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SteelyKid is thirteen months old today! Yes, I missed her one-year developmental post; her birthday was while we were in Montreal, and since then it's been busy busy sick busy sick busy travel. Which means (a) I am determined to get this up tonight, though I don't have a lot of time to edit and so forth, and (b) I will try to note at what point during the last months the new developments came.

Big news in the gross motor skills front: she is now walking like a walking thing. About halfway into month eleven she was going about five steps at a time, and then belly-flopping into our arms to give us enormous hugs—I'm not sure if she ever really needed to belly-flop to stop walking, but pretty soon after this we caught her stopping by sitting down, but only when heading away from us. (She is a cuddly child. She likes to come up and hug us around the legs, flop onto us when we're sitting on the floor, and so forth.) When we left her just before her birthday with my mom, walking was already her preferred method of locomotion; while we were in Montreal, she learned to get into a standing position without pushing up on anything; and now she makes laps around, and around, and around the house . . . She's not quite as confident on the uneven ground of the backyard, but she still makes very good time over it.

Fortunately now that she can walk, she doesn't go up the stairs twenty times a day, just a few. She hasn't figured out how to get down the entire staircase yet. She got the one step down to the library early, while she was still crawling (back up, turn sideways, lower one leg down, turn, lower other leg down). And she consistently backs down three or so steps the way she goes up. But she hasn't yet generalized that to the entire staircase. Also she keeps trying to walk down the stairs like an adult, which I wish I could figure out how to discourage because her legs are nowhere near long enough for that.

She is still a roller-coaster baby and loves being bounced by us, getting flipped upside-down, and riding on our shoulders (carefully—besides the low-doorframes problem, she once decided to combine two favorites and flopped so far backwards that her head hit Chad's spine). This weekend she decided that she definitely likes playground swings, but she's still slightly dubious about slides. (Well, going down slides. She really wants to climb up them and is frustrated that she can't make it work.) She's not so crazy about bouncing herself in her bouncer these days, because it restricts her mobility, but still uses it: she's taken to sitting in the V formed by the bouncer's supports. She really likes sitting up against stuff: the couch, chairs, and in the last few weeks, small corners that she worms her way into and looks very pleased with herself to have found. Whatever makes you happy, child.

(Now that she's walking I'm trying to train myself out of calling her "baby"; I've decided to go with "child" as lasting longer than "toddler." Chad maintains he gets to call her "baby" while she's still in the infant room at daycare. Where she is now the oldest, so weird.)

She didn't learn to walk by holding on to our hands (thankfully) or pushing a cart or anything like that—in fact she actively resists having her hand held while walking—but she does like to sit on a little plastic car and has figured out how to scoot it backwards with her legs. Since that's how she started crawling, I'm sure that going forward will come with time. Oh, and she is a climber. The bookcases downstairs are all blocked off, and she's not allowed unsupervised in any of the rooms that have them, but we have an étagère (open shelves) in the dining room that we are going to have to do something about fairly soon.

At her one-year pediatrican appointment, she was 23 lbs 3 oz, 30 5/8", and had a head circumference of 47 cm. I believe those are all 90th-ish percentile.

In fine-motor development news, she learned how to clap palms-together about halfway through her eleventh month, which she finds very amusing. She learned to high-five in the last month, also very amusing, and claps her right hand to the side of her head when we say "Oh no!" At dinner we put her in her babypod seat on the dining room table and whenever she feels we aren't talking to her enough, she will go through her tricks to get our attention: hand to the head (we say "Oh no!"), clapping ("Yay!"), and then high-fives all-around. (We are teaching her "touchdown" for the start of the NFL season.)

Other major areas of development: in the eleventh month she decided she was ready for real solids and demanded Kix (puffed corn cereal) when other kids at daycare were having them. (I'd tried something solid a month or so previously and she'd gagged.) She's steadily expanding her previously-sadly-limited repetoire of foods and we're just about to start the transitions to meals-first (rather than formula-first) and to cow's milk.

Though some foods still give her a bit of trouble at night, she is sleeping much better, to my great relief. Just before we went to Montreal we had a miserable several days where, despite my to-that-point moderately successful attempts to get her to go back to sleep without picking her up, she would scream bloody murder for so long that I'd give up. Then I'd fall asleep in the chair with her and wake up stiff, groggy, and despairing. My mom broke her of that and now, unless her stomach is bothering her, she can be soothed to sleep in her crib with, at most, a couple minutes of crib-jiggling and shhh-ing. (Huggies overnight diapers failed the first night but have been great since; thanks, all.) Daycare has successfully gotten her to fall asleep in her crib for naps the past several days, instead of needing to cuddle her to sleep, which is good. Less good is that she seems to want to go from two naps to one, except that she does not reliably take that one nap at a reasonable hour or for a reasonable time . . .

She is babbling frequently and extensively. We've got one definite correlation: "guy" (with a bit of a sharp finish, slightly like the Japanese "hai") means "take this thing that I am going to very forcefully give you." She has a number of other babbles that we haven't fully figured out yet. I'd hoped that she was saying "da" for "Dad," but time has made it clear that there isn't a correlation there. I'm betting that her first word will be "dog," because she's getting pretty close. She mimics other sounds too, like the dog barking and Chad making sniffing noises when he reads her a book.

Just Friday we found out that her daycare does sign language with the kids—how I neglected to ask and they never mentioned before this I don't know—so tomorrow I'm going to get a list of signs from them and we'll start working on them at home. We got her to do "please" tonight, so she's definitely got the idea.

The people at daycare characterized her "please" as fairly abrupt, which I think is just reading her personality in, because she is a determined child who has very specific ideas of what she wants to do. Fortunately she will usually let herself be redirected, but if you have to pull her away from something or tell her "no," well, that's not so popular. So I can get ahead of her and block the entry to the mudroom where the dog's crate and bowls are, and she'll toddle into the next doorway instead, but if she's tired and I have to pick her up to stop her splashing the dog's water around, there may well be screaming and wailing and gnashing of teeth. (She also does this thing I particularly loathe, crying while flopping extravagently and completely limply on the floor, which often results in her banging her head and makes it more difficult to pick her up.) But usually her specific ideas about whatever she wants to do are charming, like playing "clueless mail carrier" for up to half an hour (give her an envelope, watch her toddle around, wave it in the air, peer at it intently, hand it to people, take it back, toddle around some more) or deciding that everything needs to go inside a box right now, push toss throw shove bang.

As far as play, when not tired she much prefers to do laps around the house, but she's getting a little more prone to stopping and playing with a specific thing even before she gets tired, which is a nice change. She loves music, and every single time she plinks notes out of a toy piano she looks up and grins. She likes to be chased. She likes to put things in and out of containers. She badly wants to be able to stack things and is so pleased with herself when she manages it. She's also trying hard to play catch (I roll a ball toward her, she throws it . . . somewhere). She's obsessed with a lift-the-flap book, some of whose flaps are on the verge of disintegrating, a month after she got it. And she still loves peek-a-boo, "hold my toy," and giving and receiving raspberries and tickles.

Otherwise with regard to socialization, she's warming up to strangers more quickly now. Within, oh, half an hour or less, usually, she's going up to people, thumping her hands down on their legs, asking them to hold her toy, or smiling and waving. (And she'd do anything for anyone with a dog, because she is fascinated by them. Emmy puts up with her pretty well but they both have boundaries that the other hasn't learned to respect yet: SteelyKid can only tolerate so much face-licking, and Emmy doesn't want her toys messed with or her tail pulled. So they interact under very close supervision.) She is still partial to me, which I would prefer not be the case, especially since when she's really tired I can't leave the room without her freaking out. But she doesn't have general separation anxiety: I drop her at daycare or send her off on errands or have Chad put her to bed at night with no problem.

She's been getting molars for weeks now; yesterday I saw a spot of white on the closest one so we may finally be getting a breakthrough on that. She remains a beaver child: we got a plastic sticky thing to go over her crib rail so she'd stop scraping the top layer off, and we had to take away a set of pine blocks, and a big puzzle with a painted cardboard top layer, and any paper-bound board book, and so forth. Sunny Beaudelaire, still her hero. (Everything gets stared intently at, and then touched, and then put in the mouth. Fortunately she's getting more tolerant of my fishing rocks out of her mouth.)

ETA next day: first molar broke through, with a bit of bleeding and crankiness (understandably; molars coming in look so awful that I don't understand how she's not cranky 24/7). ETA again: two molars, actually.

Anyway, she is a ton of work but she's really fun and charming too. I love watching her observe the world, figure things out, decide what she wants, and make plans. She's affectionate, cheerful, lively, and just generally seems to be enjoying herself. And that's really cool.

Two requests for advice:

She's started really disliking water running down her face in the bath. I got this pitcher with a flexible rim that doesn't help at all with rinsing her hair, and have taken to using a not-dripping washcloth to get as much shampoo as possible out of her hair to minimize the amount of water I need to pour over her head. (She will not tip her head back reliably.) Any suggestions?

ETA: knew I forgot something. She hates a washcloth-as-barrier too and pulls it away.

We're working on weaning her from her pacifier by keeping it out of sight during daytime and only bringing it out when other attempts to soothe her have failed. We haven't tried at all at night, figuring one thing at a time. Tips on this would be helpful.

And that's our SteelyKid at thirteen months. I'm sure I've forgotten things so feel free to ask questions.

Here are all the pictures and videos Chad's posted since I last dumped links:

http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/thursday_baby_blogging_070209.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/ad_astra_per_aspera.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/genesis_111-9_slight_variation.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/ad_astra_per_aspera_ii_the_cli.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/thursday_baby_blogging_070909.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/belated_baby-and-dog_video.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/belated_baby_blogging_071709.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/thursday_baby_blogging_072309.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/bonus_high-altitude_baby_blogg.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/07/thursday_baby_blogging_073009.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/the_first_steps_are_a_doozy.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/beware_the_wild_steelykid.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/colbert_nation_baby.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/thursday_baby_blogging_080609.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/thursday_baby_blogging_081309.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/cant-miss_toy_idea_roomba_baby.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/why_our_living_room_looks_like.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/march_of_the_wooden_penguins.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/thursday_baby_blogging_082009.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/thursday_baby_blogging_082709.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/social_network_baby.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/55_weeks_in_120_seconds.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/david_foster_wallace_infinite.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/08/basketball_baby.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/09/outdoor_baby_blogging_090309.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/09/bonus_baby_blogging_1.php
http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2009/09/holiday_weekend_dog_blogging.php

Date: 2009-09-08 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tekalynn.livejournal.com
Obviously this when I was older than thirteen months, but what always worked for me was to have the head bent down *forward*, not back, and to have a washcloth over my eyes and forehead. Leaning back made me feel very unsteady and frightened, plus the water went down my face and up my nose. Leaning forward offers much more sense of control and stability.

Date: 2009-09-08 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missysedai.livejournal.com
WOW! She has just shot right up, hasn't she? Next week, she'll want the car keys! (I wouldn't worry too much about trying to stop calling her "baby". I still call Alex "baby" from time to time, and he doesn't seem to mind.)

WRT the water in the face thing, we bought Alex a plastic visor back in the day, and it worked like a charm. The water poured over the visor, he'd yell "Waterfall!" and be entertained, and I'd get all the shampoo out of his hair. They seem to have gotten a little more creative in the inbetween. (http://www.lilrinser.com/inuse.html)

The binky situation was much more difficult to contend with, at least at night for a while. It took a few weeks of explaining "You're big now, and big people don't need binkies." Eventually, he threw it out on his own. (Ernie was easier in that regard. One night, he knocked it out of the crib, and that was that.)
Edited Date: 2009-09-08 02:19 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-09-08 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melopoeia.livejournal.com
I don't know if it is evolutionarily determined or what, but I find I take an actual interest in other folks writing intelligently about their babies.

That and seeing personality so early....

Date: 2009-09-08 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emilytheslayer.livejournal.com
Your kid sounds awesome. Thanks for the update, it's really fun to read what she's up to. :)

Date: 2009-09-08 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saoba.livejournal.com
She's adorable.

Re: the hair rinsing. Back in the day when mine were toddlers (IOW late 1970s) I used a dry washcloth folded into eighths held to the forehead. It was considered a great sign of grownup-ness to hold the washcloth yourself.

None of mine were especially attached to their binkies, though I had a rule with the middle child after she turned two that should could suck her thumb as long as she wanted to- in her bedroom. Clever girl tried to get around this one day by reaching over and picking up her brother's hand, evidently on the grounds no one had said she couldn't suck someone else's thumb in the living room.

Date: 2009-09-08 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sartorias.livejournal.com
Oh the cuteness!

Both mine required folded washcloths pressed over their faces, and I taught them that only two pours and I'd be done.

Date: 2009-09-08 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sartorias.livejournal.com
I have a vague memory of their little voices counting along with me, and realizing that not only were they getting the concept of numbers, but they felt like they had a bit of control over the cosmic horror of the situation.

Date: 2009-09-08 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ejmam.livejournal.com
One of mine liked to lie back in the tub and rinse in the water. The other hated having water poured over his head, but liked sticking his head directly under the running water from the spigot. Washcloths over the eyes (head forward) were a fallback, but sometimes involved tears. I tended to do the cleaning part of baths first, and then the fun part of splashing and playing. Shampoo horns were a big part of cleanliness.

Don't offer, don't refuse seems like a reasonable approach to the pacifier right now. Pacifiers are easier to control than thumbs, so if she has a strong suck habit you probably don't want to banish it too quickly. Also, kids vary so much here that you have to pick what works. Does she have a lovey -- this was the age where I started introducing prospective teddy-bear type things. And then went on a world tour where I left the current favored item behind at each stop... (at the cousin's house, the grandpop's house, Yiayia's house, etc.). By the end of the trip I was urging him to bond with a matchbox car for nighttime company.

Date: 2009-09-08 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marydell.livejournal.com
So extremely cute! Sheesh. I love the one of her in the yard with Appa.

1. bath: putting a picture or wall decal on the ceiling above the tub might work - it does with older kids. You have them look up at the picture and that holds their attention for long enough to get a rinse. Charlie doesn't understand pointing so we're getting nowhere with this one, and since I can't get water in his ears now that he has tubes, we just use a washcloth to rinse his head. We only use a tiny bit of baby wash on him, though, and many nights we just use water, so rinsing isn't a big deal just yet.

2. pacifier: my SIL stuck a pin in the paci nipple to deflate it, which made it less fun for the kids so they decided it bores them. Charlie seems to be oral-stim baby so we're not even really trying yet (when we take the binky away, he often bites his lip, blows saliva bubbles, grinds his teeth, bites us, etc). He definitely wants it more when he has a tooth coming through, though - maybe giving SK a teething toy/chewy thing would reduce her focus on the binky.

Date: 2009-09-08 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjestocost.livejournal.com
Oh, she's cute!

1. Washcloth always worked for me.

2. You may not want to take this long, but when one set of parents I know decided to break the binky habit, they told their daughter that on her fourth birthday she would put all her binkies in a box outside her door, and the binky fairy would take them away and leave her a present because she would be a big girl then.

This worked surprising well.
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] calimac.livejournal.com
Charming as usual. Watching them grow and figure things out is always fascinating.

The term "binky" used by many, apparently meaning "pacifier", is unknown to me.

Date: 2009-09-08 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kassrachel.livejournal.com
(We are teaching her "touchdown" for the start of the NFL season.)

&hearts!

Date: 2009-09-08 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I've found this a surprisingly difficult habit (for me) to break. I figured that since I have a daughter, not a son, there was no reason her various and assorted friends-and-relations of the stuffed persuasion shouldn't be "she" and "her" rather than "he" and "him", but I still find myself falling into the habit of referring to them as "he" and "him" quite often. Takes work to combat the unconscious biases accumulated over a lifetime...

--Trent

Date: 2009-09-08 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oracne.livejournal.com
*head explodes from cuteness*

Date: 2009-09-08 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thistleingrey.livejournal.com
This is really fascinating!

The more so for me, this time, because in early July I spent a few days with a good friend (who shares [livejournal.com profile] orzelc's alma mater, coincidentally) and her daughter, born about a month before SteelyKid. It's neat to see how some things converge due to age and how some are wholly individual. Well, I mean, duh, but the specifics of that are neat. :)

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