Baby Moments

I have finally reached the most famous terrible 2. I am telling you; It is exhausting. I can’t say a word and without yelling I don’t get anything. At least this what I think. I had a wonderful birthday party and my biggest gift was…. no no no. Not what you are thinking of: toys, games, clothing… NO They took me to DAYCARE!!! Can you imagine? I hate it. I am trying to show them this every single day, but they are still taking me there ignoring any signal of my part.

Maybe I’ll adjust soon if they won’t stop taking me to the daycare. At least, after they leave, I cry for a few minutes and after that I am ok. After all I am a big boy. I went to the doctor for my regular check up and she confirmed. Yeap; I am a big boy: 14.7 kg and 93 cm. What can I do? I like food and sleep. A lot

See you soon when I’ll start talking

Hi everybody. I am already 18 months. Can you believe it? 1 year and a half. I am a big boy. I can do a lot of thing now, except talking. And because nobody understands me I like to trow big tantrums to them. So they can feel my frustration.

I am just back from my doctor’s visit and I have to share the news with you. After a very rough week, when I was sick and didn’t eat anything, I am strongly coming back and today I was healthy enough to get my needles. Everybody cringes when talking about needles and I don’t really see the point. I didn’t feel anything. The nurse didn’t even find the needle marks on my arms to place the band-aids.

Otherwise… I grew, of course. Not a lot though. My sick week didn’t help either. But… here are the numbers. I am 85.5 cm long and I weigh 12.9 kg. Apparently I am about the size of a 26 months toddler The doctor gave me green light on every food and she said that after 18 months there is no point to have 3.25% milk if I develop normally. We’ll try.

I know I didn’t come here lately, but I grew so much that I keep mommy busy busy… At 14 months I started walking by myself, Around a week ago I decided that I can stand by myself from a sitting position without any help. Now I can do whatever I want, I can go wherever I want with no problem. I am still like a drunk guy, but in my movement I have perfect balance. Mommy likes to call me Jack Sparrow  (you know… from “Pirates of the Caribbean”)

My last visit to the doctor confirmed that I grew quite a lot. Now I am 86cm and 12.7 kg. Apparently I like milk a little bit too much so I have to back up a little. Now I like to have about 34 oz in 24 hours and I should have 20-24. Just a tiny bit more that I suppose to.

But I am still handsome

After a night filled with milk (every 2 hours) I started my day much better than yesterday. And actually I stayed late in the park (to compensate, I guess, my sudden leave yesterday). I played with the ball, the usual swing, walked a lot and today I went to the steepest slide with mommy. It was sooo much fun that I didn’t want to stop. But soon enough, thirst kicked so I had to stop and have my water and I forgot about the slide. I am eating well, I am playing, still 2 naps and so far so good.

I realize that I have more and more power in my legs so I have good seconds that I like to stand by myself keeping my balance amazing. I even attempt to get into my feet instead of my bum. Doesn’t really work, but this is just the beginning. When I walk, mommy doesn’t really hold me. Actually, I’m the one that grabs her fingers and start to walk. As soon as I feel one hand free… I freeze. I can’t move a leg. But if she gives me her finger, I’m good to go.

I like to climb the couch. A lot. And after that, I am so excited that I forget how to get down, so I fall. And that, I don’t like it at all. It hurts. I did it once, mommy came, soothed me and told what I did wrong, but I didn’t believe her, so after I escaped from her view I tried again. And it hurt this time too. I think I have to remember to get down the way she thought me. It’s not hard, it’s just… well… I am too excited when I get on the couch and nobody saw me doing it to stop me. Now I like to climb even more. After I am getting on the couch I like to get in the corner and try to climb even further. Mommy tried to explain to me that if I fall it will hurt even more, she was even upset, but I am still trying. I don’t know what to do to get rid of her so I can do it. But she’s tough. She’s always watching.

I had a horrible night and I have no idea what bothered me. I woke every 2 hours and mommy put me back in a normal position in bed (I like to turn in every possible direction), covered me and gave me the bottle of milk. But even so, I still woke up crying really loud. I was cranky even on “my date” with Ariella so I had to leave early to get to sleep. I slept well, I didn’t want to eat properly and after I slept my second nap I became the grumpiest baby, or… am I a toddler?

Yesterday I did 2 new things: I had one nap and I pooed in my potty. Two big things but…

I had my nap a little bit later and I didn’t sleep much, but mom was determined to try the 1 nap thing. I was OK until 8-ish when I was so exhausted that dad took me upstairs and I fell asleep pretty quickly, but around 9 I had a big tantrum and nobody could comfort me (you know,  I don’t really like to be held or hugged when I am upset) so in the end mommy tried some water, which was good for about 10 seconds and after that, some milk and I calmed down. But this morning… another one at 6:30 – no milk, no sleep. In the end I had both, more pushed to me than willing them, and it was perfect. We started the day with the idea of on nap, but again I didn’t sleep a lot for my first one, so I’ve got the second nap. Maybe it’s not the time, yet. I still need my beauty sleep. Do you think it takes only food to get that puffy look?

The poo… I think it was luck. We tried, or… she tried to put me on the potty, but, as I said, the pee is mine and only for the diaper. But last night she got me exactly when I was starting my concentration moment so she put me on the potty. I didn’t know what to do. When I felt it coming I just wanted to go away to find a diaper, that how strange the moment felt, but she didn’t let me so I made some over there and … kept some for my dear diaper. Today she didn’t have the same luck. In time.

This morning I wanted to stay with daddy at breakfast and to try what he had. I guess if he’s eating it it must be good. And today, HOORAY, he gave me some. Mini sandwich bites of bread with peanut butter and jam. Yumm!!!

As you know I am a big boy now and I discover new things every day. I mean serious things. The latest one is to make bubbles. I love making them. And somehow, even it is a serious thing that involves a lot of effort, practice and concentration, everybody laughs.  Now I have to find new things to cheer everybody, cause apparently I am good at that.

Every morning I HAVE to get to the park. It is a big must. Now I already have my routine over there: swings, slide, a wheel that turns really fast, sand, walking and… meeting the girls. My best friend is Ariella. She is a bit older than me and I have a lot to learn from her. Today we almost left the park and when I saw her (she was late, like a real girl, you know ) we had to come back and play with her, even though I was really sleepy. But hey, she has one nap, so maybe I should get there too. We’ll see. I am on the right path anyway.

Mommy is trying to potty train me. She tried for the whole weekend, but I was tough. I didn’t get her even one drop in the potty. We’ll see if she catches me or if she’ll get bored of trying this early. I know for sure that the pee is mine and I won’t give it away easily (except for the diaper, which I like to fill it heavily). Keep you posted.

I am such a big boy now. I am 1 year old. I know my birthday was on the 2nd, but I waited for my visit to the doctor to tell you more news. I grew pretty well: 11.270kg and 80 cm. The doctor said I am on top with my height and a bit above average with weight. Mommy was worried that I drink too much milk during the night – about 22oz (650ml) – but she said that I should get a min of 18 oz and a max of 24 oz daily of milk. So, I’m good. She also said that I can eat almost anything, but shellfish and raw honey (if it is cooked like cereals, honey glazed chicken…). Apparently a can eat even nuts if they are grounded  so I won’t choke. Well… this is the nice part. The not so nice part is that I got 2 needles, one in each arm. I am truly wondering. What if I had 4-5 arms? Would they find enough needles to poke them all…? Hmmm. It was painful, but it was worth it. I got a big shiny happy face sticker. Yummm…

Because I am a grown up boy now, I had to prove that. So, as you know, I like to climb the stairs as often as I can. I get upstairs, I play as much as I want and when I want to come downstairs I yell and somebody comes and gets me. Well… starting today, I don’t need anybody to come after me, because I know how to come downstairs by myself. Yeap, you read it right. I can come back to mommy by myself. When she saw me she couldn’t believe it, But I proved it to her again and again.

The walking… it’s coming. I walk better and better with somebody holing my hands. Actually I improved my walking even when I am held by one hand. But still… The crawling is much faster than the walking and if I hold a teddy bear in my mouth by its nose I am ten times faster that walking. But I have to have the teddy.

I said the other day that my eye is better. Well, it is better, meaning I don’t have a pink, swollen eye. But my little tear is still there. It is clear, but I didn’t get rid of it, so my tear-duct must be still blocked.

Today I went with mommy at the groceries store. It’s a big place, in height, length and width. So I found fascinating when I yelled once to mommy to give me a snack by the sound I made. From that point I just yelled. And yelled. And yelled. I got all red but I didn’t stop. I was yelling from the top of my lungs. Mommy was desperate, but I was the happiest person in the supermarket. I was yelling and laughing until we got out, and that was a while.

After so much yelling, when we got home I so tired that I barely drank my carrot juice and fell asleep almost instantly. Like a good, happy baby. Ups! I am that baby.

I have to tell you that I can say pretty clear and with good meaning “ma-ma” and “ta-ta”. Maybe I won’t be a baby for a long time. I’ll be a big happy boy soon.

A week ago, my right eye ( I always had problems with it due a blocked tear-duct) got really swollen and red. My beautiful lashes were all together, so mommy took me to the doctor. Turned out I had a pink eye. The doctor gave me some antibiotic drops to put twice a day into my eye for a week and I can tell you that I have now plenty of individual dry lashes.

The rest… I am a pretty lazy guy when comes for walking. What can I say? it is much, much faster to go on my knees. And I don’t need anybody to help me out with that. actually in the last few days I was brave enough to get mommy or daddy with one hand and walk slowly a few meters. It’s coming. Just wait for it. The stairs in the house….hmmm… not so lazy.  If I would know how to get down from upstairs I would be all day long on the steps. I already have an idea how to slide down, but I have to perfect my technique. I tried today and I fell a few steps and it wasn’t nice at all. Do you think I gave up? Ha! After I stopped crying I went back again. Didn’t try again to come down by myself though.

Daddy made me a surprise 2 weeks ago when he bought a bike chair for me. I have a helmet too. I loooove riding the bike with daddy. I am high enough to see everything around and the speed… beautiful. I can ride in that chair for hours without making any noise.

4 days ago  I finished the last box of formula and because I am almost 1 year, mommy gave me cow milk, 3.25% fat. I think it is pretty good. Although I didn’t sleep pretty well in those nights. We don’t know the reason. Maybe it didn’t fill me really well, maybe I loved too much, but I had about 27 oz – 650ml from going to bed till breakfast. Quite a lot. Last night I settled with the 7 oz at bed time and twice 5oz during the night. I drink a lot of water during the day and lately I love my food blended in a really fine paste. So I don’t have to chew too much and get bored before stuffed, I think.

As I told you, lately I didn’t sleep really well, but today…oh man. Mommy rocked me for my morning nap around 10 and I woke around 2pm. After that I wanted another nap around 4 and… it’ 6:30 and I am still sleeping We’ll see tonight. Bye for now.