Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Information Overload

I know it's been a long time since I've put up a new post. With each day that passes, the task gets more and more daunting as Rose adds new tricks, sounds and stories to her repertoire. I was hoping to do a Holiday post to document Rose's first Christmas, but instead of putting a lot of detail into words, I'll post a picture documentary at the end of this blog covering the last few weeks.

Rose spent her first Christmas in Oregon with her parents, Grandma and Grandpa and her Aunties April and Stephanie. She had the pleasure of keeping Aunt Stephanie up all night while Trevor and I went out on the town to celebrate his birthday. Apparently, this was after staying up putting on a show of cuteness for everyone, but it's hard to remember how cute Rose can be when she's screaming in your ear at 2 in the morning. Then again, it's hard to remember what a monster she was in the middle of the night when she wakes up in the morning and begins the cuteness all over again.

On Christmas day, Rose opened a few presents - she was especially intrigued with the paper and ribbons, but has since enjoyed all her new toys and most of her new clothes. She had a front row seat at the First Annual Livingston 100 Yard Dash. Diplomatically, she did not root for anyone in particular as her mom and dad sprinted (I use this term loosely) down the track. Her dad won this time, but I'm determined to get the victory next year. I see lots of squats in my future. Our New Years was a quiet one this year. All three of us were asleep as 2011 rolled in.

Rose has done a ton of development over the past few weeks. Most notably, she has mastered walking while holding onto things and sitting back down after standing up. Dancing is still one of Rose's favorite activities. When she hears the beat, she stops what she's doing - whether sitting, crawling or standing - and starts to bounce, looking around slightly wide eyed, as if she can't help it. And if possible, she gets at least one arm up in the air to pump to the rhythm. A workable beat can come from many sources - the radio, a CD, an ad on TV, her electronic beeping toys, her dad singing, and even her mom singing her a lullaby in a pitch black room at bed time. Yes, I have had my baby cradled in my arms, half asleep in her pajamas, rocking gently back and forth and have seen through the darkness of the night a little arm slowly rise up, fingers spread, rhythmically pumping along with my whispered lullaby.

Daycare has started to use some sign language with Rose, mostly around the act of eating. I'm trying my best to reinforce this by signing with her, too. Usually when I do a sign, I say the word and make the sign. Rose watches with interest, I think she's getting the concept. But most of the time when I do a sign, she just laughs. "Rose, do you want to EAT?" (motioning to my mouth). "Heh, heh." "Do you want to EAT?" "Heh, heh." And back to playing with her toys. The one sign that she has figured out how to do on her own is the "all done" sign. It's pretty cool that she can communicate she's done eating without having to scream at me. The other day, not only did she sign, but she actually said what sounded exactly like "all done."

Other words that we've heard Rose use are "Dada" - her favorite by far. And "up."

On the teeth front, Rose had six teeth - two on bottom and four across the top. It's definitely looking like she'll have her mom's space between her front two teeth.

Rose's range of solid foods has greatly expanded. She is eating pretty much everything except nuts, honey, citrus, milk products and seafood. Some of her favorites are scrambled eggs, chicken, avocado and beans. And daycare reported yesterday that she loved her pasta with red sauce.

Tomorrow Rose has her three month hip check-up. As always, I get more and more nervous as the hour of the appointment approaches. Think happy hip thoughts for our girl.


Big Girl:
 New Piano:
 Talking to Grandpa:
 Christmas Day:
Loves her new walker:
 See You Later:

Hey, there's my beaver:
 Can you do this?
 Who put my sheep in the laundry?

Here, Sheep, I'll save you:
 Hanging with Da-da:
 Loving Blueberries:

 Except the tart ones:

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