Doggy? Doggy!?" She really does love Fiona.
Daphne has started doing one thing that we'd previously had to mark "not yet" on her report card: banging two objects together. I got a little bit of it on video. She seems so proud of herself.
We laid pretty low this weekend. Saturday we had lunch at our favorite restaurant, The Ravenous Pig. No high chairs, but my husband is super clever and managed to rig up the car seat so she could feel like she was sitting at the table with us. Then we tucked the table cloth into her straps to prevent droppage and TA-DAHHH.
Ian decided to offer Daphne a lemon just to see the weird faces she would make. Imagine our surprise when she instead appeared to enjoy the experience. Huh. This kid never fails to throw us a curve ball.
Sunday we decided to indulge our craving for sushi. This was actually a great idea with the kid. Seito in Baldwin Park has tons of outdoor seating and high chairs. We asked for a little side of brown rice and Daphne ate/played with that while we had our meal. It was raining, so not much people watching, but Daphne did try to make friends with the toddler in the high chair at the table next to us.
Poor peanut is not doing so well with napping at day care. She naps pretty well at home, in her crib, where it's quiet and there aren't distractions. At day care with other screaming kids? Not so much. When I went to pick her up yesterday, I knew it had been a doozy when she was cuddled on Ms. Kiki's lap with her paci. They NEVER resort to the paci at day care, it is always tucked in to her crib. HAH! Then Kiki texted me this picture this morning... so tuckered she conked out SITTING UP. Silly kid.
Not a super exciting issue, I know. This weekend will have a visit from Grandma!