went to see the ped a week ago and he gained another pound in a month so he's hanging on to that 25th percentile for weight (a drop from the almost 80th percentile at birth). as long as he hangs onto that curve and doesnt drop down to a lower percentile they are not too concerned.
ozzy's bottom two teeth have finally cut thru. hard to see, but i can definitely feel them, esp when he's done breastfeeding and decides he wants to try out those teeth. on my nipple. the first time he did it, it sent such a jolt of pain thru me i thought i licked a transformer. so of course i howled and screeched like a banshee. for a second a shocked look appeared on his face and then immediately his face crumpled and he started wailing. i suppose that must have played out like a horror movie to him...happy cooing mama is feeding him one minute and then suddenly without warning, out pops a frightening creature from the tar pits of hell. if we were a more religious household, he i think he would've hauled out and hurled a crucifix at me.
he is also now walking using his walker a few times a day. very comical. with his toothless smile, thin hair, and weak motor coordination, add to that image, a big square walker and it makes the geriatric picture complete.
he can climb UP the stairs (with lots of supervision of course), but can't climb down yet...he keeps trying to turn around and crawl down it sideways, instead of backing down. it will take some practice before he learns that skill. we have so many stairs in our home, i want to make sure this is something he learns and practices because those stairs are just an accident waiting to happen.
he's crawling and cruising by holding onto the furniture quite well these days (which means LOTS of falls and bumps on the old noodle or thumps on the rump. they do sell baby helmets like the ThudGuard, which i probably should get for him. if he hasnt already damaged his brain yet, i'm sure a few more knocks to the noggin would do the trick. Rob likes to remind me that he didnt have one and turned out fine, then start to twitch uncontrollably with a thin line of drool hanging from his mouth).
ozzy's daily favorite thing to do is to crawl to mimi while she's on her computer, haul himself up behind her chair or by her table and just stand there yelling at the top of his lungs. he loves to be with mimi. mimi's favorite thing is pick him up and carry him back to his play space, away from her and whatever she is working on. 'oh ozzy! no no!" i'll hear her say. and when i look over, she's plucking him away from her computer or her book and carrying him back to his place to play. the first few times she did this he thought it was pretty funny and smiled as he was carried away. now he cries because he now understands that it means he can't play with what mimi is playing with and it makes him mad.
ozzy's bottom two teeth have finally cut thru. hard to see, but i can definitely feel them, esp when he's done breastfeeding and decides he wants to try out those teeth. on my nipple. the first time he did it, it sent such a jolt of pain thru me i thought i licked a transformer. so of course i howled and screeched like a banshee. for a second a shocked look appeared on his face and then immediately his face crumpled and he started wailing. i suppose that must have played out like a horror movie to him...happy cooing mama is feeding him one minute and then suddenly without warning, out pops a frightening creature from the tar pits of hell. if we were a more religious household, he i think he would've hauled out and hurled a crucifix at me.
he is also now walking using his walker a few times a day. very comical. with his toothless smile, thin hair, and weak motor coordination, add to that image, a big square walker and it makes the geriatric picture complete.
he can climb UP the stairs (with lots of supervision of course), but can't climb down yet...he keeps trying to turn around and crawl down it sideways, instead of backing down. it will take some practice before he learns that skill. we have so many stairs in our home, i want to make sure this is something he learns and practices because those stairs are just an accident waiting to happen.
he's crawling and cruising by holding onto the furniture quite well these days (which means LOTS of falls and bumps on the old noodle or thumps on the rump. they do sell baby helmets like the ThudGuard, which i probably should get for him. if he hasnt already damaged his brain yet, i'm sure a few more knocks to the noggin would do the trick. Rob likes to remind me that he didnt have one and turned out fine, then start to twitch uncontrollably with a thin line of drool hanging from his mouth).
ozzy's daily favorite thing to do is to crawl to mimi while she's on her computer, haul himself up behind her chair or by her table and just stand there yelling at the top of his lungs. he loves to be with mimi. mimi's favorite thing is pick him up and carry him back to his play space, away from her and whatever she is working on. 'oh ozzy! no no!" i'll hear her say. and when i look over, she's plucking him away from her computer or her book and carrying him back to his place to play. the first few times she did this he thought it was pretty funny and smiled as he was carried away. now he cries because he now understands that it means he can't play with what mimi is playing with and it makes him mad.
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