This morning, my boss displayed a rare piece of good timing, and called me while I was still waiting for my train to tell me that I needn't bother, since there's been a train derailment in NJ and he couldn't get in to meet me anyhow. I was due for something like this, though. I've been trying to get some software working on his laptop since early Friday.
Friday afternoon, I ran into some big problems with various versions of software not playing nicely together. Once I knew what he wanted to happen, I planned to work until late on Friday, and perhaps in bits and pieces on Saturday and Sunday. He didn't call me until Sunday morning. As this was the weekend I spent alone with Sasha, I am profoundly impressed with myself that I got it working not long after her bedtime last night.
I was expecting my weekend alone with Sasha to be stressful and lonely. But Sasha is in such a terrific humor now; she's eating better, she laughs more -- it's wonderful. In ten and twenty and thirty years, when I'm sad that she's growing up, this is one of the times I will cherish most, I think. We ran some errands and cleaned the house. I had friends over to watch girly movies (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and Bridget Jones' Diary, to be precise). We snuggled a lot, practiced walking, blew bubbles outside, and got new library books.
She has a new word: "Yeah." This is a huge leap in development, since previously she could only say no and shake her head, and she does not yet know how to nod. She has also been known to shake her head "no" when she means "yes." This method of verbal assent is, therefore, a critical new milestone for her. I expect a vast improvement in her perceived quality of life as a result.
I also let her feed herself some soy yogurt with her own spoon, with remarkable success. She definitely knows about the part where you put the spoon in your mouth. The part about putting food on the spoon is a little more shaky; she inserts the spoon into the container and then rattles it around. The part about getting the spoon to her mouth without anything happening to it along the way is, well, it's not her strong suit. I've also introduced her to the fork, which she finds enthralling, but she is not yet capable of stabbing her own food with it.
I wrote yesterday about Sasha's first joke. I have realized that this is wrong. There is another joke she's had with both daddy and I for a week or so, now. We'll be in her room in, say, the late morning, and she'll point at her crib. "Oh, Sasha, you want to take a nap?" we'll say, and plop her down on the mattress. She knows this is silly, because it is not, in fact, naptime, and so she will laugh and laugh and laugh. Up until you raise the side of the crib and say "OK, night night, honey, sleep well!" and start to leave the room. Then is it no longer even a little bit funny. I am so mean.
My kitchen is: in need of a bit of work.
Posted by andrea at July 14, 2003 10:17 AMThe crib thing?
Awesome.