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In the Dark

For the first time in ages, K and I slept in the dark last night.

No, not the "first time in ages." The first time in almost four months.

Since L's birth, we've kept a small red light on beside the bed. You never know when the girl's going to wake up in a pacifier panic, or spit up and need emergency cleaning, or any number of other horrid, life-threatening things.

But  last night, K thought we should do an experiment -- open the blind to the window on her side of the bed and see if that provides enough light. And it did.

And so for the first time in weeks and weeks, I lay there in the dark, no red light filling the room with an oddly calm-yet-angry glow (red light is just really not all that pleasant at all), and it honestly felt as if it was the firs time in my life that I'd slept in the dark. It felt like going to bed without brushing my teeth, or coming home without hugging, kissing, and playing with the girl, or eating cereal with skim milk -- it just felt unnatural.

Next step -- get the girl to stay in her crib all night, even in the midst of needing a 1:00 a.m. feeding...

New Toy

When I got a new toy as a kid, the hardest thing to do was to leave it at home every morning when I left for school. When I got back, I was so excited to be able to play with it again.

With L, it's the same, only the feelings are more intense, not to mention more significant.

The best part of it is the smile and the giggles I now get when I return home from work.

Unless she's sleeping.

The Visit

Oh, that Papa is sly. A planned Easter visit across the mountain can be turned around (Let someone else do the driving for once!) by simply throwing one's back out. Then the parents can bring the granddaughter to the grandparents!

I'll have to remember that.

Of course, the one who spent the most time with the Girl was the old man...

If it weren't for the fact that Nana is so sensible, that girl would be so spoiled that she'd stink worst than durian.

The Mobile

Now playing at a YouTube near you: The Mobile.

A stirring drama about a little girl, a mobile, and the bond between them. With an all-star cast and a classic sound track, it's sure to become a classic.

Fan’s Fan

The Girl likes just about anything that moves in a circle, I believe, but ceiling fans now seem to be a favorite.

We discovered this some time ago at a visit to Paw-Paw and Nana's place -- they have ceiling fans in almost every room, so L was probably fairly certain that she was in her own personal Seventh Heaven.

“Goin’ Mobile”

Like most--probably all--parents, we have a mobile hanging over our little girl's crib. In keeping with the rest of the decor, it's a Pooh Bear themed mobile, with Pooh, Tigger, Pigglet, and Eeyore swirling around, looking down at usually-smiling L.

But that's very passive--lying there, watching Pooh and friends turn circles over your head.

Taking an idea from Baby Minds by Susan Goodwyn by Linda Acredolo (Amazon), we made it a more engaging--and thus, more educational--activity. All it took was the addition of a long piece of fabric loosely tied to L's left leg, with the other end end attached to the mobile. And voila!

It didn't take long for L to figure it out:

motion of leg = mobile mobile = very happy little girl

And with increased happiness came increased motion, until everything was a blur.

Now that she's got it, we'll change it, attaching it perhaps to her right arm--it will get her used to "real" life...

Skills

At first she mastered control of her eyes. About the same time, she worked on controlling her head. The Girl has more or less mastered those skills.

Next come the hands. That's a little tricker -- they still fly around like she's a hyperactive orchestra conductor. But then, in calm moments, she surprises us all and holds her bottle.

Crowded Bathroom

When we're bathing and photographing the girl all at the same time, it gets kind of crowded.

After Changing

After we change the girl's diaper, she's usually pretty happy. I guess I would be too, considering her movement patterns -- save it all up for one big explosion that leaves a mess so big that it creeps out the diaper here, there, and sometimes everywhere. It must be a relief finally to get changed.

We finally got some footage of the after-diaper fun.

“When are infants supposed to…?”

A developing child goes through so many “firsts” in that initial year that it’s easy to forget about some of them.

Take for example the first time L grabbed something other than a someone’s finger.

Grasping

A parent’s finger is warm and I suppose somewhat inviting to be — conducive to being, at least — held. A plush toy? Not exactly soft, but warm I suppose. Perhaps this just means the end of a short era of preferring Tata’s finger to just about anything else?

Another big development is the ability to sit.

Buddha

It’s a long way from sitting with supports to sitting alone. But like everything else has to this point, I expect the one to melt into the other unexpectedly.