Two Months!
The Squeaker with Cousin O-Pickle We passed the two month marker last Friday and what a great two months it’s been. She’s hardly the same baby we brought home.
The Squeaker’s first days at home were spent eating, sleeping and filling her diapers. She was little more than a lump of under developed skin (albeit a CUTE lump).
After 30 days, her personality began to develop – she began showing an affinity for being held (by anyone, not just her parents) and recognition of familiar things and people around her. And her temperament displayed itself as an easy one (i.e., not too much crying – only when hungry or in need of a diaper change).
Her head – which at times seemed too big for her little body – also seemed to be connected to her body with a loose spring; it would loll to the left or the right, then fall forward or back. It was in need of constant support.
Her limbs were spastic projectiles, darting out with complete randomness like they had minds of their own. And the digits at the end of the convulsive arms pawed and scratched at her face, sometimes leaving red streaks on forehead, nose, and cheeks.
Now at the 60 day mark, The Squeaker displays frequent smiles, reaches out for things near her and chatters with her squeaks and grunts in what seems like a meaningful way. Her eyes light up to match her smiles as she learns the fun of tummy raspberries with a clean diaper and the joy of new batteries in the vibrating bouncing chair.
The once spring loaded, bobbling head now moves with purpose, holding itself in positions for moments at a time.
And the newest feat – just learned this weekend – is the half turn from the prone position. The Squeaker, lying on her back, can grunt and work and force herself to turn halfway over, stopping on her side.
I can’t quite figure out why she doesn’t go all the way over; maybe she likes view from on side, or maybe she’s afraid of the fall.
Or maybe that’s just a skill for another day.
The Squeaker’s first days at home were spent eating, sleeping and filling her diapers. She was little more than a lump of under developed skin (albeit a CUTE lump).
After 30 days, her personality began to develop – she began showing an affinity for being held (by anyone, not just her parents) and recognition of familiar things and people around her. And her temperament displayed itself as an easy one (i.e., not too much crying – only when hungry or in need of a diaper change).
Her head – which at times seemed too big for her little body – also seemed to be connected to her body with a loose spring; it would loll to the left or the right, then fall forward or back. It was in need of constant support.
Her limbs were spastic projectiles, darting out with complete randomness like they had minds of their own. And the digits at the end of the convulsive arms pawed and scratched at her face, sometimes leaving red streaks on forehead, nose, and cheeks.
Now at the 60 day mark, The Squeaker displays frequent smiles, reaches out for things near her and chatters with her squeaks and grunts in what seems like a meaningful way. Her eyes light up to match her smiles as she learns the fun of tummy raspberries with a clean diaper and the joy of new batteries in the vibrating bouncing chair.
The once spring loaded, bobbling head now moves with purpose, holding itself in positions for moments at a time.
And the newest feat – just learned this weekend – is the half turn from the prone position. The Squeaker, lying on her back, can grunt and work and force herself to turn halfway over, stopping on her side.
I can’t quite figure out why she doesn’t go all the way over; maybe she likes view from on side, or maybe she’s afraid of the fall.
Or maybe that’s just a skill for another day.
posted by Rob Barron at 6:31 AM
3 Comments:
One of mine used to just lay on his side for the longest time. Now he sleeps on his side every night!
She's getting more beautiful by the day!
She's growing & changing so fast.
It just seems like last week that you brought her home!
What a big girl she's becoming!!!
:)
Holy crap! Two months already?!?
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