Yesterday afternoon, Chad's parents picked the kids up (both kids; their first overnight with the Pip without us there).
Last night, I stayed late at work, had a lovely dinner out, fought Quicken into admitting that my account was too reconciled, cleaned off my desk of a week's worth of mail, took all the ornaments off the tree and put them away, and then slept so soundly that my back is stiff this morning (apparently my body is no longer used to sleeping the night through and, I don't know, doesn't automatically move or something any more?).
The only bad things about this are (a) look how adorable they are! and (b) I am worried about inflicting the Pip's variable sleeping ability on people not used to it . . .
But as changes of pace go, on the whole pretty nice. Now, pack and dress and off for a whirlwind vacation.
In a word: walking.
Note the upraised arms; this is obviously because we held his hands as he learned, but along with the smiles and laughs of delight, always remind me of the arms-up-yay emoticon: \o/ !
Also, SteelyKid has discovered the joys of hunt-and-peck typing on the keyboard (also knows the functions of the caps lock, delete, enter, and space bar keys, though she has an idiosyncratic approach to white space) and has started emailing her friends via their parents. Seriously. I wonder how soon she can learn touch-typing . . .
Two things from this afternoon:
I was watching the extras on the Avengers DVD and I note that Tony Stark is listed as CEO of Stark Industries only through 2010 (on the dossier in the Steve deleted scene). Fanon that Pepper remains CEO is hereby supported (though not technically confirmed, but still, who else would it be?).
Earlier the Pip was a bit unhappy so I put him up on my shoulder while the last minute of the Colbert Report segment I was watching finished, and then he was really limp so I walked over to the mirror to see if he was actually asleep. He wasn't, but the reflection reminded me of the picture in my icon, so I had to get a camera and take a comparison picture:
( two pictures )
Oh, and the subject line reminds me that about a month and a half ago Chad plotted his growth data, back during his blog hiatus:
( scatterplot )
My poor buddy is a bit under the weather, as that face may suggest, but pretty good-natured about it all the same.
And now I am going to see if he will sleep in his crib for long enough for me to do dishes and laundry and job-related work and all that lovely stuff.
(This was going to be "an idle query" and then I kept remembering stuff.)
One: does Avengers fandom have an unusually high number of de-aging fics?
Two: for reasons I am entirely unable to articulate even to myself, I am uncomfortable with being complimented on anonymous love memes. In the event anyone was thinking of nominating me for any that come along, please don't, thanks. (I already asked the host of the most recent one. Which, hey, if you would like such a thing, there it is.)
(Two point five: if I am being discussed in other anonymous contexts please don't tell me about it unless you think I should consider taking specific action to protect my wellbeing. As in, ages ago I ended up blocking ffa on all my machines because it was seriously fucking with my head. Thanks.)
Three: I finished a book (Possession)! And I really want to talk about it! Now I just have to find the time. And inspired by this success, I'm going to start reading Code Name Verity, which is only the most talked-about book on my reading list of the year. I just hope it holds up to being read in increments of about 20 minutes/day.
Four: the Pip would like you all to know that it's hard getting teeth but going down slides is awesome.
Very briefly because I should be in bed:
- Three teeth in one month (new total: five), more on their way.
- Puffs! Cheerios! Kix! Self-feeding is the best thing ever.
- Except raising and lowering a blanket on his own to play peek-a-boo and blowing raspberries on my arm. Deliberately causing people to laugh is the best thing ever. (ETA: also, the "hold my toy!" game has arrived.)
- Except pulling up on all the things, walking while holding onto the couch/chairs/grown-up's hands, pushing a walker, and climbing the stairs all the way to the top. Mobility—the true best thing ever.
(Except for his sister, who was the reason he went all the way up the stairs the first time.)
So basically everything is awesome except teething, the occasional head full of snot [*], and mild separation anxiety (as comes with mobility).
[*] As I said on FB recently:
Me: "All day today, I was thinking to myself, 'My children give me love, affection, delight . . . '"
Chad: "' . . . and disease.'"
Me: "Well, I was actually going to say sinus headaches, but yours is better."
Also, while talking about kids: a video of SteelyKid discovering her new playset, which I don't think I actually linked here.
SteelyKid will be four on Tuesday, and we had a party for her at the house today. Most of the pictures of her have other kids in them, so I'm not posting them, but behind the cut we have some of the Pip standing and of her enjoying her frosting (cake optional). These are ones Chad's mom took with my camera; Chad took more that I will point to when he uploads them.
Edit: and here they are.
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The party went very well—we rented a bouncy house thing with a sprinkler system, which since it was 8 million degrees today worked out particularly well, there was more than enough food, no-one had a melt-down, and everyone went home gracefully. Thanks to all who came.
The Pip was 8 months old on July 7. He has been super-busy in the last two-plus months.
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SteelyKid will be four on August 7. The changes are less rapid at this age but she did hit a milestone since last post.
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This is not doing her justice, but the Pip is pretty soundly asleep now so I should scoop him off my lap, post this, and then do some work. There are not many picture links since last time, since Chad's on a blogging hiatus:
- The Story of the Three Hippopotamuses (not a picture, a Chad-and-SteelyKid collaborative story)
- Kickin' Back (With Chicken) (SteelyKid enjoying the fair)
- Weekend Family Blogging (Chad and the kids)
And then some I posted to G+ today, because I just kept not uploading them to steelypips.org but most were in my email with a little "share" link next to them:
- The aforementioned Pip sitting up evidence (with guest appearance by SteelyKid)
- The two of them hanging out (with guest appearance by Appa)
- Various SteelyKid pictures
- The aforementioned Pip crawling evidence
- ETA: a fuzzy but cute picture of the Pip enjoying swinging
Go ahead and ask questions if you want, it'll prompt my memory, but as always, no unsolicited advice.
The Pip was six months old yesterday. ( vital stats and some feeding/weight angst )
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Okay, you can tell I'm exhausted and strung out because I'm rambling. Teal deer: very active, happy, adorable and adoring child. Yay.
SteelyKid is now 3 3/4. ( much shorter notes )
G'night, everybody! (She likes Animaniacs, though sometimes runs away and then cautiously peeks back around the edge of the TV for loud moments, and obviously has no idea what's going on a lot of the time.)
The Pip was three months old on the 7th, and since all my available typing time (and more) is needed for con_or_bust, have an update in video form:
The only other thing I can think to add is that I am trying to greatly reduce dairy in my diet to see if that improves his digestion, which fills me with dread frankly but it's too early to see if it will do any good.
But they are at least characteristic, if not perfectly so.
He likes to "stand" if you hold him upright, and when he pushes up, he raises his eyebrows at you like so:
( looking at Chad )
I've been trying to get a good picture of his big goofy grin, but not yet. Instead here's a medium goofy grin, on someone's lap (who's cropped out because I don't know if they'd want their own goofy face posted).
( happy baby )
Finally, we have increased manual dexterity recently: grabbing and holding onto my sleeve, possibly-advertently batting at hanging toys, and stuffing the side of his fist into his mouth, like so:
This has been your weekend dose of adorable baby.
(Yes, actually; this is unusual, which I am grateful for, truly. Meanwhile, I get to listen to SteelyKid talking in her sleep (saying the same thing she always does, "No, I don't want to") and hope she doesn't wake up herself.)
So I feel the need to put two disclaimers on this post: first, it contains medical unpleasantness that might be considered a bit gory, and second (for those contemplating their first delivery), it is absolutely not a typical chain of events.
The short version is that I had, not the worst of both worlds (since nothing irreparable happened), but the most: a C-section, with some complications, at about the furthest point possible in labor.
( the long version )
And so, in conclusion:
- Chad and I apparently have babies with big, hard heads;
- I have comically long contractions when in labor;
- I don't know if, after this, my doctor would let me attempt a vaginal birth again;
- But it shouldn't matter, because we were already planning on two and only two kids, and so when I told Chad, first thing when I saw him in the recovery room, "I love you very much and we're never doing this again," it was not actually a new decision prompted by the whole experience;
- Even though I meant it (and he agreed);
- Look, an adorable baby!