Unscientifically, Finorah is weighing in at 21.6 pounds. And she is 30 inches long. I didn't think that her height and weight would change much in the two weeks.
She is currently in size three diapers -- no change coming there.
We are in 12 month clothing. We have quite the selection of separates there, so I don't think that we are going to run out of options. I have found eBay to be quite affordable on name-brand separates. And her dresser states as much.
We are still breastfeeding. Less than two months left.
She is an amazing eater. Daycare is now feeding her breakfast as well as lunch. We are still bringing in our own fruit/veggie puree. At home, she will have a snack and then eat whatever we eat for dinner as well as another 4oz of fruit/veggie puree. I'm actively trying to increase her food intake to help the weaning process.
Finorah the Fast One is still maintaining speed, but also now getting into trouble. The baby gates have went up right after our last update post about two weeks ago. She likes to test their strength, by crawling up to the one going to the basement and shaking the ever-loving crap out of it. It has held fast, as I expected -- then she would move on to something else that she shouldn't be into.
We still have only two teeth. I quickly gabbed my finger in her mouth last weekend and really didn't feel anything. But as mentioned, she doesn't like to have her gums massaged by my fingers at all, so my time in her mouth is very VERY brief.
She also is pulling herself up. She can come to a standing position when she uses someone else's legs that are sitting on the floor with her. But she can also use the bathtub. Two weekends ago, I was filling her bath and she usually sits behind me, playing with her bath toys. Next thing I know, she is standing right below me looking into the tub!!!! I didn't see her pull herself up, but I sure as hell didn't help her stand up. Her big thing to do now is to put her hands on the ground and stand up. Her butt goes super high in the air and she basically looks like she is trying to touch her toes if she was standing up. Then she loses balance and crashing down to the side. It starts as downward dog and not is straight up, standing-bent-over-touching-her-toes. Oh, man, this is happening all too fast...
She is still a big talker. No words. Just mimicking. She seems to use "mama" with me a lot, but it's because that's the one that I make her say the majority of the time. She also is now using "uh-oh" alot. Sometimes the context is correct, but most times, it isn't.
And with all the talking has also brought an increase in volume. Especially in the car. When there are more than just E & I in the car and everyone is partaking in a conversation, she thinks that she needs to join in and will say something at the top of her lungs -- most times, "BABAABABABABA!"
She is also still a big dancer. Music is her favorite. She loves cards that open up and play music as well as the computer. But the computer's videos are more visually stimulating to her than the music accompanied with them. She will dance to the duck song, but most other songs from the computer (even if they are the same songs that we hear on the radio) will not get her dancing.
Our sleep cycle hasn't really changed. She is still getting up, but as per the last update, the doctor stated that she needs that night feeding as she doesn't drink a lot at daycare. I have come to the conclusion that she doesn't like drinking out of the bottle and prefers mommy's method of feeding. I have had E try to give her a couple of oz in the morning and he said that she won't even drink it. She will just play with the bottle. I got a couple of ideas from a friend that I'm going to be trying after the holidays and will update you on our next four-week update.
She is now a big "bye-bye" waver. It just spontaneous started a couple of days ago while we were leaving the daycare. Now whenever I put her coat on her, she starts waving "bye-bye" because she knows that we are going somewhere.
I'm not sure where her tear came from, but I reminded me of the 70's environmental commercial with the Native American with the tear.
Lots of eating photos this week. We were learning how to use our spoon with some strawberry mousse. Obviously, we have some work to do...
We also ate 3/4 of a whole banana -- and created quite the mess.
I swear that's not a booger -- it's a piece of banana as evidenced by the amount also on her chest.
But you can vaguely see her two bottom teeth! First photo evidence of those suckers!!!!!
I'm not sure how she gets food in places where it doesn't belong. See that orange chunk on her left temple? Yep -- saving a yogurt bite for later.
This is her new pose when she wants to be cute. She flops her head to the side and smiles.
I think that she succeeds.
Granny Murphy is here for a visit!
And so is Grumpy Murphy!
This girl has a serious obsession with the duck song. I tried to take multiple videos of her dancing to the song. She only dances during certain parts of the song and I couldn't figure out how to edit the video without permanently cutting out the whole video. This will have to be enough for now.
Last weekend was a mad dash of making our lists and checking them twice. E & I both made lengthy chore lists and challenged each other to mark everything off of our lists. There may even have been a few arguments over someone crossing something off of the other person's list when the other person completed the task. There's just something exhilarating about striking that pen through an item on a to-do list. I think that he won, but I think that he had more things on his list and didn't have a little 10-month old crawling after him all day. One of the things that was on my list was to take photos of each room in our house. Yeah, didn't get done. I think that the house photos are going to wait until the new year when there isn't so much holiday'ing going on -- but you do get photos of our house doing it's holiday jig.
I'm not even sure if it's safe, but our Christmas trees and garland lights have been on constantly for the last week & a half. And my radio has been tuned to our holiday station and the radio is turned on the moment I walk in the door from work. I'm sure that E can't wait for Christmas to be over with -- but I had the thought last night that I wish that Christmas was actually in January. I always get down after Christmas is over. The festiveness fades out of the air and then you are just waiting for April to arrive and with it, spring. It's the dreaded holiday hangover.
Another thing that I'm going to miss after Christmas a nice cup of cheer. This weekend I realized the amazingness of that frosty Christmas ale in a new way -- sprinkled with cinnamon! As I took that first sip, I could hear Burl Ives singing about "Silver & Gold" while I imagined myself sledding down a snow covered hill, whizzing by snow-covered fir trees lit with colored Christmas lights. Mmmmm, delightful.
Our first big holiday memory as a family of three was made this past weekend. Finn met Santa for the first time. And I'm proud to say that Santa had a real beard! It didn't go well, but it went better than expected. We went out to eat early as a family and would hit the mall after. We got to the mall at about 5:40pm and with Santa taking an hour long break at 5pm, we decided to get in the relatively short line (maybe 10-15 families long) and wait for Santa to appear. (sidebar: Sister did really well for not having a nap that afternoon. She had taken a LONG morning nap (an hour & half) and we went shopping. I tried to get her to cat nap at around 2pm -- but she wasn't having it.) I was waiting for the epic meltdown to ensue while waiting for Santa. There would be no such meltdown. I will unabashedly admit that when we were the second family in line, I became very nervous. I had counted on her crying, so I'm not sure why I had the feeling that I was slowly climbing the tallest incline on the rollercoaster. Within the past month, "stranger danger" has arrived. If you pass her off to a stranger (or someone who she doesn't see often), the big crocodile tears are flowing. If you hold her and a stranger starts talking to her and smiling, she will coyly put her head down on her chest and look at the stranger and smile.
Well, when our time finally came to meet the big guy, I handed her over and quickly stood behind the camera, trying desperate to get her to smile (or not cry, depending on how you want to take it). Surprisingly, she didn't cry a single tear. She would look at me with fear in her eyes, look up at Santa, and then back at me, as if to say "Who is this guy and why are you standing WAY over there?!?!?!?" So we didn't get the tears that I had anticipated, but she definitely wasn't excited to see the fat man. I made E sit on the one side of him and I on the other for a family photo with Santa. As you can see in the photo, the minute that I sat next to her, she started trying to grab my arm to get off of his lap. But although no smile, no tears either.
While we were exiting, Eain grabbed a peppermint lollipop from Santa's big red bag. He thought it was only fitting to give her her first taste of peppermint after being so good for Santa. Instead of a single taste, she had other ideas... We had to pry that sucker out of her sticky hands and face as we were leaving the mall. The screaming was minimal as we whisked her into the chilly darkness outside -- the cold air stealing her breath away. She fell asleep before we were out of the mall parking lot. I mean, afterall, meeting Santa Claus for the first time is seriously exhausting...
On Monday, I picked her up and we both looked like we just got out of jail.
E dressed her without knowing what I had put on for work that day.
And Munk -- well, he was just howling excited that we had unknowingly dressed the same.
Trying to get Finorah excited about being dressed alike was pretty difficult.
Hmmm, yogurt melt or maple wheel... Decisions, decisions...
We went to Joann's and had a fashion show in the headband section.
Saturday we went out to eat at a big-people's restaurant. We got there a little before 4pm and were told that we had to be out before 6pm. She was a perfect angel the waitress said.
Saturday night was also the big night.
We met Santa for the first time! Here she is patiently waiting in line.
The nerves started to get to her as we got closer. She began chomping at the bit!
The only thing that I can think of when I see this photo is
Okay, so my mom wasn't out this week or last. These photos are technically two weeks old. It may be annoying -- my rule, but we all know it (I don't like using week old photos, let alone two week old ones). And yes, I realize that they are almost identical photos to the self-portrait ones in her 41-week update post. Tough. We have a computer issue at home. We bought a new Mac and can't figure out how to put my photo editing program onto the new computer. So we currently look really techy and have two computers set up on our desk. I am still putting my photos on our old computer, but in seeing how great the new computer screen is -- I abhor putting the pictures onto the old matted screen & I'm also just lazy, knowing that I'm going to have to transfer the photos once the new computer is up and running. We will be bringing the Mac to the Apple store this weekend, so hopefully I'll be back in business with my new computer next week.
Finn's second tooth has officially came through. So we now have two teeth on the bottom. She is no longer Finorah the Frightful and it's wonderful. There is still a little disruption in her sleep, but that is due now more to gas than anything (which confuses the crap out of me). Last weekend, E was away being the master of ceremonies for his old mentor's emeritus dinner (sounds super fancy, amirght?). So the girls tried to find things to entertain ourselves.
Friday was pretty low-key, basically keeping to our normal routine: home, play, nap, eat, play, eat, bath, sleep. Saturday was filled with LOTS of shopping and errand running. We went to six, yes -- SIX different places in the span of 2.5 hours. She was a very good girl and was awarded a toy from Target. I finally had this super-duper great idea. Why not make her enjoy her carseat by giving her a toy that stays in the car... When she starts crying as you place her in her carseat, you throw this toy at her and she is quiet for a short time. Huh? Huh??? It only took me 42 weeks to figure that one out. (Sidebar: I told E that I need to start reading textbooks again, so I can regain the brains that Finn stole from me. His response: "Regain? Ha!") So, we all know how much I love B. Toys -- I thought it fitting to buy her car keys, since she always wants mine. They are great because the actual keys feel almost identical to real keys and there are four noise buttons that keep her entertained. Anywho, she was an angel and we spent way too much money on essentials and holiday gifts.
I didn't want to ruin the surprise (because technically it's a phone photo which belongs in a Monday post)... But we got our first bad report card from daycare and it was quite hilarious. I get a daily report from daycare when I pick her up each day, telling me when she ate and napped and so on. Okay, I'll totally spill -- my poor girl is a thief... A cookie thief... I was told that they found her sitting underneath one of the play tables with an Oreo mustache chomping away on the stolen cookie! It seems that she has gotten my sweet tooth. Oy vey...
This is usually shared on Mondays, but I couldn't wait...
Forewarning... As this blog's original purpose was serving as a time-capsule of sorts for Finorah -- next week there will be back-to-back posts that might be boring to everyone else. Next week's going to our home invasion. I'll be posting lots of photos of our house and what it looked like when she was born. I am always intrigued to see baby photos of myself to see what was going on in the background with the house that I was born in. Since I was born, that house has seen many, many renovations and many, many decorating-revamps. I thought it nice to document our house so when we tell her stories about her infancy, she can imagine the rooms just as they were. But being that I haven't taken some of the room photos, it will also document the festiveness of our house for her first Christmas.
Also, in the next week or two, there will be a holiday bombardment. From an Xmas card reveil to holiday crafts to a secret surprise... Merry Monkeyshines for all!!!! (Totally just learned that word today -- monkeyshine = mischievous behaviors)