11 Months

Where's Stella?


There she is!

Stella is 11 months old today. In a month she'll be one. Wow.


Stella with her first balloon. Unbelievably, she hasn't popped it yet!

Happy Sunday!

A Day in the Life of an 11 Month Old

As you can see, it's a pretty rough life being a baby:


Fresh, homemade food put in front of me three times a day, kicking back to eat at my leisure...

Stella's just a little over a month away from her first birthday. It's amazing to think of how much she's changed in that time. We're even starting to have more communication with her. When we say "water" she looks at her sippy cup; she can even make a baby sign to ask for water when she wants it. And she's learned the name of at least one of her many toys and stuffed animals:


Monkey!

After breakfast, we typically set her down in the living room while we clean up the aftermath of the meal, and Stella typically pulls out and flips through many of her books. This always makes me smile, but it's been hard to get a picture of it. Whenever she sees me with the camera, she comes crawling.


Morning book time!

And we're coming up to our first Halloween. Stella had her very first costume party today. We were thinking at first that she'd be a monkey (one of her first nicknames was "Tummy Monkey", hence the stuffed monkey seen above!), but then our friends who travelled around the world showed up with a panda head hat from China and it was clear what she would be this year.


Baby Panda!

Of course, the downside of basing her costume around a hat is that she's pretty intent on pulling it off as soon as it's on her head. (Same with socks and shoes.) So mostly she looks like a baby in black and white. Maybe a penguin. Maybe a skunk. Maybe just a lame parent without a good costume idea. Until we pull the hat out and put it on her head--briefly--again. Oh well!

Mom and Babe Friday Adventure

Adventure time!

I generally treasure my Fridays home with Stella, but today has been an especially good one. Stella woke up from her morning nap in really good spirits, smiling, laughing, playing with her toys and generally being a lot of fun to be around.


Playing with Monkey. Before that, she was playing peekaboo with her burp cloth.


Coming to investigate the camera

After a quick lunch, we headed downtown to meet a friend from our midwifery clinic at the Aquarium. Tyler and I have been meaning to take Stella there for months, and it was a lot of fun. She especially loved the shore birds, the seals and the sea otters.


In front of the "Window on Washington Waters" which was pretty cool

Besides this fun day, we've managed to capture a couple other good moments on video. We can still occasionally find something that makes Stella laugh hysterically, over and over again. This particular time, it had to do with my realization that my socks and her shirt were closely coordinated. Two days ago, it was fake sneezing. You never know, and you kind of have to take advantage of it, because it always stops being funny. (This also usually happens in the evening when Stella tends to get a little manic when she's getting ready for bedtime.....)


Hilarity!

She's also started giving "kisses"....


Kissing Daddy

Before this, Stella was trying to kiss Tyler's cheek/chin (which she does to me), but his beard kept confusing her....

Cruising with my Crew

It seems like--all the sudden--we have a cruiser:



It's amazing to think of how much Stella has grown in the past 10 months. She's a smiley, social, inquisitive, observant baby who loves animals and music. She's got an independent spirit and can be a little stubborn, but I certainly can't fault her for those qualities. Her little joyous baby spirit is infectious, and I'm still anxious to hear what's going on in that little head of hers.

I've been meaning to post for awhile. Somehow, life has felt really busy. I was sick, Stella got sick, I had my first trip away, I got a promotion at work (I'm now Vice President of Evaluation), our office moved to a new building where I have an office with a window and an amazing view (I just need to remember to take my camera to work) and we're navigating the schedule of a baby who needs to take two naps a day, at a certain time, in her crib, and eat food three times a day. It's not easy to just pack up and run errands, meet friends, or do things outside of the house. Suddenly, life feels like it's all about Stella's eating and sleeping again.

Unfortunately, we've misplaced the cord from our camera to download pictures, so the video will have to do for tonight! More (hopefully) soon....

"Git-ee"

As I type this, Stella is sleeping upstairs, Sarah is flying back home from a business trip in Minneapolis, and I've managed to keep Stella alive and happy for two days by myself. (Well, not counting our Nanny, Tirza's, help four hours each day.) Together, Stella and I even managed to run some errands together and go out to Alki to hang out on the beach. To some people that would be "no big deal," but to me it was no small accomplishment. Heck, five years ago, I would have considered keeping myself alive and happy for two days a feat. So, yay me!

I didn't think to take any pictures of us these last two days, but I'll post this one instead... just because it was so nice to have her fall asleep in my arms the other day. Which she rarely does any more. (Ignore my bed-head.)

Actually, everything went surprisingly smoothly. For the most part, it felt like any ordinary day. But, I think that Stella and I both missed Sarah when it came time for Stella's bedtime routine. If nothing else, I know that Stella missed Sarah's superior singing voice on "Little Stella."* But, seriously, while I felt good about how I managed these last two days, I think Sarah being gone reinforced two things: 1) How much I miss Sarah, and how lopsided I feel when she's gone. 2) I have nothing but the utmost respect for single parents who raise a child every day without the aid of a significant other. My hat is off.

While I will admit that I'm fishing for a "good job" and a pat on the back, just typing this reminds me of a conversation I had with several mothers on a comic book message board (you'd be surprised how many mom's post on comic message boards, and how rarely comics actually get discussed on some of them). Basically, the mom's in question were observing that their spouses frequently get praise for doing little things that the mom's did on a daily basis. For example, if the wife were to take the baby to the park, it would be met with a shrug. But, if the husband took the same baby to the same park, he'd have people commenting on "what an amazing dad he is!" Honestly, as a more-or-less stay-at-home dad, I can testify that this is true. So, it is worth mentioning that even though last night was my first night watching Stella without Sarah. Sarah's already watched Stella for three or four nights without me.

Sarah = Amazing mom!

Love them both!

That said, I thought I'd mention a situation that happened to me a couple weeks ago: Stella and I were at a Safeway, and since she is a quite capable sitter, I'd decided to try letting her sit in the shopping cart. This was a massive success with Stella, and just watching her beam as I pushed her around the store made my day. Then a middle-aged woman approached me...

"Oh, what a cute baby girl!" She said.
"Thanks!" I replied.
"Where's mommy?" She asked, looking around.
"Mommy's at work."
"Does mommy know she's sitting in there?" She asked, pointing at the shopping cart.
"No. I used some disinfectant wipes on it before I put her in though." I responded, a little confused.
"OK, I just worry about stuff like that." The woman said, wandering off.

As the woman disappeared down an aisle, I quickly because really angry. Thinking back over the conversation, I realized that the woman was basically implying that I'm the stupid Homer Simpson-esque father who didn't know better than to let his daughter ride in a shopping cart. And that, furthermore, she was basically saying that if Sarah knew what I was doing, I'd be in "big trouble." Even typing this now, I get angry thinking about it. So, if nothing else, the weird daddy double-standard cuts both ways. There a thin line between the Amazing Father™ and the Ignorant Father™. And, much like praising a small child on a successful trip to the bathroom, there's something a little patronizing in all those "good job, dad!" comments.

And, for the record, I still let Stella ride in the shopping cart.

Moving on to less grouchy things...

So, what have we been up to? Well, Sarah's brother and sister-in-law came to visit for a long weekend, a couple weeks ago. They'd both come to visit us about a month or two after Stella was born, but it was good that they got to spend more time with her.

Sarah, Stella, Tim and Jeanne at Kerry Park, where you can get the "Fraiser View": the Space Needle with the Seattle skyline behind it.

Also, last weekend, we drove down to Lakewood to see some of my family, including one of Stella's great-grandmas. Unfortunately, even though my Grandma and Aunt only live about an hour south of us, this was also only the third time they'd seen Stella, and the first time my cousin had met her.

The odd lighting in this photo is a result of the flash off my dad's camera (aka: the baby paparazzi). I actually sort of like how it turned out.

Luckily, with the Holiday Season approaching, it looks like we'll have a lot of opportunities for Stella to hang out with both sides of her family. Which is great, since it seems like something new is happening with Stella every day!

Speaking of which, what's happening with Stella these days? Well, for one, she's a crawling machine. And, has mastered the art of pulling herself up on stuff. In fact, she's so good that, one afternoon while unloading the dishwasher, I turned around for a second... only to turn back and find Stella standing on the open dishwasher door. She's ninja-quick like that!

Also, she's getting a third tooth in (maybe two, its hard to tell). This one is on the top of her mouth and seems to be bothering her a bit more than the lower two did. It also makes her bite a little more painful for us too!

Another sign that our little girl is "all grown up" is that she's graduated to her big girl car seat! Look at how proud she is!

Just look at that fancy cow print!

Also, she's fascinated by airplanes. As those of you who have been to our house know, we get a lot of air traffic overhead. And, recently, if Stella is outside, and a plane flies over, she cranes her head up and follows it as it flies by. So, airplanes are apparently interesting.

Finally, and most impressively, her unending stream of babble is starting to seem more and more like actual words. In fact, we are pretty certain that she knows that "Mama" is Sarah. And, while "Dada" still seems to be pretty much everything else, I'm hoping she figures that one out soon. Also, she knows how to say "kitty." Or, rather, "Git-ee." Whenever she sees one of the cats, she lets out an excited "git-ee!" And, even today while taking her for a walk around the neighborhood, she suddenly exclaimed "git-ee" and -sure enough- she was looking at a cat crouched in a nearby driveway. Craziness!

Now, if she can just get that "Dada" thing straightened out.

Git-ee!



* Also, we've added another verse to "Little Stella":

Little Stella, you're so keen,
You're the Queen of the baby scene!
Little Stella, we're awfully fond of you.

Encore!

Stella's latest obsession:



Soon we're off to the wading pool where we're meeting up with some of the fellow November/December babies from our midwife clinic!

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Stella asleep in her crib with Ribbit and her Soothie

Sleep. It's the subject of many books, experts, parents' conversations, parenting blogs, what have you. Everyone tells you to get sleep while you're pregnant (despite the fact that turning over after 8 months involves serious effort and no position is really comfortable). And even though you know that babies need to eat every few hours and that you'll be sleep deprived, you don't really understand the meaning of tired until a few weeks in.

For some, that seems to be all it takes. Some babies start sleeping for good stretches at convenient times (i.e., when their parents want to sleep) early on. Stella's not one of those babies. It's easy when hearing about someone else's baby's blissful sleep patterns to feel that it reflects badly on either you or your baby. But some of it may be expectations. When talking to my aunt who was watching her young grandson how he was sleeing, she said pretty well, for a six or seven hour stretch. I'm still holding out for double digits.


Stella can apparently sleep in horribly uncomfortable looking positions, but not for many hours in a row

I think part of the challenge is that Tyler and I have felt ambivalent about the whole sleep training thing. There are times we get really tired and end of doing a vague job of it, but we quickly realize that's not working for anyone. In late July, we made a decision to deal with the sleep issue in September. We had too many schedule-disrupting things going on (weddings, camping, trips to Illinois) to try and create any kind of strict routine.

Here we are, nearing the end of August, our schedule looking relatively home-based for the foreseeable future. And we've been tired. Now that Stella's teething, she's started waking up more, usually unhappy, and sometimes for longer since her mouth is bothering her. And now that she can pull up, she seems to feel compelled to sit up and stand as soon as she's even moderately awake. In this sleepy state, she's also increasingly likely to wack her head on the crib rail or otherwise hurt herself. And wihle I'm perfectly OK with letting her fuss when she's frustrated, it doesn't feel right to ignore her when she's hurt.

The bottom line is that Tyler and I have mixed feelings about where Stella should sleep. For now, she goes to bed in her crib but inevitably wakes up wanting to eat more. And I think she often likes being in bed with us. can understand that. It's probably colder and lonelier in her crib than being with her two favorite people. It's a very American culture thing to have children sleep independently quite young--and there are some risks to bed sharing if you don't do it right. But there are other cultures and ways of thinking that say a family bed is the way to go. And, anecdotally from my doctor and my own circle of parent friends, it seems that breastfed babies are more likely to want to keep eating a little more frequently than their bottlefed counterparts. It's harder to know how much they've eaten or to try and get them to eat more to help them sleep longer when you don't have a set number of ounces to count down.


Probably Stella's preferred way to sleep

Then again, Stella's nine-months old and I'm still more sleep-deprived than I'd like. It effects my ability to function well at home, at work, with friends, with Tyler and with Stella. Which is not really OK. Now that I'm back at work, I can't nap with her and it's harder to catch up with everything else we need to do on the weekends. I'd be OK with a one time a night wake up to have her come to bed, eat and then sleep. But I think having me close sometimes may remind her that she could eat since I'm right there.

So we may try and do some Ferberizing, or we may not. Last night, Stella woke up twice, which felt downright reasonable compared to the previous night when she woke up multiple times and stayed up for nearly an hour at one stretch. I think we keep hoping that it's something she'll grow into, like sleeping alone in her bassinet or eating solid foods. But it remains to be seen if we can sanely wait it out.