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Every day with my little one is a new experience, and a reminder of how sweet and simple life really is. Even with yukky diapers.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Learning to Fly
Or in Cassidy's case, the struggle to crawl. Last night was so sweet. We walked over to the local McMenamins to grab a quick bite with one of Eric's bandmates, and Cass took a little nap while we were there. She's so good, and really enjoyable to take out. She's does great at restaurants, never fussy or loud. I have a feeling that will come to an end when she gets more active, so for now we're really enjoying it and trying to capitalize on going out with her.
Later last night, Eric and I were playing with her, and she was trying so hard to crawl. We layed on our stomachs with her, and got down to her level while she struggled at first to even roll over. It's tough when her arm gets in the way! She hasn't quite figured out how to easily pull it underneath her. So after practicing rolling over a few times, she would get onto her tummy, and bring her little leg up almost underneath her and try to push with it. Very frustrating for her, and we cheered her on from the sidelines. It was so sweet, she'd try on both sides, struggling to get that leg in the right position to crawl. When she couldn't do it, she'd yell, and sometimes put her little head down on the floor out of sheer exhaustion. Poor thing. But every time she'd try and fail, Eric and I would rub her back and pat her head and tell her to keep trying, that we had faith in her, and that she could do it. Through all her frustration, each time we'd give her some encouragement, she would look at us and smile, or just give us a look that said, "Thank you." I really felt like she knew we were trying to help her, and it seemed to make her more calm about the whole thing. I think we were on the floor with her for about an hour! Of course she wasn't trying to crawl the whole time, and we did alot of playing with her during that hour, but it really seemed like she tried for soooo long. Eric was especially sweet in his encouragement; he kept telling her to keep trying, that he knew she'd find a way to make it work, but that it takes lots of trys to find the right way. I'm probably just a naive new parent, but I really think she hears us, and I think it makes a difference to her.
I also think she may just walk before she crawls. She prefers to scoot around on her back, and since she's way more mobile that way, it's almost like crawling isnt' something she's truly interested in. But she can actually stand (!!) holding onto something on her own! It's hilarious too, because she'll just giggle and giggle, like it's the best thing in the world to be standing on her own. She's finally realized that she's got to keep her feet flat on the ground in order to balance, but often times she'll keep one foot flat, and stand on her tippy toes on the other foot. It's really funny. I'm not ready for her to walk yet. She just started sitting up!!!
Tonight we'll take her into NE for Last Thursday, an event that happens every month to showcase local artists and vendors. Should be fun, and some bands will be playing too, which will be interesting for her since she loves music. Shocking, I know! I'll write about that experience tomorrow most likely. That's it for now, getting ready for the big trip to the Lake, and I have to put together a list of all the things she'll need. Planning never ends!!
Oh, and on a quick note, Eric had something really funny happen yesterday. She had like, three poops yesterday, all pretty solid. Well, apparantly, one of her poops was like a golf ball, and since she's been know to pee on herself the second we take off her diaper to change her, Eric's really been concentrating on taking the old one off, and getting the new one at least under her so that if she does pee, the diaper's there to catch it and it doesn't get all over her clothes and changing table. So he changed the golf ball poo diap, stuck it in the diaper genie, and was off. Well,the next time he went into her room to change her, he noticed this round dark thing in between the changing pad and the table....apparantly he'd been trying so hard to get the old diap off and the new one on, that the poop had rolled out! HAHAHAHAAAAA!!! I was cracking up sooo hard when I heard that one!! He couldn't believe it! He's still mystefied by the physics of how that poop just rolled right out of the diaper!!! Hilarious! I'm telling you, the fun never stops!!
Or in Cassidy's case, the struggle to crawl. Last night was so sweet. We walked over to the local McMenamins to grab a quick bite with one of Eric's bandmates, and Cass took a little nap while we were there. She's so good, and really enjoyable to take out. She's does great at restaurants, never fussy or loud. I have a feeling that will come to an end when she gets more active, so for now we're really enjoying it and trying to capitalize on going out with her.
Later last night, Eric and I were playing with her, and she was trying so hard to crawl. We layed on our stomachs with her, and got down to her level while she struggled at first to even roll over. It's tough when her arm gets in the way! She hasn't quite figured out how to easily pull it underneath her. So after practicing rolling over a few times, she would get onto her tummy, and bring her little leg up almost underneath her and try to push with it. Very frustrating for her, and we cheered her on from the sidelines. It was so sweet, she'd try on both sides, struggling to get that leg in the right position to crawl. When she couldn't do it, she'd yell, and sometimes put her little head down on the floor out of sheer exhaustion. Poor thing. But every time she'd try and fail, Eric and I would rub her back and pat her head and tell her to keep trying, that we had faith in her, and that she could do it. Through all her frustration, each time we'd give her some encouragement, she would look at us and smile, or just give us a look that said, "Thank you." I really felt like she knew we were trying to help her, and it seemed to make her more calm about the whole thing. I think we were on the floor with her for about an hour! Of course she wasn't trying to crawl the whole time, and we did alot of playing with her during that hour, but it really seemed like she tried for soooo long. Eric was especially sweet in his encouragement; he kept telling her to keep trying, that he knew she'd find a way to make it work, but that it takes lots of trys to find the right way. I'm probably just a naive new parent, but I really think she hears us, and I think it makes a difference to her.
I also think she may just walk before she crawls. She prefers to scoot around on her back, and since she's way more mobile that way, it's almost like crawling isnt' something she's truly interested in. But she can actually stand (!!) holding onto something on her own! It's hilarious too, because she'll just giggle and giggle, like it's the best thing in the world to be standing on her own. She's finally realized that she's got to keep her feet flat on the ground in order to balance, but often times she'll keep one foot flat, and stand on her tippy toes on the other foot. It's really funny. I'm not ready for her to walk yet. She just started sitting up!!!
Tonight we'll take her into NE for Last Thursday, an event that happens every month to showcase local artists and vendors. Should be fun, and some bands will be playing too, which will be interesting for her since she loves music. Shocking, I know! I'll write about that experience tomorrow most likely. That's it for now, getting ready for the big trip to the Lake, and I have to put together a list of all the things she'll need. Planning never ends!!
Oh, and on a quick note, Eric had something really funny happen yesterday. She had like, three poops yesterday, all pretty solid. Well, apparantly, one of her poops was like a golf ball, and since she's been know to pee on herself the second we take off her diaper to change her, Eric's really been concentrating on taking the old one off, and getting the new one at least under her so that if she does pee, the diaper's there to catch it and it doesn't get all over her clothes and changing table. So he changed the golf ball poo diap, stuck it in the diaper genie, and was off. Well,the next time he went into her room to change her, he noticed this round dark thing in between the changing pad and the table....apparantly he'd been trying so hard to get the old diap off and the new one on, that the poop had rolled out! HAHAHAHAAAAA!!! I was cracking up sooo hard when I heard that one!! He couldn't believe it! He's still mystefied by the physics of how that poop just rolled right out of the diaper!!! Hilarious! I'm telling you, the fun never stops!!
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