Sophia's new trick: Purposely dropping her sippy cup on the floor.
She only does this when she's sitting in the high chair but she does it after each sip she takes.
We have been showing her how to place the cup on the tray when she's done. But she only smiles and then extends the cup over the side of the high chair. She sends it over the left side of the chair, over the right side and even sends it over the back of the chair by extending her arm up over her head.
It's become a game she never get tired of playing, though we are tired. But I hate to say this game of hers also make me laugh quite frequently; so much so I try to hide it so as not to encourage her.
But I think she most definitely knows she's a little comedian.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
What a smart girl
When we were playing for bedtime tonight, I asked Sophia "Do you want Daddy or Mommy to rock you to sleep?"
She stopped what she was doing, crawled to the other side of the room where her favorite blanket was on the floor and put her head on it. Then she sat up and held the blanket up to us.
Amazing how much she understands at this age.
The other night when she wouldn't try her real green beans I said, "Sophia I promise you, you like the real green beans. You've had them before and they're just like these mushy green beans."
Then I sang the song we made up the first time she ate pureed green beans: Green beans, beans that are green. Green beans, beans that are green.
She smiled and then began to eat her green beans.
She stopped what she was doing, crawled to the other side of the room where her favorite blanket was on the floor and put her head on it. Then she sat up and held the blanket up to us.
Amazing how much she understands at this age.
The other night when she wouldn't try her real green beans I said, "Sophia I promise you, you like the real green beans. You've had them before and they're just like these mushy green beans."
Then I sang the song we made up the first time she ate pureed green beans: Green beans, beans that are green. Green beans, beans that are green.
She smiled and then began to eat her green beans.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Poor little baby
The past week has been a rough one for Sophia. She's getting three teeth at the same time: two beside her bottom teeth and a bottom molar.
With that, of course, has come a fever, a runny noise and a cough. The past couple nights she has woken up at least once in the middle of the night. But last night was the worst.
Every hour, or less, she would wake up because her cough was bothering her so much. And there was nothing that seemed to be helping.
Not the humidifier, not an elevated crib mattress, she didn't want much to do with any milk, juice or water, and rocking her was only a temporary solution. At one point she was kicking, screaming, and flailing her body around so violently that we joked at one point we needed to call in an exorcist.
She had no fever. And there was anything serious enough about her cough or the way she was feeling that we needed to go to the hospital.
It was simply a combination of being in pain from teething, sick, overtired and restless that made her so irritated.
During one of her middle of the night awakenings we were at a loss of what else we could do to calm her down. I got up from the rocking chair, turned on the light and reached for the box of Cheerios on top of the fridge.
"Do you want some Cheerios," I asked.
"Yes," Sophia answered.
We had found an answer. We put her in the high chair, poured some Cheerios on her tray and at 1 a.m. she feasted on some Cheerios.
With that, of course, has come a fever, a runny noise and a cough. The past couple nights she has woken up at least once in the middle of the night. But last night was the worst.
Every hour, or less, she would wake up because her cough was bothering her so much. And there was nothing that seemed to be helping.
Not the humidifier, not an elevated crib mattress, she didn't want much to do with any milk, juice or water, and rocking her was only a temporary solution. At one point she was kicking, screaming, and flailing her body around so violently that we joked at one point we needed to call in an exorcist.
She had no fever. And there was anything serious enough about her cough or the way she was feeling that we needed to go to the hospital.
It was simply a combination of being in pain from teething, sick, overtired and restless that made her so irritated.
During one of her middle of the night awakenings we were at a loss of what else we could do to calm her down. I got up from the rocking chair, turned on the light and reached for the box of Cheerios on top of the fridge.
"Do you want some Cheerios," I asked.
"Yes," Sophia answered.
We had found an answer. We put her in the high chair, poured some Cheerios on her tray and at 1 a.m. she feasted on some Cheerios.
It's Purplicious!
Every time Sophia sees this book she has to have it read to her immediately. She'll see the book, crawl over to it quickly and then look at one of us to read it to her.
She sits still for the entire book, I think because it has more colorful illustrations than any other book we've read to her.
But the best part of reading the book to her is how she kicks her legs in excitement when you near the end of the book. The last page says "Not just pretty ... It's purplicious" and each time we read that line we over exaggerate it with a Hooray! tone of voice.
Sophia loves it. She smiles, claps hands and almost always wants us to read the book again.
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