Just Like Her Mother
Monday, January 25, 2008
Plumber's view! Plumber's view! Sometimes it is really nice to feel the breeze. Here's another good way:
Who doesn't wear their pants on their head on occasion? Jimmy says I am never allowed to dress Sasha again....Why can't he understand how fashion forward we are?
Sasha at Seven Months
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I can't believe the number of complaints I have gotten over the past two weeks about not updating my blog. Caroline has been the only one who sympathized with how busy I am raising my daughter to become a productive member of society. Did you all just throw up in your mouths a little? So the truth is, as everyone knows, Sasha runs the show. Yeah, she still has a personlilty the size of a Boeing 747 navigated by a drunk pilot.
Sasha is the squiggliest kid ever. And, I am her favorite playground. She uses my hair to pull herself up and then claws at my chest because apparently it is a climbing wall. Our daughter then likes to somersault over my shoulder and kick at me should I try to catch her. I go to bed extremely bruised. Are there shelters for battered mommies??? Thank god she still can't crawl yet. She is getting super close but I have been discouraging mobility. I fear the day.
The holidays were pretty fun . Sashi had a great time celebrating her first Chanukah at both grandparents' houses. She loves to tear at paper. Seriously, Sasha got more presents than the rest of the family combined. The most evil gift: the tamborine my older sister sent (who gives a seven month old something with cymbals?). Diane got the runner-up prize with a toy that makes loud animal noises. Why, why, why? What sadist designs these things? Of course, Sasha adores both of 'em. Our daughter doesn't get that the tamborine is a muscal instrument. She likes to bash it against the floor but then throwing and flailing are some favorite activities.
Eating time has been improving somewhat. Sasha can't get enough of the oatmeal and will let us feed her without grabbing for the spoon every 5 seconds. We have been trying to introduce fruits and vegetables to her but she hasn't been thrilled. Didn't like squash or yams. Tolerates bananas and hates applesauce. Your read it correctly. Who hates apples? I thought babies were supposed to like everything. But, oh, the grimaces she makes when pureed apples come anywhere near her mouth. We'll just reintroduce them to her in another month or so. Yesterday, we did discover another food Sasha slurps down: carrots! I was getting worried that she wasn't overly interested in food (unlike Goldbergs who are excessively obsessed about meals). It frightened me more when the following happened:
No one on my side has ever fallen asleep during a meal. No matter how tired we are, we ALWAYS battle through to the last delicious bite.
Sleeping is still a battle. We have got all discipline-y and have started Ferberizing our baby. That means letting her cry a little which is so painful. Naps are still haphazard slumbering-wise but Sasha slept from 7 PM to 5 AM two nights ago!!!!! We are still in shock. Last night she woke up at 3 but we are very, very hopeful.
