i don't even know where to begin this post. have i mentioned that i've spent most of this semester planning a retirement event (conference during the day, dinner at night) for one of the senior faculty in my department? well, it's required an enormous amount of work, and it's finally happening tomorrow. as you can imagine, there are like a million loose ends to tie up today. this morning i had to run over to cambridge with bebe to consult on a few things with one of my fellow planning committee members. so i guess that's where we'll start, with the vomiting incident. in the car on the way over to cambridge bebe, who is still getting over that last cold, threw up all over herself and her car seat. luckily i always carry a spare change of clothes for her, and double luckily the woman i was meeting with is a friend and a mom herself so she understood. but still.
then, bebe fell asleep in the car on the way home. she slept for ten minutes, woke up when we got back, and never went back to sleep. so instead of two 90 minute naps, which is a usual day for her, she's working off 45 minutes this morning (because she woke herself up pooping) and 10 minutes this afternoon. i had been counting on her naptime to finish up with all the emailing, last minute adjustments to the powerpoint slideshow, etc. so instead i take her out of her crib and put her down on the floor next to me with some toys, hoping she'll find something to occupy herself with for 20 to 30 minutes.
well, she did, but it wasn't quite what i was hoping for. i looked down a couple minutes later and she was clear across the room. um, what?
well, she did, but it wasn't quite what i was hoping for. i looked down a couple minutes later and she was clear across the room. um, what?
yes, that's right, my baby is crawling. and while this (her second attempt ever) looks a bit hesitant, she has subsequently crossed the dining room back and forth three or four times and is demonstrating increased confidence with each lap.
the title of this post, then, has two meanings. i initially meant it sarcastically, as in it was "perfect timing" for her to start crawling today -- the one day i really, really needed her to sit down and stay out of trouble for half an hour. but the more i think about it, the more i think the phrase applies to the kind of kid bebe is turning out to be. she waits until she's comfortable with something and then she just does it, and does it well and confidently. she has spent three weeks pivoting around from her butt to her knees and back to her butt again. i figured there would be weeks more of hesitant half-crawls before she finally worked up the courage to take it all the way. but instead, she seemed to know the perfect time to start!
of course, the kid did wait a full week past her due date to join us, so i suppose this shouldn't come as such a surprise to me.
the title of this post, then, has two meanings. i initially meant it sarcastically, as in it was "perfect timing" for her to start crawling today -- the one day i really, really needed her to sit down and stay out of trouble for half an hour. but the more i think about it, the more i think the phrase applies to the kind of kid bebe is turning out to be. she waits until she's comfortable with something and then she just does it, and does it well and confidently. she has spent three weeks pivoting around from her butt to her knees and back to her butt again. i figured there would be weeks more of hesitant half-crawls before she finally worked up the courage to take it all the way. but instead, she seemed to know the perfect time to start!
of course, the kid did wait a full week past her due date to join us, so i suppose this shouldn't come as such a surprise to me.
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she's a sidewinder!
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