So it looks like two weeks seems to be the interlude. Hopefully my work will settle down so that I can attend to the fun pastimes. I do get to spend, typically, 4:15p to bedtime with the boy, during the week, so that's been pretty cool. Typically then I head back to work or wrestle with it at home. The actual fun "personal" stuff like writing about Dash or setting up the telescope (since I finished the scope deck over a month ago I set the scope up once (and couldn't get the sucker to align)) doesn't happen too often. C'est la vie.
Anyway, much development in the ensuing fortnight. Last Wednesday, in one of those moments only parents care about, Dash put one of them little balls in the little hole on a toy-designed-to-make-putting-little-balls-in-specially-designed-holes-Interesting toys. Much cheering and wows from the parental units. By Thursday he was an ace. Apparently, there's quite a talent leap between knocking things over and finding symbiotic relationships (it's easier to be a thug (sand castles, gangs, foreign policy)). He can get the big plastic donut on the donut-pyramid mast thingy (we all had one, but don't know what to call it) but that requires a lot more coordination and he's batting about 1/10 versus 3/4.
The walking efforts continue apace (hee-hee). Sunday or Monday he was trying to stand up from seated, unsupported, in the middle of the room. I actually told him, "Take it easy, that's way too complicated a trick. Cheat off the furniture." Good thing his English isn't very good: Wednesday he was getting up from the middle of the room and walking from there. He's still a bit of a cannonball, though. We may have to rename him "Bash."
A breakthrough in the sleeping, and we can't quite figure it out. Perhaps it's a pause between the teething (tooth #8, lower right lateral incisor took forever to come in. We had a ton of false sightings. "Oh, there it is." "No, that's gum." "But it's white." "It's white gum." "But it's sharp." "It's sharp, white GUM." "I could have sworn the tooth was in." "I agree, it must have gone back in."). A couple days after Leigh was losing it about the two hour "put down sessions" and the hour long stroller rides to get him to fall asleep, we decided to try again putting him in the crib and walking away. We tried this in the past and it was pretty ugly. This time, though, he went to sleep after less than twenty minutes of half-hearted crying. He started off really tired, so that maybe helped. Since then he's cried very little and seldom longer than two or three minutes. We can even put him down for a nap when he's awake. It's only been a week, but hopefully this will be a permanent thing.
Dash seems to be a very analytical about some things, especially the less-rational things. Take the "So Big" game. He gets a big smile when you initiate the "How big is Dash?" When you put your hands in the air, he looks at you like you're daft. At the zoo I stuck out my tongue at an eight-month old who promptly echoed it. Dash, though, looked at me like "WHAT are you doing?" He does interactive stuff like share his pacifier when he's lying around, and lately laughs his head off when he sticks his dirty socks in mom's face (she gags and does a big "Pew!" production).
Visiting Grandma and Grandpa Stokes
The next day Dash continued his walking practice in the Stokes' lake house. Not being very baby-proofed (little need) Dash was like a bull in a china shop, a clumsy fragile bull negotiating hard unyielding china. We were about to rename him "Bash." His forehead lost its new moguls soon enough.
Of course, we were all thrilled to be together, but it was also the first weekend of college football season, so you know what Dad and I did a lot of.
Gus joined us to meet his nephew (the Stokes get a new family member every 26 years).
The flight home was tough, every seat filled and our "Lap Child" wriggling for the first two hours out of Chicago.
Since we've been back home Dash has improved his walking. He's learned to apply the retro-rockets so as not to have to crash land every trip. He now can do about two rooms, though he still has a hard wipeout.
As of Thursday of last week he figured out how to wave vigorously and has been doing so at every opportunity. Months ago he waved goodbye to me occasionally, but he seemed confused by it. Now he ENJOYS it.
From the Beginning of October...
Here's some Halloween pix:
November (!) 1, 2006
November 15. Too busy.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I posted some new and old pictures at http://picasaweb.google.com/DashPotato
1/25/07 - A bunch of pictures at: Jan 2007 Gallery
Dash holding my moon globe (Feb 8, 2007):
2/20/07: Sorry that there hasn't been much content other than the occasional picture. I've been unemployed, which is a very busy time, as you know. I've been updating my training manuals and getting ready for much work. Until I complete my manuals, I'm afraid the truly important stuff (Dash musings) get deferred.
Today was a sadly quiet day around the house. Due to long waiting lists, we're enrolling Dash in daycare earlier than we'd like. Sue, his nanny, is interviewing today, so we put Dash in daycare. After working at home for seven weeks in the noise of his babbling (and lately his fussing, as he's learned to throw a very efficient and precise fit (he can have his cheek on the floor a half-second after the slightest disappointment)) and Sue's singing and sing-songing, it was eerily quiet and empty around the house today. Leigh and I couldn't resist checking up on him at lunchtime (he was asleep).
It was one thing putting Dash in daycare when I worked two floors above him (the daycare is in the new CalTrans building). It's another thing leaving the house temporarily to take him away for the day. :-(
Well, Dash won't actually be full-timing until April. We think the socialization outweighs the many disadvantages of daycare vs. our high-energy, high-love nanny. But the house doesn't seem as happy with the boy not in it.
Hope you are all well (whoever you are).
3/3/7: A bit of chaos.