Does anyone else walk around referring to themselves in the third person? Because mama is going crazy with the self-referrals and can't seem to stop. I blame the kid - not understanding the concept of "I" leads to much third person chatter. ("Mama hears you!", "Mama doesn't like that sound!", "Mama is going into the other room now!") I knew I was in deep when I started referring to my husband as "daddy". No weirdness there.
Baby Boy hit the 10 month mark on Wednesday and things are significantly crawlier around here. Little dude is motoring. No more leaving him alone to play; I take two steps out of the room and slap-slap-slap... (the universal sound of baby escape). Our babyproofing is still lax at best so I have to keep a close eye. No unattended roaming in this house! (All 3 rooms of it.) There are also many shaky attempts at pulling up (time to lower the crib mattress again) which probably means many shaky attempts at sleep. I hear that babies will often practice standing in the middle of the night and then get stuck, which means many middle of the night visits to help them sit down. (Unless you're my mother, a notorious non-coddler. "Let 'em fall!") We also have many, many, many new teeth. Five, to be exact. I thought they came in one at a time but Jaws here decided to go for gold and cut them all at once. (I think all he has left are molars.) This means new adventures in baby food. I've been trying different things, some good - english muffins topped with goop (butternut squash and applesauce, white bean and red pepper puree), some (like this afternoon's quinoa and lentil disaster) not so much. I'd love recipe suggestions. What does your kid devour?
Fall is in the air and I'm still getting used to the "crispness". (Sounds better than "cold".) The leaves are turning, the farmer's market is teeming, the Halloween candy, disappearing. Baby B and I hit the Bryant Park carousel and I don't know if I've ever seen him happier. (Scratch that - the first time daddy got down the Millenium Falcon we hit full-fledged baby geek-out.) The boy starts chewing the drywall if I don't get him outside at least twice a day. Unfortunately our favorite afternoon spot (the pier) is getting a little brisk. With the temperature hovering around 45 degrees, I pose this: What do you do with kids in the winter? We have an indoor pool so I'm luckier than most, but calling it "heated" is generous at best. (When I walked past it yesterday, the guy who teaches the childrens' swimming class was hopping up and down and slapping his chest to keep warm. Call me a skeptic, but I'm not sold.) Shelling out $20 for a class is okay once in a while, but on a day-to-day basis I'm lost. When I walk into his bedroom to start the day (5:30 am, lest I've forgotten to whine) the first thing he does is reach for the window and cry "Da! Da!" (I translate as "That! That!", versus "da-da" which means dad.) We're one of those hippie parents who doesn't allow television but killing time isn't the real issue - finding a place for him to crawl/toddle/flail is the main deal. Most of you probably have houses so this might not be an issue, but for those of us in teensy dwellings it's major. What do you do?
Continuing the babble (I really ought to eat something) - flu shots. Do you give them to your kid? We vaccinate so it's not an issue in that sense, but at his 12 month appointment he's scheduled for 5 shots (4 immunizations, plus one he missed because they didn't have the vaccine), a blood draw, and (if we choose it) the flu shot, which I hear is actually TWO shots at this age. We're divvying up the shots (I've done the research on immunization and autism and feel comfortable going ahead, but loading the kid feels wrong) but that's still a lot of crap in his system. He's not in pre-school, has very few (okay, no) friends... getting him innoculated seems excessive. That said, who wants to fuck with the flu?
Okay, it's time to eat. I'm starting to get chatty (I was about to go into how much I'm enjoying the teen dramedy "Skins" on BBC America). Here I come, salad greens! Time to feign healthiness!