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It turns out …

It turns out that when the baby gets a really late nap, she also goes to bed really late….

My swollen lip wants to know

Anybody know why babies like to headbutt?

Learning “no”

I’m amazed that C is actually grasping the concept of “no.” She’s not yet retaining much of what she’s not supposed to do, but when I notice her playing with the trashcan, for instance, or some files on a low shelf, I say “no, C, don’t play with that.” She looks up at me and does what I ask.

We’ll see how long this lasts, right?

No means no

The Bug and I are working on the concept of “no” today, as in “no, you can’t play with the trashcan” and “no, you can’t play with the computer cords.” She’s begining to realize that this no has a lot in common with “no, you cannot stand up in the bath tub.”

My daughter is loud

My daughter is loud. Even while playing happily, she’ll occasionally scream out at the top of her lungs for no apparent reason. She’s not necessarily happy or even excited. She just screams.

When can babies start learning about “inside voices?”

Probably not a good thing

Since having the baby, Katie and I haven’t been able to make it out to many (read: any) shows. Back in the day, we’d see bands whenever we could, which usually amounted to three or four evenings a month.

Nowadays, I rarely even notice cool show posters (warning: pdf). There’s just no way we could get childcare for a show ending after midnight.

I know it’s just going to be this way for a while, until the Bug is old enough for a sleepover, but it’s still hard. And I miss being able to go out with Katie and make everyone jealous of my hot date.

Oh boy, here comes childproofing

I briefly got started childproofing a few weeks ago. I put out a bunch of the cheapie plug covers and spent about an hour rearranging a stereo to get it higher (then it broke, but that’s another story). But this weekend comes the real fun: buying baby gates and attaching bookshelves to the walls. And then there’s the toilet lock. I hadn’t even thought we were going to be using one, but Katie is very pro. This shall be a challenge.

Also, I’m thinking about replacing the cheapie plug covers with nicer ones that won’t end up all over the place. I have a feeling that with five non-toddlers in the house, we’re going to have real difficulty keeping our childproofing methods in place.

I feel every muscle in my upper back

I didn’t spend more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time yesterday walking C, but altogether I probably spent a few hours hunched over. Maybe I need one of these (thanks for the link, Erika!):

To C:

You know, C, if you hate waking up so much, you could always sleep a bit longer.

The baby is asleep 30 minutes before closing time

Great. The child who refused to sleep all day is now fast asleep in my lap, and it’s thirty minutes before closing time.

My great fear when this happens is that she will get a good nap and then be awake and fussy for the +30 minute commute. I’d almost rather wake her now and leave work early, hoping she’ll fall back asleep once in the car.

Of course the best case scenario would be 30 minutes of sleep now followed by 30 minutes of sleep in the car, with just a brief interlude in the middle.

But experience tells me that’s unlikely.

Joy.

You know that bit in Office Space?

You know that bit in Office Space -

Peter Gibbons: So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.
Dr. Swanson: What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Dr. Swanson: Wow, that’s messed up.

Lately, C-bug’s diapers have been just like that. Every time I change her dirty diaper, I tell Katie “that was the biggest, nastiest diaper she’s ever had.” Then the next time I change her dirty diaper, I tell Katie “no that was the biggest, nastiest diaper she’s ever had.” Then the time after that, when I change C’s diaper, I tell Katie “no, *that* was the biggest, nastiest diaper she’s ever had.”

And then there was the diaper I just changed. *shudder*