Baby diary: 17 months 2 weeks
May. 24th, 2020 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaAlan is a lot of fun at this stage. He understands and responds to quite a lot - "we're going out," or "would you like some water?" for instance - though for some reason, he still doesn't have a word for milk/bottle/thirsty and just acts distressed until we guess right. He's not as cautious as he was outside and is happy to march down the sidewalk by himself and explore the neighbourhood green spaces, as long as I'm following along. (He also seems to have gotten over trying to touch every parked car.) In the park we play peekaboo by ducking around the trees, and today I took a soap bubble wand out so he could chase the bubbles.
He chases birds too, though very slowly, considered no particular threat by robins or pigeons. Also very cat: he broke a glass by climbing on the dining table and knocking it off. He hasn't tried to climb out of his crib, but then, he's never awake for any length of time in his crib. He gets deposited there after he falls asleep in my bed or on the sofa, and in the morning he hangs over the railing crying to be set free. When he's sleepy, he demands his pacifier, then demands that I accompany him to nap.
It's also fun to see what kind of principles about the world Alan's derived in his mind. Now, Instead of knocking my glasses off, whenever I set them aside, he unfolds them again and attempts to replace them on my face. He takes laundry out of the machine and surprisingly tends to guess right as to which ones need line drying and which ones go in the dryer. I'd always been afraid that if I opened a window, he would try to clamber out. It turns out that an open window is an invitation for Alan to close the window (by slamming down the sash). He's only squished his own thumb once. But how to get fresh air... at this time of year my place heats up dramatically, so we're now in high summer clothes and bare feet indoors.
Hung out with S and his mom for a bit in the back alley on Friday morning, though trying to respect strictures. When Alan saw S getting dressed through their balcony door, he was so hyped he tried to open the door and go in. Mostly, we observed the big blue garbage truck empty the dumpsters of the old folks' home (S is in a truck phase).
He chases birds too, though very slowly, considered no particular threat by robins or pigeons. Also very cat: he broke a glass by climbing on the dining table and knocking it off. He hasn't tried to climb out of his crib, but then, he's never awake for any length of time in his crib. He gets deposited there after he falls asleep in my bed or on the sofa, and in the morning he hangs over the railing crying to be set free. When he's sleepy, he demands his pacifier, then demands that I accompany him to nap.
It's also fun to see what kind of principles about the world Alan's derived in his mind. Now, Instead of knocking my glasses off, whenever I set them aside, he unfolds them again and attempts to replace them on my face. He takes laundry out of the machine and surprisingly tends to guess right as to which ones need line drying and which ones go in the dryer. I'd always been afraid that if I opened a window, he would try to clamber out. It turns out that an open window is an invitation for Alan to close the window (by slamming down the sash). He's only squished his own thumb once. But how to get fresh air... at this time of year my place heats up dramatically, so we're now in high summer clothes and bare feet indoors.
Hung out with S and his mom for a bit in the back alley on Friday morning, though trying to respect strictures. When Alan saw S getting dressed through their balcony door, he was so hyped he tried to open the door and go in. Mostly, we observed the big blue garbage truck empty the dumpsters of the old folks' home (S is in a truck phase).
