Monthly Archives: May 2009

7 Months

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Ellie is 7 months old today, but I’m sure I won’t get around to finishing this for another few days.

5/12/09

5/12/09

Yep, today’s the 12th. Ellie is quite the little person now. She likes to try walking (obviously with a lot of help from us), also tries crawling, although she’s moves mostly in an inch-worm manner and sits mostly without ever falling. She grabs and moves things around from hand to hand (to mouth to hand) and seems way too grown up for our tastes. It’s amazing to remember how she started out such a helpless little (beautiful) blob.

Easter morning

Easter morning

She has started to prefer the company of Jesse and I, and when there are new people around, she wants us in the room with her. She still loves to smile at everybody, including her great-grandparents, which just makes my heart melt. She reaches her arms up to be picked up and grabs on when she gets up.

5/12/09

5/12/09

She is still disgusted by almost everything I offer to feed her (carrots, yams, oatmeal, apples) and has only yet eaten a few bites of bananas and yogurt. It’s a new experience for me to cook something for someone I love and have them so totally reject it. I’ve wasted many an ice cube of food on her so far. Well, not wasted, exactly, as I have no problem eating a few spoonfulls of pureed carrots. I tried the applesauce today and she stuck out her tongue, going *gack* *cough* *gag*, and looking up at me sorrowfully Like I was trying to kill her. What kid doesn’t like applesauce?

Cereal and chicken pox on forehead

Cereal and chicken pox on forehead

She’s still slim and petite and I’m doing my darndest not to worry about it. I know, all babies grow differently, etc., but I still wish she’d fatten up a bit. She still spits up and expends loads of energy as she wiggles and worms her way back and forth across the living room, so I’m betting she’s going to simply do things her own way.

4/26/09  She wants Jesse's coffee

4/26/09 She wants Jesse's coffee

She got the chicken pox a few weeks ago, and is still dotted with scabs. She was only a little bit cranky through it, and didn’t scratch as long as she had pants on. I suppose that one vaccine we won’t need to get.

5/02/09 Chicken pockled

5/02/09 Chicken pockled

Her smile is just as infectious as before, only now it’s often accompanied by a cute, breathy snort as she wrinkles up her nose. She flaps her arms up and down with excitement, especially in the bath. She says dadada, yayaya, gagaga and mamama, too, but only when she’s tired. Mostly she says, “aaaahhhmmmmmmeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhh!” in a variety of pitches.

4/29/09

4/29/09

I was just looking down at her sleeping in my arms and was awed by her beauty. In sleep, she still has the same features that caught our breath when she was first born. Almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect little bow of a mouth. And I know very shortly she’ll wake up and have the huge smiles laughing eyes of her 7 month old face. She has silken threads of soft, honey hair and it is slowly getting longer, to the point that I can see she does appear to have my high forehead.

4/28/09

4/28/09

I know every parent thinks their child is the most beautiful creature, but…I can’t help it, she is! Right?

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The Pox

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The pox is upon our household. Chicken, not small. Ellie is cranky, itchy and decorated with gruesome, scabby, oozy spots. I didn’t know chicken pox was so…gross. Jesse joked this morning that maybe she isn’t as cute as we think and her beauty is in the eye of us beholding her, for she is still cute even though oozy and spotted.

5/2/09

5/2/09

This was entirely unexpected. I guess it shouldn’t have been because she is a kid and they will tend to pick up any virus within 100 feet of them. Why her, though, and when and from whom? Info I’ve read says the spots show up 11 – 17 days after exposure, so it could’ve been any of about a million people.

Here’s the other problem with the unexpectedness: I have spent time with other friends and their babies during her 48 hour contagious-but-with-no-spots period. So now it’s our fault if they come down with it.

Anyway, that’s the news from Berkeley, where all the men are busy writing papers, the women are tired and the babies are itchy.