So yesterday when I was posting the video of Anastasia rolling over, she was watching it with me. She hadn't rolled over in a couple of weeks, but I figured it was just because she preferred to be on her back right now.
Apparently she'd actually forgotten how to do it...but watching the video reminded her.
When I put her on the floor after watching the video, she immediately rolled over several times in a row. She's done it again every time I've put her on her back today. How clever is she? She reminded herself of her new trick!
6.26.2008
my baby is a genius
Anastasia went to the pediatrician on Monday (June 23) for her four-month well baby visit. She weight 13.3 pounds (which is the 43 percentile) and was 25.98 inches long (96 percentile!). Not that it means anything at this stage, but isn't that just gorgeous? She definitely has model potential!
Good thing I'm not one of those moms...at least, I don't think I am...
Of course her development is well ahead of average. When she put her on her stomach to see how she held her head up, the pediatrician said she "looks just like the baby in the picture"--completely ideal. But I don't think Dr. Sells believed me that Anastasia can already roll over from her back to her stomach. "That's a six-month milestone," she said, with an incredulous twist of her lips. "Is she doing it consistently? Is it really on purpose?"
Okay, it's true that Anastasia hasn't done it consistently all the time. When she first learned to do it, she did it every time I put her down for about a week. Then she stopped for a while. Then she did it again a few times, and lately she's stopped again. I think she just prefers to be on her back right now. She has turned over from her stomach to her back once or twice, but that was definitely not intentional, and she hasn't realized that she can do it on purpose yet. But fortunately, I did manage a few weeks ago to catch her rolling to her stomach on tape:
Just tell me that isn't intentional!
Good thing I'm not one of those moms...at least, I don't think I am...
Of course her development is well ahead of average. When she put her on her stomach to see how she held her head up, the pediatrician said she "looks just like the baby in the picture"--completely ideal. But I don't think Dr. Sells believed me that Anastasia can already roll over from her back to her stomach. "That's a six-month milestone," she said, with an incredulous twist of her lips. "Is she doing it consistently? Is it really on purpose?"
Okay, it's true that Anastasia hasn't done it consistently all the time. When she first learned to do it, she did it every time I put her down for about a week. Then she stopped for a while. Then she did it again a few times, and lately she's stopped again. I think she just prefers to be on her back right now. She has turned over from her stomach to her back once or twice, but that was definitely not intentional, and she hasn't realized that she can do it on purpose yet. But fortunately, I did manage a few weeks ago to catch her rolling to her stomach on tape:
Just tell me that isn't intentional!
6.20.2008
moments I want to remember forever
A few things I never want to forget:
...the way Anastasia looks up at me while she's nursing and suddenly smiles and then starts "talking" to me like she's telling me all about her day...
...the way she sounds exactly like a dolphin when she "talks," with squeaks and whistles that no adult human could imitate...
...the way she sometimes imitates sounds I make, like "I-ah-oo" (I love you) or "ok"...
...the way she says things that sound just like words, most commonly "ungee!" (but it doesn't really mean hungry; we checked)
...the way Matt plays the "animal sounds" game with her: "What does a cow say? Moo! What does a horse say? Neigh! What does a dog say? Ruff, ruff! What does an Anastasia say? Ungee!!!!"
...the way once when she wanted to nurse and I was getting ready for bed, and she was rooting and wiggling and looking for me, and Matt curled up next to her with his face right next to her face to comfort her...and she kept rooting around until she suddenly took a big gulp and latched on--to his nose! I came to bed to find him shaking with silent laughter, trying not to move, as she sucked and gnawed away on the most protuberant part of his face.
...the way Matt takes her out of my arms as soon as he gets home from work, looks her in the eyes, and tells her that he thought about her all day...
...the way Anastasia nuzzles into my neck when I hold her up against my shoulder and wraps her arm around my neck like she's determined to hold herself there...
...the feeling of her damp, slightly sticky, tiny little fingers gripping mine...
...the way she smiles and giggles when I touch her nose and say "boop!"
...the way total strangers gather around me everywhere I go to admire her and rave about how adorable she is...
...the way her eyes are a different color every day...
...the way she fusses and cries when she's tired, and when I take her into the bedroom and lie her down on the bed, she suddenly quiets and gets still and content and looks up at me thankfully with her big, dark eyes...
...the way she cries when she's really mad, with her arms flung up by her face and her little features all scrunched up and her skin red, and even though it makes me sad it makes me want to laugh at the same time, because it reminds me of the moment she was born and how she cried then, and how happy I was...
...the way I love her more every time I see her, and I never knew it was possible to love anyone so much.
...the way Anastasia looks up at me while she's nursing and suddenly smiles and then starts "talking" to me like she's telling me all about her day...
...the way she sounds exactly like a dolphin when she "talks," with squeaks and whistles that no adult human could imitate...
...the way she sometimes imitates sounds I make, like "I-ah-oo" (I love you) or "ok"...
...the way she says things that sound just like words, most commonly "ungee!" (but it doesn't really mean hungry; we checked)
...the way Matt plays the "animal sounds" game with her: "What does a cow say? Moo! What does a horse say? Neigh! What does a dog say? Ruff, ruff! What does an Anastasia say? Ungee!!!!"
...the way once when she wanted to nurse and I was getting ready for bed, and she was rooting and wiggling and looking for me, and Matt curled up next to her with his face right next to her face to comfort her...and she kept rooting around until she suddenly took a big gulp and latched on--to his nose! I came to bed to find him shaking with silent laughter, trying not to move, as she sucked and gnawed away on the most protuberant part of his face.
...the way Matt takes her out of my arms as soon as he gets home from work, looks her in the eyes, and tells her that he thought about her all day...
...the way Anastasia nuzzles into my neck when I hold her up against my shoulder and wraps her arm around my neck like she's determined to hold herself there...
...the feeling of her damp, slightly sticky, tiny little fingers gripping mine...
...the way she smiles and giggles when I touch her nose and say "boop!"
...the way total strangers gather around me everywhere I go to admire her and rave about how adorable she is...
...the way her eyes are a different color every day...
...the way she fusses and cries when she's tired, and when I take her into the bedroom and lie her down on the bed, she suddenly quiets and gets still and content and looks up at me thankfully with her big, dark eyes...
...the way she cries when she's really mad, with her arms flung up by her face and her little features all scrunched up and her skin red, and even though it makes me sad it makes me want to laugh at the same time, because it reminds me of the moment she was born and how she cried then, and how happy I was...
...the way I love her more every time I see her, and I never knew it was possible to love anyone so much.
6.05.2008
ambiguous animals
I just noticed something funny about Anastasia's toys. One of the first toys she was given was a stuffed animal that my grandmother sent her. My grandmother picked it out because she thought it was a pony, and it made her think of my childhood obsession with horses. I thought the same thing when I first saw it, and was delighted by the connection, but on closer examination we discovered that the animal is not a pony, but a giraffe. It's a pony-giraffe.
Later, a friend of mine sent a rattle that's also an animal. It's a yellow bird, and at first glance we thought it was a duck. However, further examination revealed that animal to actually be a chicken, resulting in its christening as "Chuck Chuck the Chicken-Duck."
But poor Anastasia is going to have a hard time learning to identify animals if all of her toys are so easily mistaken for something else! What's next, I wonder? A liger, perhaps?
Later, a friend of mine sent a rattle that's also an animal. It's a yellow bird, and at first glance we thought it was a duck. However, further examination revealed that animal to actually be a chicken, resulting in its christening as "Chuck Chuck the Chicken-Duck."
But poor Anastasia is going to have a hard time learning to identify animals if all of her toys are so easily mistaken for something else! What's next, I wonder? A liger, perhaps?
6.04.2008
cars are a little less evil than they used to be
Tonight we took a quick trip to Whole Foods (for some bread) and Borders (for some books, since man doesn't live by bread alone). Nothing unusual in that, except that ever since Anastasia was born we've avoided driving anywhere whenever possible--even more than we usually avoid driving, I mean--because she hates the car. She screams and arches her back when I put her in the carseat, and she cries most of the time while we're driving. Sometimes she quiets for a little while the car is moving, but every time we stop at a red light, she bursts out again. Sometimes she doesn't cry until after the drive has lasted for longer than ten or fifteen minutes, but usually at the very least she bursts into inconsolable tears just before we arrive wherever we're going.
The much-dreaded drive to and from Virginia last week, however, was not as bad as I'd feared. At least, it improved considerably once I discovered that I could nurse her in the carseat while Matt was driving. She still cried about it, though, and even though we drove every day last week--it just isn't possible to get anywhere from Matt's parents' house without driving--she didn't really get any better about it.
But tonight, we drove to Whole Foods and back--a ten-minute drive each way--without a single cry. Not a single tear. Not even a complaint. Anastasia sat happily in her carseat without fuss when I put her in, no protest at all. She let me buckle her without complaining, and she smiled and cooed at me the whole way there. Even though she was tired on the way back (it was after her 8:00 bedtime), she comforted herself by chewing and sucking on fingers (both hers and mine) and looked up at me with her big eyes and a questioning expression, as if to say, I can go to bed soon, right mommy?--and didn't cry at all.
The much-dreaded drive to and from Virginia last week, however, was not as bad as I'd feared. At least, it improved considerably once I discovered that I could nurse her in the carseat while Matt was driving. She still cried about it, though, and even though we drove every day last week--it just isn't possible to get anywhere from Matt's parents' house without driving--she didn't really get any better about it.
But tonight, we drove to Whole Foods and back--a ten-minute drive each way--without a single cry. Not a single tear. Not even a complaint. Anastasia sat happily in her carseat without fuss when I put her in, no protest at all. She let me buckle her without complaining, and she smiled and cooed at me the whole way there. Even though she was tired on the way back (it was after her 8:00 bedtime), she comforted herself by chewing and sucking on fingers (both hers and mine) and looked up at me with her big eyes and a questioning expression, as if to say, I can go to bed soon, right mommy?--and didn't cry at all.
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