I've moved....

Friends

Starting today (September 10, 2007), this blog has joined forces with its brother-blog and moved to http://21monthsapart.blogspot.com/ or you may CLICK HERE.

If you arrived here by using a "favorite" in your browser, please update it to point to the new location. If you arrived here by clicking on a link on a webpage or blog, please ask the owner to update their link.

All posts made to this blog have been copied to the new location. This archive will continue to exist for as long as the generous folks at blogger.com provide it for free (currently "forever").

We hope you'll join us at our new home online.

Love, R.

7 months old...

Friends!

You simply wouldn't believe how much I've changed in the last month. In the last month, I've gained over 2 pounds, which has bounced me back to the 25th percentile weight-wise. I've started babbling continuously, and also playing with toys. There's nothing more fun than playing with my brother's toys, but he doesn't like that so much. Actually, there's no-one that is quite as much fun and can make me laugh as hard as he can.

I almost titled this posting "Back to the future", because I've been scootching myself backwards for the last couple of days. Oh, I want to go forward, but I end up pushing myself back, and you wouldn't believe how frustrating it is that I get further and further away from my goal. I'm experimenting with pulling my legs under me, so it's just a question of time before I crawl.

I like standing up. I can't get there myself yet, but with a little help, I can pull up to standing, and that's where the fun starts, I can tell. I want to be like Daniel.

I do have my first battle scar. During this particular photo session, I dove forward and bumped my noggin and scratched my nose. Nothing to ruin my modelling career, just a little bruise and scratch.


Still no teeth. Still amazing amounts of drool. I frequently have to change outfits during the day because I'm soaked. Still, I'm expanding my food repertoire, and today I had animal crackers (which I gummed up) and pasta for dinner. So I'm getting there, but a couple of teeth would be handy.

Oh, I might have forgotten that I roll both ways now, and I may be sleeping through the night again. It's too early to call definitely, but last night I gave Mama a solid 8 hours, which was much appreciated.

My most striking feature? Well, thanks for asking - it would have to be my eyes. They are big, blue and beautiful.

That's about it for now.

Love, R.

Sitting Pretty!

Folks



I've learned this new skill called "sitting". It's fun, and I'm really good at it. I can sit for as long as I want to. I actually taught Sean how to sit on our vacation. He knows a lot of tricks that I don't, but he didn't really teach me anything back.

I have been drooling like you wouldn't believe for weeks now, but no teeth yet. Can't really explain that one, but I have to wear bibs at all times or I soak my clothes.

So I've been travelling too, and I got to be part of all of the same adventures that my brother did - but it was all new for me. My favorite part might have been going to the blue lagoon in Iceland - basically an outdoors pool with bright blue water that they keep at body temperature. I loved it.

I did well on all of the travels - slept for large chunks of the long flights, and at no point did I behave in a way that made the other passengers wish they were sitting elsewhere on the plane. That's pretty good for a 6-and-a-little month old.

On the trip, I got to spend lots of time with my new buddy Sean. Sure I'd seen pictures, but it was fun to just hang out together.

I got to hang out with the cousins and their neighbors - the only girl in a house of 4 boys. Give me a little while and I'll get them eating out of my hand. For this trip, it was more a case of being held a lot - though Jacob took his turns feeding me too.

I ate a lot of new things on this trip - almost to the point now where keeping track makes less sense. Apples, pears, raspberries are all good. So is the Norwegian porridge I got, but I'm less fond of apricots and pasta with broccoli.

I'm now old enough that Mama could take me to the daycare at the gym, but I was having none of that. Pretty much as soon as I couldn't see her anymore, I let the staff know of my unhappiness. So no workout for mama.

That's about it for now. I have lots of pictures, and I'll try to get those posted soon. Also, I actually turned 6 months old, and there are official "me" pictures that look frighteningly like Papa did at the same age (please, let me not get his hair).

The editors are considering merging the two family blogs - it sometimes seems that this one gets the short end of the stick, because stories are already told in the other one. Feedback? Is there anyone who reads this blog that doesn't also read the other one?

That's the family, by the way. You too could look like this.

Love, R.

Six months old!

Friends

As of Monday, I'm six months old. That means that I get to round up to one... I'll be in Norway by then, so I thought I'd post a little early.

There's a visit to the pediatrician at six months, and it's not one of the fun ones. Four big needles rammed into my tender little thighs. I did not like that one bit. Got a little bit of a fever that evening, and was tired from all the activity, but I'm my normal cheery self now.

I'm 13lbs 10 oz. That makes me a lightweight for my age at the 10th percentile. I'm 26 and 7/8th inches long which places me in the 90th percentile, and my head is in the 45th percentile. So I'm still tall and skinny, but with a bigger head than last time. Dr. Matt says I'm doing great, but that I could perhaps be eating a little more. So I'll probably get a little formula going forward. I've added sweet potatoes to my list, and they are starch-y.

The video, you ask? Not terribly exciting, but it's me coo-ing a lot.

I rake items toward me. I can just about hold a bottle, I juggle pacifiers. I'm cute as all heck, and hopefully everyone still things so after a 15 hour flight to Norway.

Until next time.

R.

Flying....

People

Welcome to my new little corner of the web. For those of you who linked into the old site, nothing has changed except the name - we thought it'd be a good idea to make it a *little* more anonymous than before.

I've got some moves since last time. I will roll over from front to back, but not the other way. Oh, I get so close, so close. I'll teeter on my side - and then roll back.

I can "scootch" along on my back, I can spin around the axis defined by the back of my head. These two tricks allow me to get from place A to place B - as effectively (if not as gracefully) as crawling or rolling would.

I've started to hold long monologues with coos and squacks, and I'll even give an "early warning" if my feeding needs are not being met.

I'm ticklish, and if I'm not already in a foul mood, I break out into the biggest smiles if someone tickles my neck or feet.

Peas and Corn are not as popular as carrots were, but are still OK. I really want more colorful food. The other day I just about launched myself out of the bumbo in order to get my hands on some pizza.

Friday I get on a long, long set of flights. Everyone is nervous about that.

That's about it for now.

Love, R.

Biker Chick, or aunt jemima?

People!

So I have this new bandanna, and depending on how I wear it, I can look like a biker-chick or aunt jemima. Cool, no?

I have some neat new skills, really I do, but first of all, the editors would like to apologize for the short "nothing new" posts of late. For an embarrassing contrast, check out the beautiful 5-month post that Claire's parents wrote for her.

Now, the editors could hide behind the fact that this first-person style is a little harder to write than the third-person style, but that doesn't really make up for all the things they forgot to talk about. Like the fact that I've started liking Papa after several months of only liking Mama. Or how my big smile and beautiful blue eyes can really cheer up the room. Or that I have outstanding head control, or that I blow the best raspberries. It's not fair that the second child should get compared to her brother, but that's the way it is sometimes. I'm pretty amazing for my age. The one thing I've gotten too little credit for is how "easy" of a baby I've been - no colic, no tummy-aches, very little stress, really.

I like baths, I like being bounced around a little. I LOVE my brother. Yes - it will probably be embarrassing to find this in a few years, but there's just nothing that makes me smile more than if Daniel does something funny. And if he cries, I cry too.

Skills -well, the big one is that I can now transfer an item from one hand to the other. I also stand up more, can *almost* sit stably, and we're not going to focus on the whole rolling over thing - which I could probably do, but I don't see the point in yet. I have done a full 360-degree rotation on the back of my head, and yes, I'm losing a little hair because of it.

I have slept through the night, just to prove that I can, but that's not always what I feel like doing. Sometimes I might wake up and want to use Mama as a pacifier -> the parents think I'm literally milking their affection. I can get SO MAD if they try to let me "cry it out", so I usually win that battle.

I have a bit of a rash - probably from the heat. Or the sunscreen. Or possibly the chlorine at the pool. Or maybe a little bit of everything.

And THAT is about it for this time.

Love, R.

Five months old

Friends

I'm five months old today, which means that the paparazzi were out in force. Aren't I cute?

No real updates of significance around here, really.

Love, R.