We finally had our appointment with the paediatric orthopaedic guy last week, after a very last minute cancellation of our original appointment. X-rayed (do you know how difficult it is to keep a naked and wriggly 9 month old still long enough to have her hips x-rayed?), examined, and apparently she's now within the normal range. Not in the middle of the normal range, but within it at least. Which is a huge relief. Seemingly the double nappies have done their job, and I will not be sad to say goodbye to them - they've been getting harder & harder to put on because they add so much to the time a nappy change takes. We've still got to go back in 6 months time, for a follow up check when she's walking properly, but generally, we're very very relieved.
I said hospitals up there, not one but two. Last weekend my right knee started playing up. Just felt a bit bruised, like maybe I'd knelt on something awkward or something, so I shrugged it off. But it got progressively worse, until Monday morning I could barely stand on it. So I phoned the doctor & got an appointment for that day, toddled off, doctor took a look and phoned the hospital & sent me off up there. 5 1/2 hours of sitting around in casualty, x-rays, blood tests, and purple pen marks around my now bright red & swollen kneecap, and apparently I've got an infection in the fluid on my knee, giving me Housemaid's Knee. Of all absurd things. It kind of makes sense when you consider how much time I spend on the floor, crawling around after Squeaky, but even so, I can't get any kind of glamorous complaint, can I? Bloody housemaid's knee, I ask you!
Squeaky also had her 9 month check up this week, and passed with flying colours. According to the doctor, she's quite advanced, in as much as she's happily crawling, pulling up to standing, and cruising around with something to lean on when the mood takes her. Is good, if scary. Honestly, she's a little dynamo.
Oh, and her latest discoveries? She can remove any kind of shoe I put on her. Elastic, no problem. Velcro, easy. Boots, piece of cake. Shoes with built-in socks, no worries. I don't understand. How can she be mine & not want all the shoes in the world? And she's also figured out how to clap her hands herself. She figured out flattening them to make a noise when I clap them a while back, then last week how to clap my hands together holding on to my little fingers, but yesterday she put the two concepts together and learned how to clap her own hands. This is maybe the most exciting thing ever, from the look on her face when she does it. Hours of entertainment to be had now.
Showing posts with label crawling. Show all posts
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Friday, 29 October 2010
Friday, 24 September 2010
A quiet week (or two?)
It's been a while, however long it is. Bad Blogger, no biscuit.
What's been happening in Squeaky World, then? We went to Grandma & Grandpa Squeaky's house last week, so SqueakyDaddy & I could go to the theatre, and she could menace my parents. And menace she did. Even though one tooth has come through, the other bottom tooth is still giving her all sorts of problems, and she squeaked and squawked and squealed and generally refused to go to bed until we got home. Oh dear. She's 8 & a bit months now though, I think a lot of it is separation anxiety, though I don't know how to deal with it. Apparently she would settle and go to sleep on either of my parents, but wouldn't go in the cot, and just created every time they tried, so she kept them up all evening. Little minx.
And then, she was having a dodgy evening at home on Tuesday, and it took both me & SqueakyDaddy to calm her. During this time, SqueakyDaddy spotted that the curtains were slightly apart, and gave them a quick tweak. Which somehow turned into Total Existence Failure and a curtain rail on the floor. So Squeaky has had to spend the last couple of nights in the travel cot in our bedroom while we get the gear together to put a new rail up and rehang the curtains. Grrr.
But is this child ever mobile? I can't believe it's been only a month since she mastered the art of crawling. Seemingly that's not enough for her. Now she's pulling herself up with ever-greater confidence & ability, and starting to try and walk. Hasn't she read the books? She's not meant to be doing this yet! I took her into Clarks' on Monday to get her feet measured, so I could *consider* buying shoes, and her feet are still too small for even the littlest size, so she'll just have to deal with socks or tights. She takes shoes off as soon as I put them on her, anyway, so it's probably not a bad thing. We'd only end up losing a shoe somewhere silly.
What's been happening in Squeaky World, then? We went to Grandma & Grandpa Squeaky's house last week, so SqueakyDaddy & I could go to the theatre, and she could menace my parents. And menace she did. Even though one tooth has come through, the other bottom tooth is still giving her all sorts of problems, and she squeaked and squawked and squealed and generally refused to go to bed until we got home. Oh dear. She's 8 & a bit months now though, I think a lot of it is separation anxiety, though I don't know how to deal with it. Apparently she would settle and go to sleep on either of my parents, but wouldn't go in the cot, and just created every time they tried, so she kept them up all evening. Little minx.
And then, she was having a dodgy evening at home on Tuesday, and it took both me & SqueakyDaddy to calm her. During this time, SqueakyDaddy spotted that the curtains were slightly apart, and gave them a quick tweak. Which somehow turned into Total Existence Failure and a curtain rail on the floor. So Squeaky has had to spend the last couple of nights in the travel cot in our bedroom while we get the gear together to put a new rail up and rehang the curtains. Grrr.
But is this child ever mobile? I can't believe it's been only a month since she mastered the art of crawling. Seemingly that's not enough for her. Now she's pulling herself up with ever-greater confidence & ability, and starting to try and walk. Hasn't she read the books? She's not meant to be doing this yet! I took her into Clarks' on Monday to get her feet measured, so I could *consider* buying shoes, and her feet are still too small for even the littlest size, so she'll just have to deal with socks or tights. She takes shoes off as soon as I put them on her, anyway, so it's probably not a bad thing. We'd only end up losing a shoe somewhere silly.
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Kissy Kissy
We're all about the milestones right now.
As well as crawling, Squeaky's figured out in recent days how to pull herself up to standing holding on to someone's hands, to push herself to standing if she finds something appropriate to lean on, to "walk" a couple of steps between me & SqueakyDaddy if we're supporting her under the arms. And to kiss. For certain values of the word, obviously. It's actually just this kind of open-mouthed rub thing, but it's ADORABLE. Less so when it's applied to your ear, with occasional added tongue, but still fairly adorable. She was kissing one of her friends at breastfeeding group yesterday, so I'm convinced it's real.
And I'm half sure I just heard a Dada amongst the Baba and Gaga babbling. We'll see if she can manage it this evening. Normally when I ask her if she can say Dada she blows a raspberry, which is accurate if not quite what I was aiming for.
As well as crawling, Squeaky's figured out in recent days how to pull herself up to standing holding on to someone's hands, to push herself to standing if she finds something appropriate to lean on, to "walk" a couple of steps between me & SqueakyDaddy if we're supporting her under the arms. And to kiss. For certain values of the word, obviously. It's actually just this kind of open-mouthed rub thing, but it's ADORABLE. Less so when it's applied to your ear, with occasional added tongue, but still fairly adorable. She was kissing one of her friends at breastfeeding group yesterday, so I'm convinced it's real.
And I'm half sure I just heard a Dada amongst the Baba and Gaga babbling. We'll see if she can manage it this evening. Normally when I ask her if she can say Dada she blows a raspberry, which is accurate if not quite what I was aiming for.
Monday, 23 August 2010
Holiday Time
The Squeaky family are just back from a short trip to Blackpool, and are absolutely exhausted.
Maybe we should have chosen a different hotel, one where the ambient temperature was slightly below that of the surface of the sun, but how do you know until you arrive? Seriously, the place was like a sauna. And that meant that Squeaky didn't sleep well. Despite normally sleeping straight through the night with very rare problems, we woke 2 or 3 times every night, and took forever to settle. Which meant that all of us had trouble getting back to sleep.
It was a good trip though. Sometimes I, not forget, just get used to how adorable Squeaky is. It takes seeing other people to remind me. Breakfast took upwards of an hour every morning, due to her smiling at everyone, and the recipients of the smiles stopping to talk to her. She's a little gem when we're out as a rule, and behaved beautifully in the dining room, eating her breakfast without too much fuss, at least in part due to the level of attention she was getting.
What is it though? At home, where there's all the changes of clothes in the world, meals go in mouths, and clothes stay pretty clean (Squeaky's, obviously. Mine always end up with weetabix on the shoulders). When we're away, and there's only (only!) a couple of changes of clothes per day, she manages to get covered with food every time? She was a very grubby baby some days last week, I must admit. The day she decided to eat sand on the beach just added to the general grubbiness.
And as usual, whenever we go away, she's picked up a cold. I don't know whether to blame it on swimming in a different pool, or just exposure to different people (and therefore different germs). Either way, she's grumpy and snotty, and grouching when I try to wipe her nose. She won't let me near her with the aspirator bulb thingo, so we just have to go with the saline spray and the snot. Mmmmm, nice.
What else to say? We had a fab week, went to the zoo (where Squeaky promptly went to sleep and missed almost everything), went on all the piers, on the beach, in the Sandcastle waterpark. We walked for miles, and Squeaky happily sat in her buggy or in the carrier. We went on buses and trams, ate lots of meals out, breastfed in cafes all over the place, ate chips, cheese and melon, but not all at the same time, and won enormous cuddly toys in the amusements. See? Big enough to sit in the buggy.
Oh, and yeah yeah yeah!!! We're crawling!! Squeaky has now figured out what to do with her arms as well as her legs and is zooming around on all fours. Watch out world, we're mobile!
Maybe we should have chosen a different hotel, one where the ambient temperature was slightly below that of the surface of the sun, but how do you know until you arrive? Seriously, the place was like a sauna. And that meant that Squeaky didn't sleep well. Despite normally sleeping straight through the night with very rare problems, we woke 2 or 3 times every night, and took forever to settle. Which meant that all of us had trouble getting back to sleep.
It was a good trip though. Sometimes I, not forget, just get used to how adorable Squeaky is. It takes seeing other people to remind me. Breakfast took upwards of an hour every morning, due to her smiling at everyone, and the recipients of the smiles stopping to talk to her. She's a little gem when we're out as a rule, and behaved beautifully in the dining room, eating her breakfast without too much fuss, at least in part due to the level of attention she was getting.
What is it though? At home, where there's all the changes of clothes in the world, meals go in mouths, and clothes stay pretty clean (Squeaky's, obviously. Mine always end up with weetabix on the shoulders). When we're away, and there's only (only!) a couple of changes of clothes per day, she manages to get covered with food every time? She was a very grubby baby some days last week, I must admit. The day she decided to eat sand on the beach just added to the general grubbiness.
And as usual, whenever we go away, she's picked up a cold. I don't know whether to blame it on swimming in a different pool, or just exposure to different people (and therefore different germs). Either way, she's grumpy and snotty, and grouching when I try to wipe her nose. She won't let me near her with the aspirator bulb thingo, so we just have to go with the saline spray and the snot. Mmmmm, nice.
Oh, and yeah yeah yeah!!! We're crawling!! Squeaky has now figured out what to do with her arms as well as her legs and is zooming around on all fours. Watch out world, we're mobile!
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