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June 2007

June 12, 2007

50th Percentile

We just got back from Tori's 12 month check up. She currently weighs 21.3 lbs, is 29 inches long, and has a head circumference of 45 centimeters. On both the 11 month (correcting for her premature birth) and 12 months scales, she falls basically within the 50th percentile, making our wonderful and amazing little girl just about average.

Feh. As if charts and graphs know anything.

For the first time today they gave her the immunizations in her arms so that her legs won't be too sore to keep her from walking. Very nice of them. But MAN did she ever HATE everything about being at the doctor's office today. Poor thing. But she's now off the hook for another three months.

Since I spent so much time working on that little movie of Tori's first year, I didn't end up doing my monthly letter to her. I'm not going to do it now, but I thought I'd give everyone a little update on Tori's latest developments. Especially about the screaming. Have I mentioned the screaming?

Since we last discussed things, she has become a champion cruiser. She sails around the perimeter of everything soooooooo fast now. It's become quite hazardous, actually. As I mentioned a few days ago, we had to buy one of these (which works well, by the way, although it doesn't really come apart very easily AT ALL) to keep her confined to the area of the first floor that presents the fewest dangers. Instead of making a playpen out of it, we've stretched it across our living room so that it blocks access to the stairs, the television, and the end table with a lamp on it and the surge strip that my computer plugs into beneath it. Now the most dangerous thing she has access to is the fireplace, and since a) it's summer and we're not having any fires and b) I was able to secure the doors (it has glass doors), that is actually not a danger at all.

For a while we didn't need any baby-wrangling things because even though she was cruising she wasn't crawling so she was limited to whatever she could hang on to. That worked great when all she could do was circle the ottoman endlessly. But now, she is crawling. Still mostly crab-crawling, but she does do a bit of hands and knees crawling now. And MAN OH MAN she is fast.

Hence the need for the security gate, or as Charlie calls it, "Abubabe " (he also calls it "Guantoddelo Bay").

She still is, for the most, a very well-behaved baby. But last month when she wasn't given, or had dropped, or had taken away from her a toy or something she liked, she would cry. But now? Well, now she screams. Shrieks. At top volume. Ear splitting.

Without even realizing it, I've rewarded this behavior by giving her whatever it is she wants--anything, you know, to STOP THE SCREAMING. My mom noticed this and pointed it out (in that way that moms have) but I have NO IDEA how to deal with it.

Before we got the security gate, if she persisted in poking/grabbing/crawling into things we didn't want her to, I would sometimes pick her up and hold her (against her violent protests--she almost gave me a bloody nose from head-butting me) for 30 seconds in an attempt to do some sort of precursor to a "time out" (it's actually more of an editorial comment on a time out). It never worked; as soon as I put her down she went right back to the thing we were keeping her away from. Oddly enough, though, she has no resentment against the security gate. Once something is blockaded by a closed door or a security gate, she just accepts the impossibility of having whatever it was she wanted and heads off to find something else to get into.

But now, I have no idea how to deal with the screaming. I mean, obviously she has to learn that she can't have everything she wants. But is that a lesson she needs to learn now? I mean, it's not like she can really process that information yet, right? While obviously we don't think we should allow her to have access that really fascinating electrical outlet, do we really need to deny her the bottle she's just dropped on the floor for the 65th time (actually, I do try to do a "three times" rule--the third time she throws/drops something, I don't let her have it back right away) when I know she's not really done with it?  It just seems cruel to have to learn such harsh lessons already. I know a lot of this throwing around of stuff is just her testing out skills and boundaries, and also about controlling what little elements of her environment she can. So I don't know if being firm and not returning the bottle to her is really--well-- fair.

By the way, suggesting to your child that she "practice the Buddhist lesson of non-attachment" does nothing to help the situation. You know, in case you wondered. It is, however, a GREAT way to get people to look at you funny while shopping.

I remember when Heather would talk about her daughter screaming all the time and I had this vague sense of discomfort like she was being mean to Leta to talk about it so much. But if she screamed more than Tori does now, WOW. I can see how that would make one want to kvetch a bit.

So I guess my question for you more experienced parents is about early-not-quite-yet-a-toddler discipline. Do you do it? How? What worked for you? I'm mostly interested in non-corporal punishment methods, obviously. I mean, actually, I don't want to sound like I'm interested in punishing Tori--really, what I want to do is train her rather than punish her (and don't think I haven't considered some of my old animal training techniques--do you think shaking coins in a can really hard when she's getting into trouble, or maybe spraying her with a water bottle when she's trying to get something she shouldn't have might work?).

So with that in mind, how did you get your kid to tolerate having a toy taken away when it's time for dinner, or to get out of the tub, or because it belongs to another child? How do you address a deliberate behavior--like the throwing of her bottle--without being cruel?

Surely I barely need to mention the usual disclaimer:

As is often the case, this could be a contentious issue. So PLEASE play nice and DO NOT attack other commenter's disciplining styles. Unless, you know, they are throwing their child to the lions or whipping them with a belt or something (cause, yeah, I equate those two as being about equal--now you know where my prejudice lies). Try to stick to sharing your own experiences without criticizing others (although if something worked for someone but didn't work for you, that would be interesting to know as well--but again, that doesn't mean that method is bad--it just didn't work for your kid). Keep it nice. :)

June 10, 2007

Sopranos Series Finale

Motherfuckers.

June 07, 2007

Oh, Happy Day! Tori's One Year Old!

Yup. It's officially Tori's first birthday as of 11:05am--exactly when this blog entry posted. :)

And don't tell me you didn't see this coming... here is a movie of Tori's first year. Music provided by Etta Jones (no, NOT Etta James) and Israel Kamakawiwo'ole. And if you are at all sentimental, you might need tissues. I did. Also, if you want to see it a bit bigger, go to the Google video page and view it there. Be sure to click on the link at the bottom right corner of the screen and request "smooth video." :)

June 05, 2007

*EDITED* Ug. It's Very Early and Someone Is Drilling My Street. Bastards.

*EDITED TO ADD*

I need teachers! Or educational administrators! If you work in the field of education, I need to interview you. Pretty please, with a cherry on top!

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Not having a great morning, I must say. Last couple of nights Tori has been waking up a lot--and doing it in the worst way possible, so that we don't get any sleep. First, she wakes up for her normal middle-of-the-night feeding. She nurses for ten minutes, then falls right back asleep in her crib.

But then she wakes up again within thirty minutes. Lather, rinse, repeat--sometimes up to four times. Both of the last two nights I finally stopped nursing her and just held her while we rocked in the glider, but she fought sleep hard and fast. If I tried to put her in her crib, there was inconsolable crying and shrieking. Awful.

We suspect more fucking teething. Her top left tooth is taking FOREVER to come in; in fact, it's taken so long, a whole extra tooth came in on the bottom while we've been waiting. She's now got three on top and three on the bottom. Has this happened to anyone else? Cause I thought they came in all nice and symmetrical. And if you knew me, I have issues about things being symmetrical (they MUST BE SYMMETRICAL--uneven things make my skin crawl). And, just so you know, it's not the same three on the top and the bottom. She's got two on the top on the right, and one on the left. She's got two on the left on the bottom, and one on the right.

And, oh my god, the teeth, and the nursing. Owee.

Tori isn't biting (well, she did once, about two weeks ago. That would explain that screaming you heard). What she does is suck the nipple through her teeth, so that it scrapes against both the top AND the bottom teeth. Mostly this happens at night; it's like she's too tired to open her mouth fully. I've tried interrupting her latch--which is what I've heard you are supposed to do for biting--but in the middle of the night this does NOT work out well. It leads to much screaming and head shaking and an unwillingness to reattach. And THEN there's what Tori does (heh).

Sometimes I can distract her by stroking her cheek softly, but it's a fine line between distracting her and distracting her too much so she detaches and it's hard to walk that fine line while your nipples are being tortured. Any suggestions would be very, very helpful.

So, anyway. Combine the not sleeping thing with the fact that someone starting drilling the street in front of our house today promptly at 7am, I am not a happy camper. In fact, I am the complete opposite of a happy camper. I'm a crap-ass cranky camper.

But the good news is, I have to write four 750 word articles today. Yee-ha! And now I'm off to buy a baby gulag (something like this, I think) so we can keep our very mobile child out of trouble in the living room. It's the only way I'll get any work done today, since Charlie has to take the car in to the shop (yes, AGAIN. I swear, we'll get a new car before the end of the summer somehow). Fun, fun, fuck.

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Sorry about the length of that last video blog entry. I decided to spare you the one I was going to make of her first haircut. I know, I know. I'm sure my enthusiasm for them will wane over time. Just bear with me through Father's Day, m'kay?

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In case you didn't get enough already of birthday stuff (especially since Tori's actual birthday isn't until Thursday!), here are my photos of Tori's party (and here are the shots of her getting her first haircut). Here are Sarah's much prettier photos. And here is a short video of me torturing my dog by tying the balloon he desperately wants to play with (and by that I mean pop) to his collar. Shot by my friend Sue. And the voice in the background saying how mean it is belongs to my mom. My friends Jim and Mark are the ones trying to reassure her that it's really not that bad.

June 03, 2007

This is way too long and poorly edited. Um, enjoy!