Tuesday, October 2, 2012

milestones

Last week, a friend was asking me about when the little D had started talking more.  And I realized that I actually couldn't quite remember.  And thinking about it more, I've realized I've been bad about noting milestones in general.  So I'm going to make a desperate attempt to catch up, just so my kid doesn't have yet another reason to hate me as a teenager.  Actually, what happened too was that I started googling a bit to see what was normal at her age, and realized that she's quite a sharp little cookie.  And whatever happens the rest of her life, at least she can look back on these years and know that she was at the top of her game.

Communication:  It's in this area that the little miss shines.  Clearly takes after her mother!  I read that between the ages of 2 and 3, a child's vocabulary grows from 50 to about 300 words.  But I remember starting a list soon after her 18-month appointment and counting almost 50 words already.  So we have to be well on our way at this point.  Back then, her vocabulary consisted of mostly animals and body parts.  She could identify more wildlife than I could.  Nowadays, her vocabulary has grown to include more useful things, telling us what she wants to eat, ordering the dogs around, and answering simple questions.  Her ability to identify pictures in books - which started ages ago now, it seems - has grown by leaps and bounds.  She often knows what's coming in her favorite books before we turn the page.  She knows purple, pink, yellow, red, green, and blue consistently.  And can usually point out orange, white, and black.  This was a leap from even her 2nd birthday when she knew just purple.  She high fives and fist bumps and waves.

She makes short sentences now, of 2-3 words.  Sometimes she seems to even be using pronouns properly, which is a recent development.   So for example, if I say, "Oh Diya, there you are", she might say, "Here I am."

She's not very clear to anyone but us, and I'm not sure how much pronunciation fits into all this.  Her poo poo sounds a lot like purple, and she says "meore" instead of more.  Words that she's been saying incorrectly for a long time, she continues to say the way she always has.  Elephant has always been "yaya", though I imagine that if she were to learn to say it now, it'd sound closer to the real thing.

Cognitive.  Not sure what exactly would fit in this, but as far as I can see, the kid's too smart for her own good at times.  She's starting to recognize her name when she sees it spelled, and has started trying to spell it.  She gets as far as D-I-Y on a good day, with prompting.  She can count to 3, misses a few, and then can pick up again with 7-8-9.  She recognizes a few other letters too, besides the ones in her name, like M.  She knows that red light means stop and green means go.  She's all about organizing.  So when she plays with Legos, for example, she puts the same color blocks together, and hates when you mismatch.  She makes believe all the time now with her stuffed animals.  First, it started off with her giving us tea back at 18-months or so.  Then she pretended to give her animals tea.  Now, she puts her animals to sleep or talks to them and has them talk back to her.  "Yes, bear?  No bear, you wait," I've heard her say as she drags her bear with us to go to potty.  "Diya pee pee, bear wait."

Soon after we told her she's going to be a sister, she took 2 of her stuffed bears and started calling one of them "baby bear" and the other "sister bear."

Her memory is better than mine.

Social/Emotional:  The little D's always been shy and that hasn't changed.  She's interested in other kids but only from a distance.  She's recently learned the meaning of "scared" and says it often now when other people are close, as she hides behind my legs.  Actually, she seems to have a decent grasp on several emotions, which I found fascinating.  I don't know, seems so abstract.  But she knows scared, happy, and sad, and we've been working on hopeful, patient, and selfish.  By "working" I mean that we have a little book that talks about emotions and she seems to dig the pictures.  :)

Recently, I was washing my hands, and she climbed up her stool, saying "Diya's turn."  So I guess she gets the concept of waiting her turn.

Motor:  Here's where our kid's skills are weakest.  Well, I guess it depends on what you look at.  Her fine motor skills are pretty incredible, I think.  I was recently looking at a list of good toys for this age, and the site suggested 3-4 piece puzzles.  The little D's been doing that since she was at least 18 months old, probably even longer  She's way past that now.  G actually bought her a 50-piece puzzle with the 50-states a couple of months ago.  I'd say she's on the young side for that still, especially on the east coast, but it doesn't stop him from showing her.  We have these magnetic tiles that she'll build things with.  She can get a good stack going with blocks and legos.  She's great with tweezers, picking up something small and putting it somewhere else.  She's been able to eat with a spoon since just over 12 months, and drinking from a regular cup pretty reliably for almost a year (thanks to our daycare, nothing to do with us).  She can organize our silverware and nowadays we only sometimes find things out of place there.    

With the big stuff, I imagine, she's quite behind.  Even before we found out she had hip dysplasia, she was slow in this area, slow to roll over and sit up.  She started crawling in her brace at just over a year, and took her first steps a few months before her 2nd birthday.  She's walking well now, and builds up pretty good speed, but not running.  She seems uncertain still in different terrain, like sand and tan bark.  And her gait is still that of a younger toddler, I think, wide-legged.  She can't jump with both feet off the ground, although she seems to be trying.  She needs help climbing up stairs.  She can get up onto couches on her own, and if we give her time, into her carseat.  Over the weekend, we were out and G and I were talking and suddenly realized that our kid had pulled herself up onto her stroller and was sitting and waiting to go.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I saw her trying to walk backwards, but she hasn't seemed too interested in doing this regularly.  She can pull toys behind her (she likes walking her alligator and snail), and carry a bunch of things while she's walking.

So there you have it.  Not too shabby, eh?  I'll probably try to do this more often just so that I can keep track of how she's coming along.  I feel bad that I haven't been doing it more already.  I guess milestones don't really matter until you realize your kid may be rocking them.  :)

Monday, October 1, 2012

31 weeks

Well, I know it's been a while since I posted, so it's time to get back on track.  I guess there wasn't much going on around here.  I mean, nothing really.  The little D turned 2 a few months ago.  TWO!!!  She went in for surgery 10 days later, and then went in for a second attempt a few weeks after that.  We were hospitalized a few times.  She was on a 2-week course of antibiotic treatment that required her to have a long-term IV line (well, you know, for 2 weeks at least).  And after it all, she potty trained.  Oh yah, by the way, she's potty trained now.  And I'm 31 weeks pregnant.  So sure, nothing major going on at all in our house.  Just the same old, same old.  Each of these, of course, deserves a post all on its own, and as usual, I've got plenty to say about it all now that I'm back on track.

But first things first.  Something truly horrible happened last week, and I'm still trying to adjust.  So for a long time now, I've gotten Brazilian waxes.  That's right, I'm going there, so if you really don't want to know this about me, I'd suggest you skip today's post and wait for toddler updates tomorrow.  Every 6 weeks or, I go to a lady that yanks off all my hair down there and I love it.  It started off years ago with simple trims now and again during swimsuit season.  And what can I say, it's like cocaine.  You can't get enough.  Before I knew it, it was everything but a strip, and now I just have them yank it all off.  It hurts like hell, but man, the effect makes me crawling back for more every time.

This time, though, it had been months.  The girl I recently started going to had a baby.  A few days before my scheduled appointment.  The nerve right?  (She was great for a few stories though, I gotta say.  Talk about hippy dippy -- she wasn't just about natural childbirth, she actually didn't get an ultrasound during her entire pregnancy because well, you know, women for centuries haven't gotten ultrasounds, so why does she need one).  Anyway, so I thought I'd have another month or so to find some one, but instead, she emailed a few days before my appointment saying she thought labor was close and she just couldn't see anymore people for a while.  Serves me right for pushing out my appointment until a few days before her due date.

So I stalled on finding some one new because it's always hard to find some one new.  Some one that's good at this (though never painless.  Lately I've only gone to estheticians who get rave reviews on being painless, but anyone that tries to tell you that a bikini wax is painless is just full of shit).  So anyway, I stalled.  Then couldn't find some one with an immediate opening.  Before I knew it, several months had passed.  And I was just itching for a wax already (LITERALLY itching, I mean, sorry to be gross).

Then I got the bright idea to at least trim a bit down there so it didn't become a rainforest.  Which is a fine idea most of the time.  I mean, I have a little trimmer that I've occasionally used.  I guess it's not a big deal, though it's usually just to take the edge off until the next appointment.  And that's when I realized.  I grabbed my trimmer, a little mirror I have, some paper towels for easy clean up and started to go for it. . . Except whoa, I couldn't see past my belly.  My hulking 30+ week pregnant belly that juts out like a basketball right in front of me.  And no amount of twisting, turning, mirror twirling did anything.  I gave it a go anyway, because I'm stupid like that, botched it horribly (I imagine anyway) and promptly scheduled an appointment with the next available Brazilian waxer.  Even more horrifying than realizing that I'm at that point in my pregnancy (and have been for quite a while already, I think) was having to explain to my waxer why I was all patchy down there.  Fun times.