More on Anya

Filed under: Anya,baby's progress — by Lauren on November 29th, 2009 @ 10:30 pm

As of about two weeks ago, we stopped insisting that Anya take a nap.  Even though she would sleep most days for 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 hours, she was having a very hard time falling asleep at night and was also waking up too early in the morning.  In the past, if she didn’t nap, she would get cranky or kind of punchy around dinnertime and would be nearly falling asleep by bath time.  However, the nap skipping experiment has gone quite well.  Most days she breezes through the day without issue and then goes to sleep relatively soon after we put her to bed – and stays asleep for about 11 straight hours.  A couple of times, skipping the naps has caught up with her and we ended up having her “rest” in her bed, knowing she would probably conk out.  I hear that tends to happen when kids give up their naps.

Also, Anya can now officially spell three words – her name, boots, and mom.  :)

Sisterly love

Filed under: photos,the day-to-day stuff,video — by Lauren on November 18th, 2009 @ 11:18 pm

There is little I enjoy more than watching Anya and Sierra play together.  They are such a riot together, making each other laugh and chasing each other around the room.  Sierra idolizes Anya.  She wants to copy so much of what Anya does, and she climbs all over her, giving her hugs.  Anya, in turn, adores “her baby” and is usually a fabulous big sister.  She informs me many times a day that she just gave Sierra a baby toy or is sharing her own toys with her, and she looks out for her, too.  She’ll comfort her if she’s crying, often by singing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” in a comically loud voice, and she’ll tell me when Sierra has something she’s not supposed to have or is getting into trouble.  The other day, while I was setting up their bath, Sierra escaped from the bathroom and was heading towards the stairs.  I went to grab her, and I found Anya pinning her down, telling her no, baby, no stairs!

(Okay, so maybe the pinning her down was a little much, but the intention was good.)

I would love for this era of constant mutual adoration to never end, but I know as Sierra gets older there are going to be some squabbles.  Tonight they actually had their first real fight over a toy.  Usually either Anya wants something that Sierra has and takes it (despite my frequent reminders NOT to do that) without much protest from Sierra or Sierra tries to grab what Anya has and Anya moves away, complains until I remind her to give Sierra something else, or she lets her have a turn.  Well, today Sierra wanted the pen to the Aquadoodle mat, Anya didn’t want to give it up, and Sierra wasn’t having that!  Anya was yelling that Sierra should stop, and Sierra was shrieking and trying to get it from her.  This problem was easily solved by my finding the second pen, but sigh.  It starts.

Did I mention…?

Filed under: Anya — by Lauren on November 12th, 2009 @ 11:29 pm

That Anya has been sleeping in underwear instead of a pull-up for nearly three weeks now with no accidents yet?  Or that she can put on her jacket by herself?  Or that she (usually) can tell her right from her left?

Sierra is 11 Months Old!

Filed under: baby's progress,doctor,photos,Sierra,video — by Lauren on @ 11:17 pm

Sierra turned 11 months old on November 6th.  I had to take her to the doctor this past Monday (double ear infection, poor baby), so we got a bonus weigh-in – 19 lbs, 4 oz fully clothed.  Dr. Internet says that’s actually only in the mid-20′s for percentile, which I found odd.  She doesn’t seem tiny to me!  She’s still in 9-12 months clothes, size 4 diapers, and size 2 shoes.

This month Sierra mastered pulling up and cruising, and loves to grab onto anything and everything she can to stand.  The only problem is that she hasn’t quite figured out how to sit down again, so if she feels like she can’t do it, she’ll yell until someone comes to rescue her.  The same goes for her push toy – she loves to walk laps across the playroom, but only knows how to go forward, so I’ll hear her shrieking and discover her stuck in a corner.  She doesn’t stand on her own yet.  It seems like she’s fully capable of doing so, but as soon as she realizes that I’ve let go of her, she lunges for me or drops to her tush.  The only place she’s brave enough to try is in the bathroom outside of the tub.  I don’t know what it is about the tub, but it must inspire her, because that was the first place she pulled herself up successfully, and now when she’s standing looking into the tub, she’ll let go for a few seconds and then clap her hands to cheer herself on.  Ugh, she likes to climb, too, but thankfully (for my nerves) she’s not very good at it yet.  She’s constantly trying to get a leg up into the bathtub or onto her LeapFrog table, and last week she got three-quarters of the way up onto Anya’s table in her room.  I caught her trying to do it again the next day:

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She’s talking more now, though I doubt anyone other than me or Lex would understand her.  At last, she calls me “Mama” or “Mommy” most of the time.  Sierra’s working hard on saying Anya (sounds like “Ahdah,” but that’s an improvement over calling her “Dada”).  Other words we hear her trying to say include all done, milk, doggie (still one of her favorites!), Daddy, baby, diaper, cracker, ducky, quack quack, woof woof, more, hi, water, apple, up… She tries to repeat back a lot of what is said to her, and even when she doesn’t get close, she’s still matching the number of syllables.  She signs really well and clearly understands that she can use signing to communicate.  Yesterday at lunch, she noticed the sandwich I had ready for her and decided she’d had enough time tossing her veggies on the floor; she wanted that sandwich and she wanted it RIGHT AWAY.  She signed EAT EAT EAT, shrieked, and tried her hardest to grab the sandwich.  It was kind of cool to see.  I’ll have to try to get some video of her signing soon.

Sierra can correctly identify her head and nose, and sometimes her eyes, tongue, and belly.  She does some of the hand-motions for “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” and still enjoys “Open, Shut Them” and “If You’re Happy and You Know It.”  In general, she loves music and bops or claps along.  She points up when asked where up is, and if you ask her to go shluffy/night-night/to sleep, she does this:

Dogs are a major obsession for Sierra.  Friends of ours gave Anya a stuffed animal pug toy, and Sierra often requests (er, insists) that we take it with us whenever we leave the house.  She cuddles with it and kisses it.  I’d like to transition that love to a different toy because it’s not the most baby safe doll, and if she loves it that much, it would be nice to let her sleep with it.  I found a Spot doll in her room and so far, she’s a big fan of that one, too.  Any semi-realistic-looking dog gets her so excited, and if we happen to see a real one somewhere, it’s all I can do to keep her from jumping out of my arms.  She even picks out the dog piece of one of our puzzles every single time, exclaiming, “Dawdie!” or “Dawgie!”

Imitation has become a big part of Sierra’s play.  It makes it fun to play with her, because she studies what we do and then tries it out herself.  If you blow on her face, she cracks up and then tries to blow on your face.  The other day I was dropping some links into a slinky while sitting with her on the floor, and she then picked one up and did exactly the same thing.  Even better, the next day she crawled over to the same toys and repeated the activity, only this time without watching me do it first.  She likes to pretend to feed a doll or comb her own hair, but her favorite activity is to copy whatever Anya is doing.

I enjoy this age very much, not only because Sierra is learning a ton of new things each day, but also because her personality is really starting to emerge, and as she gains more skills and becomes more independent, I can see her as a person and not just a baby.  She makes decisions and sets goals for herself, then takes steps to achieve those goals.  Granted, her goals are things like “Get the Elmo doll that is on the other side of the room,” but you know what I mean.  She thinks about things, remembers things… I wish I could hear what goes on in her mind.

Sierra is such a love.  She gives hugs by laying her head on whatever part of you she can reach while saying, “Awwww” (and when she climbs up onto Anya to give her hugs, I all but melt into a puddle of mush).  She also tries to give kisses by popping her lips, but more often than not she ends up spitting on the object of her affection.  That said, she’s also got a major impish side.  She loves to shake her head “no” when asked to do something.  She tosses her food on the floor and then looks up with a grin to see what we’re going to do about it, or yanks out her hair bow and hands it to me with a giggle – and she kind of needs that bow:

One of her favorite games is to be chased, so she’ll make a beeline for an open door, and if no one comes after her, she stops in the doorway and calls to you until you go get her, at which point she cracks up and tries to crawl away as fast as she can.

I’d love to say she eats like a champ and sleeps through the night.  I’d also love to win the lottery.  A girl can dream.  Her eating is getting better, but she’s not so into the veggies.  She prefers cheese, grapes, and anything that’s a protein, but as for quantity, there are days when she eats two grapes and calls it a meal.  On a good night, Sierra will go to bed around 7:30 and then wake up around 1 am to be fed and again at 5 am, at which point she usually ends up in our bed.  There are many nights where she wakes up more often than this, though.

What would any update be without a video?  Here’s Sierra not eating, “feeding” her baby doll, learning to walk with her walker toy (she’s much better at it now), and telling us how old she will soon be:

So Literal

Filed under: Anya,funny — by Lauren on November 9th, 2009 @ 10:34 pm

Three-year-olds are so literal. Tonight I was singing “Don’t Stop Believin‘” to Anya and after the first few lines, she turned to me, appalled, and said, “Mommy, it’s not nice to take the train.”

She was much happier after I explained that “take the train” means to ride the train.