May 252011
 

Chilkat has approximately three consonants in her arsenal now. She got ‘m’ down first, followed quickly by ‘n’. Yesterday she got ‘b’, and shortly afterward learned how to blow spit bubbles…”bbbbbbbbbbb”. Her vowels all seem to be an amalgamation…which is rather ingenuous. She has invented the Multi-Purpose Amalgamated Vowel Sound (TM). We’re trying to get her to build sentences with these building blocks. We’re also trying to figure out how to get rich off this invention.

“Mom, name me Mimi.”

“My main man may mine my money!”

“I’m no baby!”

We welcome more suggestions.

She pointedly ignores me every day when I visit her in day care. She doesn’t hesitate to give big giant smiles to Kim the infant day care lady. Today, Chilkat took our suggestion to poop at day care since we’re paying them big bucks anyway. In fact, she took this suggestion twice. Kim the infant day care lady marvels at how strong she is, and how advanced she is, and has clearly figured out how to ingratiate herself with parents: Praise their children.

When I visit her at day care, she reminds me of an aloof intellectual in a prison. She doesn’t participate in their mindless shenanigans. I’ve seen one baby start crying, setting off a chain reaction amongst the other babies, and Chilkat just looks around at them like they’re boring simpletons.

Chilkat is sleeping better than ever. She’s a champ. She seems to come home from day care exhausted. Yesterday, we put her to bed an hour early in a very exciting fashion: she fell asleep on KrisDi on the couch downstairs, we transferred her to me, I carried her upstairs, and put her down in the crib. She didn’t even stir. First time we’ve succeeded in such a hand-off, let alone an upstairs traversal without a long cool-down period. To top that off, we had to wake her up in the morning to feed her before day care, she fell asleep during her breakfast, she slept through me putting her into the car seat, the drive to work, and the bumpy walk up the stairs to day care. Then she woke up. Chilkat’s going to be late for school a lot.

She has rolled over twice now during separate tummy times. She gets frustrated less quickly by tummy time. She has not yet gotten on all fours. She likes the sit-up game: lie her on her back and pull her into a sitting position by her hands. Sometimes, rather than grabbing her hands, she’ll grab your fingers. She often likes to continue into the standing position. She also likes the pushy game: put her in a sitting position leaning against you and push against her feet so she can push back.

May 242011
 

I was chastised yesterday.

Paru yelled at me for showing her pictures of Chilkat instead of pictures of food. She said I was going to make her want “another one” (she has two kids). So, today I brought Chilkat in early and made Paru hold her for about ten minutes. I told her Chilkat needs a playpal.

So, very late, here are the photos of April food.

May 222011
 

Man, apparently I’ve been laxer than I thought I’d been.

Chilkat and KrisDi are napping cutely on the other couch. I’m drinking beer and watching the Sox. Currently, they’re winning. It’s a nice change of pace.

Chilkat seems fine with day care. I’m not sure she realizes her parents aren’t around, except that she doesn’t get constant personalized attention. She has a boyfriend named Mads (not a made up name, that’s actually the kid’s name) whom she ignores vigorously. It seems that the day care people feed her mechanically, regardless of whether she’s hungry or how hungry she is; she will eat four ounces every three hours (or sooner if she’s fussy). This is not terrible, I suppose, but I wish KrisDi could be at home to take care of Chilkat and KrisDi could be at work to retrieve the bacon. Chilkat is generally nonplussed to see me when I visit at lunch. We’ll see how things go. I’m told that when the kids are old enough to know a little bit about what’s going on, they think it’s time to go home when one of the parents visit.

Chilkat has been baptized and/or christened. It wasn’t a major ordeal or anything. We’re still eating the leftovers.

We went to the Seattle aquarium with the family that gave me the False Alarm. Their daughter, M, is three weeks older than Chilkat.

I guess I don’t have a lot to say, so here are the pictures. Enjoy!

May 182011
 

I don’t feel like going through pictures today, or talking about big events.

I want to remember Chilkat being cranky, and eventually falling asleep on my shoulder, snuffling on my neck, getting snot all over me, and steaming up a spot on my shirt until I felt drenched.

I want to remember Chilkat being inconsolable by any means except handing her to her mom, and then quieting on contact.

I want to remember the look on Chilkat’s face the first time she felt grass on her feet. She lit up like heaven.

I want to remember how I felt the first time Chilkat smiled at something I did (rather than just randomly smiling). I want to find more ways to make her smile.

I want to remember the half-panic when I wake up in the middle of the night to absolute silence (is she OK?).

I want to remember the amazing blue eyes she has right now. I wonder if they’ll stay this color.

I ought to remember how poorly I handle frustration, especially under sleep deprivation, and how frustrating a screaming child can be.

I want to know what it feels like to feel like a good parent.

I want to know what fascinates Chilkat about the side of the pack-n-play.

I want to remember the naps in front of baseball games.

May 132011
 

Today I was watching rats scamper around a dumpster. There was a big crack in the welding at the bottom, and one of the rats’ tails would occasionally stick out of this crack.

A crow took interest, and actually caught the tail and started to yank. Of course, the rat was none too pleased.

After a little while, the rat broke free, but the crow stuck around and made another grab at the protruding tail.

Eventually, a truck drove by, scaring off the crow.