Vashti loves having her bath, but normally isn’t keen at all with getting out of the bah and having a good toweling down. Today she even gave us a few smiles after getting out of the bath.
We’re harvesting the crop which someone else planted. We’ve had potatoes and rhubarb which were growing when we bought the house.
Who invents these terms? Certainly not men. Well the babies don’t care, at least not this one. She loves being on her tummy for a short period while she exercises those crawling muscles.
Today we went to a party with the NCT but unfortunately my computer ate the pictures. It was quite fun lining all the babies up on the couch and watching them slouching into each other. Even rammed up next to other infants, none of the babies really acknowledged the (very) close proximity of their peers.
So what has the girl learnt in the this week? Well, she’s now getting quite good at sucking her thumb. There are so many small things that seem to change each day but it’s quite subtle. She seems pretty happy in her skin and is a generally chilled out little girl; she’s also quite intense – her head snaps from side to side as she stares at things, she frantically munches at her hands, and when she stares at you, it is with saucer-like, piercing eyes. V is a real little character with a range of facial expressions and habits.
It seems no time at all now, but last weekend we had a visit from the grandparents, and received a lovely wooden rocking horse, which I’m sure she will love when she gets a bit older.
That’s a smile.
She even got her first cross country walk.
The girl continues to grow, as expected. It’s fun to see new things every day. At the moment, the principle area of exploration is with the throat as new noises are being rapidly discovered. She’s laughed a couple of times, and is smiling more and more all the time. She’s now very proficient at sucking her hand, and if anyone’s looking for a masterclass in how to sleep through the night, our little friend is starting to become an expert. I have still to work out whether this is because she and I are in a separate bedroom and my proven abilities to sleep through earthquakes and fire alarms is a factor.
I had some quality time alone with her last night and took some snaps while K went to the bar to do some preparation work for a pitch at Warwick Arts Centre tomorrow. V was feeling left out so she and I popped over to join K for a pint and something to eat (yes, both of us).
V is continuing to put on weight like a watermelon. The fruit of the incredible work her brain is doing in joining the neurons is the ability to put her hand in her mouth and suck like it’s going out of fashion. Just in time, because the dummy (which we only used for a short time), though stunningly effective in subduing crying fits, was interrupting normal feeding patterns. Unfortunately her brain is unable tell the difference between a little finger, a dummy or a nipple, and she started to develop the notion that milk would flow without any effort on her part.
The other momentous event was a full night of sleep last night, 6.5 hours. I knew something was up when I woke up to sunlight and not the pregnant darkness of 3am. I’m sure I’ll be cursing myself for writing this in a weeks time after she has reverted to her more rigorous schedule.
It’s hard to enumerate the number of changes that have taken place in the last week since I last posted, there is a new discovery every day, such as the increased palette of noises, squawks, squeaks and squeals. Then there’s the muscle tone on her neck which has let her hold it up for long stretches. She’s just beginning to try and grab things. But with this new awareness, it is still surprising what she misses. I held her opposite another baby, inches away for several minutes and the two infants completely ignored each other. In fact, they are happy to stare at an adult, but other babies don’t seem to exist to them.
This uncommunicative baby session was at the my first big NCT event (the friends made at the parenting class), the barbecue held at the South-African/Swedish household of some other parents.