Maranie = Mommy

A journey into every new unknown of motherhood.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

Well, this is new.

Veronica likes to head-butt the cat.

Poor Pita. She tries to walk away, and then there's Veronica, head-butting her in the side, or wherever she can get her. Then, if Pita doesn't move, Veronica just grinds her head in.

Veronica likes the feeling of the fur on her face. We've seen her do similar things with her stuffed toys. So she's having a great time doing this. Jason and I are enjoying it too; actually, it would be more accurate to say we're laughing our asses off. Pita, however, is a bit less than amused. If she were a little more aware, I'd say she considers herself lucky that she can easily outrun Veronica.

Our kid's quirky. We can't deny it. :-)

Tuesday, May 25, 2004


With thanks to Gina, a photo of Veronica (far left) enjoying a wagon ride with Maia, and Melanie helping along. This is what Veronica did the entire wagon ride: Sat with her hands up, looking around, occasionally sticking a finger in her mouth. So don't ask "did she have a good time?" because frankly, we really couldn't tell.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I think this one defines only three: "barely contained chaos." And of course, that's my Veronica there with feet up in the air - heaven forbid those toes touch the grass. (With many thanks to Dana for the photo and to Brett for the link showing me how to post this thing!) Posted by Hello

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Some Veronica behavorial indiosyncrasies and accomplishments:

1. Yesterday, Veronica fed herself for the first time with a spoon for an entire meal. It was pears and cereal, and she would not let me give her one bite, instead scooping it all up herself - rather succesfully, I might add - and getting it into her mouth. If she hadn't been playing with the food with the other hand, she wouldn't have made much of a mess, either. She ate about half a bowl and she was finished.

2. Also yesterday, she was playing with her books and Jason asked her to bring him one. So she grabbed a book, scooted over to him, and handed it to him. "Very good!" he said. "Now, go get Daddy another book." And she scooted back over to her books, grabbed another one, and did the same. She did this a few times in all.

3. She just blurts out little phrases - one time, and that's it. Today she handed me a book and said "read this!" Then she scooted into the kitchen later and said, completely out-of-the-blue, "Yes no what?" Last week, when Jason was about to leave the house with her, she asked "We go outside?" in her blurry little baby talk. (He answered with "yes, we're going outside!" and asked her to say it again. She followed up with "a door.") Heaven forbid you ever expect her to repeat these things, though. :-P

4. She loves shoes. She plays with ours in the front hallway, and I've taught her that they go on feet. If you give her your foot, she will try to place it in a shoe. Even funnier - and much cuter - she will put her own foot into your shoe, then hold her foot up to admire how it looks. It's quite comical to see her little baby feet modeling my new Birkenstocks.

You can put her in her own shoes, but she usually takes them right back off after a few minutes. Although one time Jason did it, and told her "you have such pretty shoes!" She looked at her feet, twirled them around a little, then hunched down and smiled coyly at the compliment. These all leads Jason to believe that the thing with women and shoes must be genetic.

5. She also, apparently, loves jewelry. She has these little interlocking plastic fish rings. Jason put one on her wrist yesterday, and since she seemed to like that, he put one on each ankle as well. While she removed the wrist one fairly quickly, she left on the ones on the ankles and became very irate when Jason tried to remove them. This resulted in her wearing these little makeshift anklets all afternoon - during her nap, during a stop by Jason's workplace, during lunch at a pizzeria, and during a grocery store trip. I didn't see him take them off of her, but I can't imagine there wasn't a battle involved.

6. What does she NOT like? Grass. Today we attended a Lamaze class reunion/birthday party for the kids, who are all now around a year old. As expected, Veronica was the only child there not walking and the only one without teeth. As usual, she didn't really act like any of the other kids; she studied everything, was very methodical with the toys, and couldn't have cared less about the cupcakes. We expected all this.

However, we wanted to get a group picture with all the babies, and thought it would be a great idea to sit them outside on the grass. So we plopped down Veronica on the grass. Now, she's been outside before, but always on a blanket or a patio. I never thought THIS would happen:

She sat with her arms up and her legs extended up so that only her diapered butt was on the grass, and was quite perturbed. She did not want any of her skin to touch the grass. Better yet, she sat in this absurd pose for a few minutes while we took pictures. It was the strangest thing any of us had ever seen, and led at least one of the moms to comment that she wished she had ab muscles like that.

I never expected to have such a quirky kid. She certainly makes life interesting, and I love her for all of it. She's a little sweetheart, hardly ever cried at the party and pretty much passed out when she got home from being so tired. She's pretty mellow overall too.

So that's our kid in a nutshell, for now. And we adore her.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

There are days when I find writing to be easy, when the words flow freely with minimum thought on my part.

This isn't one of those days. In fact, I haven't had one for a while. So if you're reading this: Sorry.

Veronica, for the most part, is doing well. She's actually trying to feed herself with a spoon now. The first time she did this, she was fairly successful; however, she's now trying to experiment with new ways to do so.

*sigh*

OK, here's a typical feeding now:

1. Mommy holds a bowl of gooey food. What type of food is irrelevant; if it's baby food, it's gooey. There is a spoon inside the bowl. Mommy scoops out some and puts it up to Veronica's mouth.

2. Veronica reaches for the spoon. Mommy pulls it away. Veronica reaches some more. Mommy realizes that no food is going to get into Veronica's mouth unless she gets hold of the spoon.

3. Mommy hands Veronica the spoon. Veronica grabs it with her left hand perfectly. She then flips it backwards and puts it in her right hand. She then dips said spoon into the aforementioned bowl of gooey food. The spoon is dipper-side down but backward, so she cannot scoop up anything. Mommy tries to adjust this. Veronica vehemently protests. Mommy notices Veronica has a frighteningly tight grip for being such a little kid.

4. Mommy succeeds in flipping the spoon. Veronica then succeeds in flipping it back over.

5. Veronica tries to scoop up some food. Her method of doing so is to tap the spoon, rapid-fire, into the bottom of the bowl, thus splattering said food because, as stated before, it is gooey. Mommy tries to help get at least something on the spoon before Veronica removes it from the bowl. Half the time, Mommy succeeds.

6. Veronica then takes the spoon with some semblance of food on it and proceeds to bang it on the tray of her high chair, thus watching the goo spatter even more. She then tries to scoop up the goop now sitting on the tray. Mommy watches and plots ways to clean up the mess later.

7. a.)If Mommy is lucky, Veronica finally places the spoon in her mouth and eats something. The entire process, to get maybe one eighth of a teaspoon of gooey food into her mouth, takes about ten minutes.

b.) If Mommy is unlucky, this entire scenario repeats.

8. Sometimes Mommy thinks she's being smart and grabs a second spoon, so Veronica can "feed herself" and Mommy can actually jam some food into her mouth. This works, once again, about half the time. The other half the time, Veronica, with her spoon in her right hand, will attempt to grab Mommy's spoon in her left. Her other option is to sword-fight Mommy's spoon with her own. Either way, no food gets into her mouth.

9. Daddy, for the most part, just gives her a bunch of Cheerios and various types of Gerber hand-foods - mini-fruits, veggie crackers, little bite-sized bits of turkey, etc. Then she washes it down with a sippy-cup full of juice, milk, formula, or liquid yogurt. (She's totally off of bottles now.)

10. Mommy worries more about nutrition and Veronica's ability to feed herself.

11. Daddy has it lucky. :-P

Oh, there's more. More worries, more Veronica anecdotes. But I think that's enough for one night, as I got to feed her dinner tonight.

*rubs temples*