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Baby diary: 19 months 3 weeks
Aug. 7th, 2020 11:54 pmUneventful week. Lots of rain, lots of time spent indoors. We made a 45-minute foray to the "beach," but I still can't countenance Alan going into the river water.
Alan has not been getting taller or heavier, but his limbs seem to be lengthening, so he is getting more willowy? And tanned. He still insists on walking on his own, no handholding, and I've noticed him doing the slightly OCD things kids do, like step on particular sidewalk tiles. I've been trying to get him to sleep in his crib this week, but the issue is fraught: he cries angrily then poops so I have no choice but to take him out and deal with it. It's easier to let him fall asleep in my bed and cart him over. It's easy when he's very tired (as today, we had a family BBQ for my sister's birthday and everyone left after Alan's usual bedtime), not so easy when he wants to jump around and build piles of pillows and have kick-fights with me, let alone drink milk at 2am. His favourite game right now involves me raising my legs in the air and him playing peekaboo around them. But there is some "core engagement" required so I can't humour him indefinitely.
My sister always gets chocolate raspberry mousse as her birthday cake. Alan likes it too: I've never seen him eat so fast. Of course, after a dozen forkfuls he promptly threw it all up and toddled away cheerfully, no worse for wear.
Alan has not been getting taller or heavier, but his limbs seem to be lengthening, so he is getting more willowy? And tanned. He still insists on walking on his own, no handholding, and I've noticed him doing the slightly OCD things kids do, like step on particular sidewalk tiles. I've been trying to get him to sleep in his crib this week, but the issue is fraught: he cries angrily then poops so I have no choice but to take him out and deal with it. It's easier to let him fall asleep in my bed and cart him over. It's easy when he's very tired (as today, we had a family BBQ for my sister's birthday and everyone left after Alan's usual bedtime), not so easy when he wants to jump around and build piles of pillows and have kick-fights with me, let alone drink milk at 2am. His favourite game right now involves me raising my legs in the air and him playing peekaboo around them. But there is some "core engagement" required so I can't humour him indefinitely.
My sister always gets chocolate raspberry mousse as her birthday cake. Alan likes it too: I've never seen him eat so fast. Of course, after a dozen forkfuls he promptly threw it all up and toddled away cheerfully, no worse for wear.
