Dinner distracter

 

 

 

Non-pumas also roar

 

Not how to play the maraca

 

Neighborhood watch deputy

 

 

Whacking the window scares away the evil-doers.

11 months and a day

So hey, Kieran had a 9-month check-up. We were a little late. Second child effect. It wasn't this week. It was like 2 weeks ago. So, to recap: 7 weeks late on the appointment. 2 weeks late on the report. And the report isn't even that long. He's healthy. 29 ¾" long (75th percentile), 21 lbs 6.4 oz (an excessively precise weight that yields an oddly round 50th percentile), and 46.7 cm around the head (75th percentile). All percentiles are comparisons against 10½-month old babies; if we'd compared him against 9-month olds, he would have looked more impressive. Maybe we'll do that at his 1-year appointment in the fall.

What else? Eating is less novel now, so we have to give him a steady stream of toys. Mostly we give him oddly shaped spoons and such from the kitchen. He's not nearly as interested in whisks as Uma was. Our labs are working around the clock to develop new finger foods. He's a lot more cooperative when he's feeding himself. And yes, cooperative is the right word; you should see him when he's not cooperating with himself.

One thing where he cooperates both with us and with himself. He's learned over the last couple of months that when we're changing his clothes, to move toys from one hand to the other so we can do his sleeves without taking it away.

Sleep is sliding off the rails again. Two wakings most nights. Naps are pretty good, though. We need to get him back to his 6:15pm bed time. It's slipped a half hour. That may not sound like much, but it can make a big difference. Of course, it could easily be something else, too. Just when you think you have them figured out, they change.

He's starting to understand that there are some places we don't want him to go. When we do a bad job of blocking them off, and he gets there anyway, and he sees us coming... he starts crawling faster.

Checking that the coast is clear before making his getaway

 

All he needs to be happy

 

Baby tip: tickling makes them laugh

 

Surprisingly surprised

 

It was his idea to climb the stairs.

Happy fangs

 

 

 

Through the looking glass

 

He still likes it in there

 

 

 

Surprised me too.

Standing prop

 

 

Another bath!

 

 

Bath interference

 

 

Bath fisher

 

 

Nothing tastes as good as gold

 

Grass

 

 

Stair master

 

 

 

 

 

Ooooh... shiny. Yummy.

 

He likes banging the grate

 

 

Food in sight. Fangs deployed.

 

How to eat toast

Put it in your mouth, noisily suck off all the butter, and chew. Then yell for more.

Guess where that paper was going?

 

The drunkard's crawl

 

He poops burnt orange

 

Bonus round

 

 

Sofa stand

 

 

 

 

While Kieran was doing this, Uma was doing this

Mommy and he

 

Affection?

 

Even after 10 ½ months, he's still not clear on the mechanics of nursing.

Spoon fed

 

And you will know us by the trail of drool....

 

Blah blah blah blah

 

 

Shouldn't you be watching where we're going?

 

Good for whacking

 

Clean and neat

 

 

Messy boy

 

 

Flashing his fangs

 

"They go in your mouth."

 

Kieran teaches Margot how to play with blocks.

Rescued

 

Bored baby on board

 

Don't judge a book by its cover

 

The flavor is a much better way to tell.

You think I can fit this ring in there?

 

American choppers

 

A happy smile, sure, but take a closer look at the size of those things:

 

Spoon!

 

He say there for literally 10 minutes just happily sucking away on that spoon.

Window whacker

 

And baby jail takes two

Baby on board

 

Target sighted

 

 

 

Surprisingly, the leaf did not immediately go into his mouth.

Baby in a bin

 

22 month update

"Aaaaaaaah" means "ambulance."

He can say the L in "blue" and "plate" and "black" now. Like Uma before him, he sometimes gets confused about where the L goes, so throws in an extra one or two just to be sure, like in "vlaseline."

Kieran's favorite books: "Go Dog. Go!" "Trucks: Whiz Zoom Rumble," "My Truck is Stuck!"

He sings along to some songs: baa baa black sheep, abc, twinkle twinkle, some music class songs.

Kieran likes to crawl along the floor meowing.

When one of us is in with him and he hears Uma upset, he'll express concern, even occasionally sending us out to check on her.

He is getting quite good at "no," but not in a terrible twos kind of way (yet). He has either a clear, plaintive "noooo..." or a clipped, emphatic "no."

When we leave, Kieran utters a clear, high-pitched "bye." Over and over, until we're gone.

Kieran's been counting one and two for a while. This morning, I gave him a new angle: three. He repeated it. I repeated it. Then he said "four." I repeated it back. He said "five." He got all the way up to ten this way, though he skipped seven and possibly nine. Still, that's close to counting to ten, much earlier than I expected. Well, I don't think he's counting so much as remembering a sequence of words, but it's a start.

Satisfied with his breakfast

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

 

Droolhorn