While playing with the geeky mom and Aunt Sandi this week, Abby suddenly became frustrated at her inability to master the English language by her seventh month. Desperately trying to communicate, she reverted to some kind of animal-based, guttural growl. She hasn’t done it much since, but dang, it was funny at the time.
Abby is blowing us away with what all she’s learning and the pace at which she’s picking things up. It seems like she’ll do something for the first time on one day, and then totally master it by the next day. Having just turned seven months, she’s been speed crawling for a week or two now, and she has started pulling herself up on furniture. I imagine she’s only days away from “cruising” side to side on the sofa. Here’s a video I got this morning of her standing around at the sofa. Notice the slight showing off as she takes one hand off, turns around to me, and says “Da Da.”
Yes, that’s what she said. No, she hasn’t associated that with me so far. But it’s coming. I feel it.
We spent Friday and Saturday night in Atlanta visiting family and friends, but had to rush home Sunday morning to make church commitments that night. As we drove through Chattanooga around 11:15 a.m., we thought about lunch but decided to hold off since we were in a rush. However, a mile after we passed the Chattanooga Cracker Barrel (where we had just pulled off to change Abby’s diaper), we hit a complete and total stop on the interstate. There was a massive wreck on I-24, and all lanes were blocked on both sides. So, we cut across the median and headed back to Cracker Barrel. Hey, I’d rather sit there for an hour eating fine country cookin’ than sit on the interstate going out of my mind.
So, Abby got to see her first Cracker Barrel, a landmark moment for any southern belle. Now Abby has always been fascinated with ceiling fans. I secretly worry that she thinks fans are God–in every room, always looking down, always watching over, etc. So, when we walked into Cracker Barrel, with all the gifts, warm smells, twinkling lights, and yes, ceiling fans, I thought her head was going to explode. She kept darting her head from one side to the other trying to take it all in. It was fantastic.
This was also her first time in a restaurant high-chair. She did great, although she was determined to eat the table. Yes, I know it’s disgusting and we’re horrible parents for letting her mouth hit the table. But we cleaned it as best we could and come on, it’s freaking adorable.
After her first six months of healthy living, I hate to say that Abby got sick for the first time this week. She had her six-month shots on Tuesday, and after that developed a mild fever. Friday, that fever added an incredibly stuffed nose … just shortly after mommy left town for a quick 24-hour trip, leaving the geeky dad in charge.
I’m sure you’ve all been there. The stopped-up nose prevented any breathing through the nose at all, which means she wouldn’t take her bottle, because for some reason, she refused to have both her nose AND mouth plugged up! Silly baby. So, by the alleged “bedtime,” I had a hungry, sick, sniffling, coughing, screaming little girl on my hands. Few times have I felt so remarkably helpless.
After a few reassuring calls to the traveling mommy and a few other panic-stricken, “what the crap do I do?” calls to my good friend, Holly (a pediatric nurse), I found myself rubbing Vicks on the baby’s chest, squirting Motrin and Benadryl in her mouth, and applying an extra dose of daddy love. Apparently, this potion worked, because she’s managed to sleep eight hours and counting … so far.
Parenting is hard. Parenting a poor, sick baby who can’t tell you what’s wrong and who doesn’t understand what’s happening to her normally healthy, active little body is extremely hard. I’ve definitely come to understand what people mean by, “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” It does. It really, really does. Poor kid.
Abby turned six months on Monday, and wow! What a week we’ve had. This kid is growing and changing faster than I would have thought possible. In the past ten days, she’s started crawling, sitting up, pulling up, eating solids, and she cut her first two teeth! It is unbelievable watching all of this happen.
The downside, of course, is that we had just figured her out before all this happened! We had finally gotten into a bit of a routine, but now that’s all blown to bits. We’re now back to scratching our heads and wondering what the heck we’re supposed to be doing. Fortunately for me, I’m apparently married to an incredible mommy, who seems to have everything well in hand.
Quick note about pictures: My main computer is in the shop this week, and that’s the one I use to upload all the photos to our online gallery. So, the past months’ worth of pics will be late this month. However, Maryalice has been putting a lot of recent pictures on Facebook, so find her there if you’re not connected with her already.
For those of you who just want to see anything and everything about Abby that I’ll throw out there, this one’s for you. Yes, I know that’s pretty much just the grandparents.
For those of you wanting a geeky angle, I can say that this is the first video I’ve filmed, edited, and uploaded to YouTube using only my new iPhone 3GS. It’s pretty cool to be able to do all of this without ever offloading the video to my computer.
This is Abby playing in her new stand-up exercise thingy. I honestly can’t believe she’s this big already.
UPDATE: The video was accidentally marked “private” in YouTube. I’ve fixed it now. If you tried unsuccessfully to view the view, try again. It’s working now. Sorry!
Not only has Abby recently (almost) mastered the art of sitting up unassisted, she’s also accomplished a long-time goal: putting her feet in her mouth. Bored with inserting ALL FIVE FINGERS in her mouth at the same time, she’s now moved on to sticking her entire foot in there.
Maryalice caught her on video perfecting her form. It looks like she’s been studying how the cats clean their toes. It’s pretty disgusting, actually…