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Finished The Empty Chair by Jeffery Deaver yesterday, and wrote my first Dooyoo review in a while on it. The first few chapters didn’t grab me much, but it’s a grower. Well worth it in the end, and I’ll be looking out for more of Deaver in the future.
B has discovered that his hands make great suck toys.
Now that he is starting to reach for things, he is gaining more control of his arms and hands, and he can now reliably get his hands to his mouth. This pleases him. He tries to get his whole little fist into his mouth. He can’t, though, and because a bunched up tiny fist doesn’t seal up his mouth the way a good noo-noo does, he leaks drool all over his hand, sleeve, front pouch, and anything else within reach.
It does mean that when he is feeling unhappy and wants to gum on something, he has his hand to hand, rather than crying for us to soothe him with a noo-noo. This morning, after feeding him, he didn’t quite fall straight back to sleep again. But he was content to just lie in his cot and suck and slobber on his tiny little fingers, and stare at the soft toys until he dozed off.
NetFlix. Now when will we get something like this in Britain?
We’re up in Murthly this weekend. And by the miracles of modern technology, I can update this blog from my mum’s PC, with no need for messy FTP uploading, or having to create or edit HTML pages directly. I like this. If I have the time or inclination, I might try to make the interface for editing this text a bit friendlier, so that we don’t have to type in the html formatting codes as well–sort of like Manila and Blogger. That would be nice.
There was supposed to be a residents’ Bar-B-Q here at Druids Park this afternoon, with a game of rounders going on as well, but it’s raining, and the events have been put off till tomorrow. Unfortunately, we’ve got plans back in Edinburgh for tomorrow, so it looks like we’ll miss it.
It’s fun to have B visiting up here, though, even if he did snort & grunt & keep Abi awake all night long last night…
Yesterday evening we left B with my mum & dad while we went in to Perth to see Shrek–what a fantastic film! Definitely one for us to get on DVD as soon as it comes out.
He’s been inching and unching for a long time now, but within the last day, B has finally gained his mobility.
Yesterday evening, we placed him on the changing mat on our living room floor, on his back. Within seconds he was pulling his knees up to his chest, and then pounding them back down at the floor. It was like watching a spring being compressed and released. It took him a few more moments to figure out how to gain purchase on the surface with his feet, but as soon as he had that, he was off!
He pushed himself back a full body’s length, but unevenly, so that he had also turned himself 90 degrees to his left. Over the space of the next five minutes, he continued around this circle, eventually ending up with his head where his feet had been, and this time pointing to his right. (See diagrams below.)
___ ___ \_|_ ___
|_o_| | |/ | | |
| O | | | | |
|/^\| | | | |
|___| |___| |___|_|_/
| \
(1) (2) (3)
And then this evening, I put him down on his front, and he pushed himself forward about twenty centimeters.
With just his legs. His legs are amazingly strong.
Because he found it harder to gain purchase with his feet, he was using his knees for propulsion, rubbing them red in the process. He’s obviously got some way to go here before he can move freely on his front. When he feels like it, he can use his arms to raise his upper body enough that his face is pointing straight forward, and his tummy is almost off the floor. This proto-crawling behaviour would be easier if he raised his upper body while pushing off with his legs, but he hasn’t figured that one out yet.
And he may forget how to do all of this. He was turning himself over from his front to his back at only six weeks, but then he forgot how to do that for a while.
One thing is certain: insofar as we’ve had an easy life with him so far, this is now over. We can no longer put him down, go away for a moment, and expect him to be in the same place when we come back. We never turn his back on him while he’s on his changing table, but now we’ll have to be doubly careful.
On the other hand, this is yet another fantastic step to watch him take. Babies are truly amazing!
(For the record, B is twelve weeks old today.)
Added a new feature to the sunpig weblogs: we can now edit the sidebars (the chunks of stuff on the left of this page) in the same simple way as we can edit these diary entries.
This may mean that I’ll keep my favourites relatively up-to-date, but probably not…
Still need to get the photos from Susan’s visit uploaded!
That’s how long B slept for last night, from just before 23:00 until just before 06:00.
He started sleeping for longer periods at night a few weeks ago, just before Susan came over on holiday. At first it was a five hour stretch once, then the five hour stretches happened more regularly. While Susan was here, he started doing six hour stretches (which were just so luxurious!)
These last few days we’d noticed that he was starting to get very sleepy around mid-evening. He’d fall asleep quite soundly for well over an hour, and only wake up when we roused him to feed. So we figured that we’d start to put him to be a little bit earlier and see if he still slept all the way through…. The experiment was successful last night–we’ll see soon enough if it’s repeatable.
He’s also turning into a cheerful wee chap, except when he’s hungry or tired or in pain. The colic seemed to reduce significantly at the same time we started using Infacol as a remedy, but at nearly three months he should be growing out of that stage anyway. So maybe it was a coincidence, maybe not. Either way, he’s happy, and he’s cute as a button.