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As of 1AM this morning, you turned seven months old. It’s hard to believe you are now past the half-year mark. You’re approximately 17 pounds, approaching 18, and are starting to fit into clothes sized nine months. You still wear size 3 diapers, which I expect you’ll be in for some time. You’re still as sweet as ever, smiling readily for everyone, and talking up a storm. One of your poppa and my favorite things to do is listen to you talk to yourself in the morning. You’ll chat to yourself, trying out sounds, even testing out how loud you can be. It’s awesome to listen to. When we picked you up after work the other night, your abuelo even swore you said something that sounded an awful lot like “hello.” We’ll give him the benefit of the doubt since both your poppa and I have heard you say something that sounds an awful lot like “mama,” too.
Your first big milestone this month: solid foods. We introduced you to carrots the day you turned six months old (day 181). And, boy, did you love them. You very quickly got the hang of eating from a spoon (although we’ve fed you cereal that way several times) and eagerly opened your mouth for your next bite. It was messy, messier than I expected, but our dog Troubadour was more than happy to help clean up your high chair when we were done.
After carrots, your poppa and I introduced you to plums (day 192), which you weren’t as crazy about. Seems the tartness was a bit much, although it was funny to hear you sigh loudly and then shudder a full two minutes after you’d had a bite. Next you tried bananas (day 208), which you definitely liked more than you liked plums. Next will be sweet potatoes, so get ready. (We have to wait several days before introducing you to new foods to make sure you’re not allergic to them.)
You’re still very social, not yet exhibiting any signs of stranger or separation anxiety, which is great. When your poppa took a day off work (day 186) to spend with you, the two of you ended up visiting your Gramma Fran and Grandpa Don, and your Auntie Kirsten at her job. At your cousin Stephen’s second birthday party (day 198) you made fast friends with his Grandma Jane and Grandma Debbie, to name a couple. That was also the day your hair started to develop a noticeable curl; your poppa has already apologized to you since it looks like you might have his hair. It’s already the exact same color as his. As if that day wasn’t exciting enough, that’s the day we noticed you were cutting a third tooth, your upper right incisor. Which might explain why you went the entire day without napping. The very next day, Sunday (day 199), I noticed you were cutting a second upper tooth, the left incisor. And then three days after that, you started cutting another tooth, the second left incisor. You now have those three teeth coming in up top and the two on the bottom, giving you a grand total of five teeth. Pretty impressive for a seven-month-old. Soon we’ll have to take you for your first dental checkup.
You’ve had a very social month, enjoying a workout with poppa (day 202), visiting friends with us, giggling at and reaching for your cousin Stephen when saying goodnight (day 208), having lunch with me and a few friends, and essentially seeing everyone in your family. You held your bottle for an entire bedtime feeding (day 187) and FINALLY giggled just for me (day 209), which was wonderful since you usually giggle for everyone but me (you think your poppa is the end-all, be-all clown).
The most amazing milestone you’ve hit this month is that you finally sat on your own (day 204), right there on your poppa’s office floor. We were so proud of you and just awed to see you do that. You’re getting better at it, too, sitting up for longer periods of time and getting really close to righting yourself when you tip over. You’re also rocking on your knees like you’re getting ready to crawl. Which means your poppa and I have to hurry up and childproof.
I usually write your monthly letter early in the day, but today I had an ulterior motive for waiting to do it so late: We took you to see the Easter Bunny at West Town Mall today. It meant a lot to me to get your picture taken with the Easter Bunny since tomorrow is your first Easter. You handled it like a pro, much like when you met Santa in December. You were very obviously unimpressed to be seated in the lap of a six-foot-tall quasi-rodent and didn’t much feel like smiling. Or crying. Or really reacting with anything other than boredom. It was only when the photographer’s assistant worked to get you to smile that you did. And it was worth the wait.
Song Lyric of the Day:
Ain’t going back to Barton Hollow / Devil gonna follow me e’er I go / Won’t do me no good washing in the river / Can’t no preacher man save my soul
I’m looking forward to the holiday weekend. Work today is a short day to help kick things off, so I’ll be sprinting out the door at 2 o’clock. Lent ends on Saturday, along with my self-imposed Lenten sacrifice of deep-fried food. The last time I ate fried food was dinner on Ash Wednesday, March 8, when I hit Bojangle’s so I could go out with one last fix of fried chicken and seasoned fries. Since then I’ve resisted the temptation to cheat, which has been hard. No donuts. No chimichangas or hard-shell tacos. No regular potato chips. None of my dad’s tostones. No fried French fries (I made oven-baked fries once). No boneless buffalo wings. You get the idea. But I’ve survived and I’m healthier for it. I’ll likely eat deep-fried food again — this is me, after all — but now I know I can survive without it, so I’ll definitely eat it a lot less — I’m even a soft-taco convert now.
What I’m looking forward to most this weekend is Coraline turning 7 months old on Saturday, followed by her first Easter on Sunday. I’m hoping we can squeeze in a visit to the Easter Bunny at the mall for a photo. It’ll be interesting to see if she handles meeting the Easter Bunny even half as well as she handled meeting Santa Claus. And she’ll be getting her first Easter basket from us, too. That’s mostly for me and Rich to enjoy, though. Okay, it’s mostly for me. But Rich will no doubt enjoy it, too.
And heading into this weekend, Coraline’s hit another milestone: Last night she sat up for several minutes on her own. Can’t wait to see what she does next.
Song Lyric of the Day:
So tell me when you hear my heart stop / You’re the only one that knows / Tell me when you hear my silence / There’s a possibility I wouldn’t know
Last Wednesday I went to the big, biannual children’s consignment sale, Duck Duck Goose. And good lord — what an experience. Taking place in an old K-Mart location in West Knoxville, I’d heard about how crazy it could be, both from one of my sisters and friends who are moms. Not to mention the packed parking lot whenever I’d pass it. I’d wanted to attend their fall event, but I’d just given birth to Coraline and couldn’t drive; by the time I found out it was going on, it was the last day. So for their spring event, I was determined to see firsthand what the fuss was all about. First, I registered in their First Moms Club; as such, I received a special wristband that got me into the preview sale Wednesday night (it would open to the public the following day). I got in line to be admitted at about 7:10PM; I got in the door right at 7:30. Once inside, I was overwhelmed by the sheer madness of it — so many people and so much STUFF to look through. Basically, if it’s an item for a baby, toddler, or child, they’ve got it. I spent about an hour shopping; I didn’t shop longer since I quickly tired of slogging through the piles and seemingly endless racks of stuff.
Here’s a rundown of what I picked up for Coraline.
Nursery-rhyme stacking blocks, a punching penguin, pop-up animals, a bilingual drum, and an alphabet/number block:
A closeup of the stacking nursery-rhyme blocks:
Some summer outfits, including two with ladybugs (one with a headband):
A couple more light summer outfits:
Two pairs of jeans and a Winnie the Pooh two-piece outfit:
Shoes, glorious shoes, including three with the tags still on and a $3 pair of Robeez:
A beautiful, fancy dress with the tags still on:
And my favorite item, a dress I would so wear if it were in my size, also new with the tags still on:
It took me an hour and 15 minutes to check out from the time I got in line with my items. Was it worth it? Hell yes. Although next time I’ll pay the $10 to charity to “duck out of line” — volunteers hold your place in line until you’re ready to check out. All told, I bought Coraline five like-new toys (my fear of germs kept me from buying ones in slightly more used condition), 11 outfits, two dresses, two pairs of jeans, and eight pairs of shoes. For $94. So you can bet that I’ll be going back to their fall event. And I will most definitely be ducking out of line.