The life and times of little Sasha have become very, very exciting. She stands constantly. She crawls like a big, four-legged millipede. She can toss around a well-ordered stack of DVDs like nobody's business. We're just very, very lucky she has not found the CD racks yet. Or the kitty litter, for that matter.
Daycare has turned into one of the best decisions I've ever made, and not a moment too soon. The last two weeks have been killer, for me; I've been in Manhattan every day, except for, well, today. I've put in long hours, and it's been wonderful to know that Sasha was someplace safe and happy.
She naps, she eats better than at home, she takes bottles. She loves being around other children. The last week, when I've dropped her off in the morning, she's pouted and thought about crying. This morning, she looked at me, endured her good-bye kiss, and then ignored me as I walked out. I guess we can say she's adjusted.
She's sleeping better at night, quite possibly because she's zooming around so much during the day, like some kind of hopped-up electron. She's been sleeping pretty well from 10pm until close to 5am, and then again until a quarter after 7. Bliss!
There is one unfortunate new chapter in her life, though. Sasha has a newfound fear of the bath. I think she stood up and fell a few baths back, and her simple brain doesn't quite get that if she doesn't stand up, why, she won't fall down again! But no, remaining seated in the bath is not an option. So far, she's taken a bath with me in there with her, nursing the whole time, and even so she was close to crying. She's taken a shower with me. Tonight, she took the whole bath standing up at the edge, clinging to my shoulder so I wouldn't abandon her in the big, slippery, scary bathtub.
There's been progress. She can be briefly distracted out of her fear with a fun toy. At the end of her bath, I got her to lie down for just a minute, though she made it clear that she was worried and that I'd better not go anywhere. It's amazing how much a preverbal human being can convey with a few choice noises and facial expressions. I've read about kids her age being afraid of baths for three and four months, but I maintain that Sasha is a smart kid and will have it all sorted out in two weeks or thereabouts.
My kitchen is: TOTALLY FREAKIN' SPOTLESS SHINY. My kitchen (and the rest of my house) was cleaned by two very competent people, today, and the best part is, neither one of them was me! Hooray!
Posted by andrea at March 13, 2003 09:23 PM