Not much to say this week. Little mischief, thanks to the fever.
Oh, wait, I lied! Not too many stories, but the two stories are big ones, for me, anyways!
Amor Chiquito just learned/got tall enough to get on the dining chairs independently. Once she is on the chair, it’s easy to get on the table. Once she’s on the table, it’s easy to stand on the table! So, that’s the new thing. I leave her alone for 30 seconds and when I go back to the living room, she is sitting on the table! She does not understand that it is dangerous yet. When will she get that? I have no clue!
Her other new hobby: unplugging and plugging back in the TV. I have also found her trying to remove the outlet covers.
Parenting as a nearly blind woman is interesting. I have to be after her constantly. If we are on opposite sides of a room and she starts checking out outlets, for example, I won’t notice. It makes it hard to get anything done around the house because this kid never stops! I wish she could transfer one-fifth of her energy to me!
Life is interesting with her! That being said, I wouldn’t change a thing! In fact, I am officially losing my mind: I have started thinking about #2!
New words: baba (bottle), chee (cheek)
Amor Chiquito loves pointing at body parts and saying what they are called or having you tell her what they are called if she does not know the word yet.
Amor Chiquito has been fever-free all day! She still complains about her leg, though.
Sleep woes are back. Yesterday, Amor Chiquito did not nap all day. Today, we tried four times before she finally went down for a nap. She went down at 2:00 and usually she goes down between 12 and 12:30. What did it? Bubbles, of course! She would fall asleep on us, would stay down for a few minutes, then she would get up, cry, jump, call my mother and I, you name it… It was hard. I was really upset about it. It felt like we had taken 20 steps backwards. I hope that it gets better soon.
On the up-side, she went down easily tonight and last night was much better than every other night this week. The bad thing: she was ready to rock and roll at 6am! We were not! I’m not a morning person. Well, I guess I am now!