Emma is starting to reach out and touch things. She put her finger up my nose yesterday and I pulled her hand away gently and found myself saying "No no no. Mumma picks her own nose".
Yes, well...ahem. Sometimes I think it's a very good thing that there isn't a permanent camera watching new parents.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Watching the world through Emma's eyes (Anna)
Emma was lovely today. The day began with a long conversation with my daughter in baby language. She has lots of coos and gurgles and all sorts of things going on, with more every day. She's very animated. I love talking to her.
We read books, and played, and giggled, and danced around the living room. She was in a great mood. And she spent a miraculous 45 minutes examining her hands and reaching out to a rattling elephant. She worked out that her hand was attached to her (or at least that she had some kind of control over it) and even figured out that she could make the elephant swing by tapping it. It was amazing to watch her figure it all out. Reaching is a very new thing for her; it didn't seem to occur to her before.
I wanted to use her stroller to cart books down the car for donation to charity (part of our moving efforts - oh, the pain!) She wasn't in it at the time, and amicably agreed to my borrowing her property (I waited until she was distracted with the mirror baby, but still it was very kind of her).
At a boring meeting with our mortgage broker (no offence to him - but there wasn't a lot to keep a baby entertained), she sat quietly on our laps and watched him, occasionally offering her opinion in babble language. "She's so well-behaved," our mortgage broker told us. She looked at him with her big blue eyes as if this was extremely intriuging.
She slept for a small time during a walk along the sea wall, but then woke up. No crying, no tears, no histrionics - she just sat angelically in her stroller taking everything in, smiling regally at everyone who wanted to comment on her cuteness. 'Look at her, just sitting there, looking at the world," someone commented.
Then, the same in the video store. I was just waiting for the tears, but they didn't come. She gazed at all the DVDs and looked curiously at the people. And she waited patiently with me in the long Saturday-night queue. Not a peep. I put her in front of the fan and she looked at it inquisitively as the air ruffled her hair, and adopted an "Oh-that's-a-new-sensation-I-wonder-if-I-like-it" look...and smiled. No tears all the way home. And then home again for another play time, cuddle time while she reacquainted herself with her toys and our apartment, which apparently are fascinating when you're 12 weeks old and have been out for a few minutes.
It was only when I pushed our luck and tried to take her along on a trip downstairs to the recycling bins that she protested. Fair enough. Enough's enough.
She's now sleeping a deep, milk drunk, conked out kind of sleep. We love watching the world through her eyes. It is infinitely fascinating.
We read books, and played, and giggled, and danced around the living room. She was in a great mood. And she spent a miraculous 45 minutes examining her hands and reaching out to a rattling elephant. She worked out that her hand was attached to her (or at least that she had some kind of control over it) and even figured out that she could make the elephant swing by tapping it. It was amazing to watch her figure it all out. Reaching is a very new thing for her; it didn't seem to occur to her before.
I wanted to use her stroller to cart books down the car for donation to charity (part of our moving efforts - oh, the pain!) She wasn't in it at the time, and amicably agreed to my borrowing her property (I waited until she was distracted with the mirror baby, but still it was very kind of her).
At a boring meeting with our mortgage broker (no offence to him - but there wasn't a lot to keep a baby entertained), she sat quietly on our laps and watched him, occasionally offering her opinion in babble language. "She's so well-behaved," our mortgage broker told us. She looked at him with her big blue eyes as if this was extremely intriuging.
She slept for a small time during a walk along the sea wall, but then woke up. No crying, no tears, no histrionics - she just sat angelically in her stroller taking everything in, smiling regally at everyone who wanted to comment on her cuteness. 'Look at her, just sitting there, looking at the world," someone commented.
Then, the same in the video store. I was just waiting for the tears, but they didn't come. She gazed at all the DVDs and looked curiously at the people. And she waited patiently with me in the long Saturday-night queue. Not a peep. I put her in front of the fan and she looked at it inquisitively as the air ruffled her hair, and adopted an "Oh-that's-a-new-sensation-I-wonder-if-I-like-it" look...and smiled. No tears all the way home. And then home again for another play time, cuddle time while she reacquainted herself with her toys and our apartment, which apparently are fascinating when you're 12 weeks old and have been out for a few minutes.
It was only when I pushed our luck and tried to take her along on a trip downstairs to the recycling bins that she protested. Fair enough. Enough's enough.
She's now sleeping a deep, milk drunk, conked out kind of sleep. We love watching the world through her eyes. It is infinitely fascinating.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Random thoughts (Anna)
Random thoughts:
1) We have posted fifty posts!
2) Some friends bought Emma a squeaking "Sophie giraffe" (you know who you are). Before I continue, I will say that we all love Sophie the Giraffe and appreciate her presence in our home. However. We can guarantee that the minute that Emmy has gone to sleep, one of us will stand or sit on poor Sophie and she will let out a high-pitched squeak which wakes Emmy up every time. Tonight, I carefully removed Sophie from Emma's co-sleeper/bassinet before putting her down to sleep. I then lay down beside E while she dozed off. And THEN I ROLLED ONTO SOPHIE, WHO WAS IN EXACTLY THE LOCATION I MYSELF HAD JUST PUT HER. So Emmy is wide awake again, currently sitting on my lap while I type *sigh* So, thanks a bunch, L & N ;)
3) Emma has an uncanny knack of crying as soon as C and I are about to eat. Whether we are at home or in a restaurant, she can be playing happily or even asleep, but THE MINUTE the food is ready, she demands cuddles. So we do a lot of tag-team eating around here. And we eat a lot of cold meals. How is it possible for such a little human being to dictate so much of what goes on?
4) This might be too much information so skip this if you are skittish about bodily fluids...
Sometimes, it is possible to be too efficient for your own good. I just got up to change Emma's nappy after audio cues that she might need one. Sure enough, big poo. Major clean up. Clean nappy. Happy baby. Back to computer. More audio cues. More poo.Back to change table.
1) We have posted fifty posts!
2) Some friends bought Emma a squeaking "Sophie giraffe" (you know who you are). Before I continue, I will say that we all love Sophie the Giraffe and appreciate her presence in our home. However. We can guarantee that the minute that Emmy has gone to sleep, one of us will stand or sit on poor Sophie and she will let out a high-pitched squeak which wakes Emmy up every time. Tonight, I carefully removed Sophie from Emma's co-sleeper/bassinet before putting her down to sleep. I then lay down beside E while she dozed off. And THEN I ROLLED ONTO SOPHIE, WHO WAS IN EXACTLY THE LOCATION I MYSELF HAD JUST PUT HER. So Emmy is wide awake again, currently sitting on my lap while I type *sigh* So, thanks a bunch, L & N ;)
3) Emma has an uncanny knack of crying as soon as C and I are about to eat. Whether we are at home or in a restaurant, she can be playing happily or even asleep, but THE MINUTE the food is ready, she demands cuddles. So we do a lot of tag-team eating around here. And we eat a lot of cold meals. How is it possible for such a little human being to dictate so much of what goes on?
4) This might be too much information so skip this if you are skittish about bodily fluids...
Sometimes, it is possible to be too efficient for your own good. I just got up to change Emma's nappy after audio cues that she might need one. Sure enough, big poo. Major clean up. Clean nappy. Happy baby. Back to computer. More audio cues. More poo.Back to change table.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Summer in Vancouver (Caroline and Anna)
It's been hot in Vancouver!
We've been taking Emma to a few parks recently. We've discovered that she loves to lie on her back kicking her legs and talking to the trees. Here are some pictures of her in Deep Cove from last weekend. We used to take books and curl up under a tree and read. Now we just put Emmy between us and watch her instead. It's good entertainment for a couple of silly, doting mums! Ocassionally we nod off and get a few minutes of blissful snoozing as well. A good time is had by all.
And tonight, our apartment was really hot, so we got the baby bath out (as yet unused, since we usally put her in the bath with us) and set it up in the middle of the living room. She was very curious about the water and its ripples, and then happily lay on a towel naked and kicked and kicked. A water baby after our own hearts.
We've been taking Emma to a few parks recently. We've discovered that she loves to lie on her back kicking her legs and talking to the trees. Here are some pictures of her in Deep Cove from last weekend. We used to take books and curl up under a tree and read. Now we just put Emmy between us and watch her instead. It's good entertainment for a couple of silly, doting mums! Ocassionally we nod off and get a few minutes of blissful snoozing as well. A good time is had by all.
And tonight, our apartment was really hot, so we got the baby bath out (as yet unused, since we usally put her in the bath with us) and set it up in the middle of the living room. She was very curious about the water and its ripples, and then happily lay on a towel naked and kicked and kicked. A water baby after our own hearts.
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