First Things Second
This is actually the second post of the day (even though the dates are off because it's after midnight), but the one I wanted to show at the top of the blog. Hence the title. Following closely behind this blog entry is another one about our recent trip to Michigan.
You may remember that on Monday, October 16 we had Sydney's six-month check up. That was the day before we were flying to Michigan and I didn't get to post her vital statistics before we left.
Sydney was 35 and one-half inches long. That's a half-inch shorter than three feet. I had someone tell me that a good way to guess how tall a child is going to grow is to take their height at two years and double it. We're still a little over five months away from that appointment, but it's a pretty safe bet that using that formula means Sydney will grow up to be over six feet tall.
Her weight was 27 pounds, 14 ounces. Her weight was in the 85th percentile. Her height was in the 95th percentile with an arrow up next to it.
Her head circumference was 49.5 centimeters. That is also in the 95th arrow up percentile.
Monday after her appointment Sydney took a nap while we started packing for the trip. When she woke up we went into her room and started getting her clothes ready. After I changed her diaper Sydney walked on her knees over to her crib. She pulled on the tail of her Tigger to try to get him out. Between the slats of the crib didn't work and I picked him up and handed him to her.
Sydney then pulled on her blanket. That got bunched between the slats, too, so I got that and handed it to her. Her Pooh was on the far side of the crib. She just pointed at him and gave the "I want that but can't get it" whine. I got that for her, too.
Once she had all three items she went over to her giant bear. She made an impromptu nest and snuggled up. I ran off to get the camera.
I did stage Pooh and Tigger so they were in the picture better, but everything else was pure Sydney. After that she just kicked back and watched us gather her clothes up for packing.
While in Michigan Sydney generally got less sleep at night than she normally does. If she got two naps they were both short. If she got one it was medium length. So when we got back she was tired for several days and took extra long naps.
By the end of the week Sydney was back on schedule and full of energy. Then the darnedest thing happened on Friday morning.
Sydney was playing and I was lounging on the couch. I decided it was about time for me to head up and get ready for work. Sydney decided she wanted to stand up.
Sydney planted her right foot down and pushed herself up. She was in the middle of the floor and had no support. She got mostly vertical. Her left leg didn't get straight and she was on her toes/the top of her left foot. She fell back down.
But she did it again right away. And then again. And again and again. She did it five times and managed to stand on her own for a couple seconds at least two of the times. I clapped and gave her encouragement for doing it and she was very proud of herself. Trying to help her stand didn't lead anywhere, though. She was done.
I told Anne about it and Anne reported that Friday evening she tried it a couple more times with about the same success.
Sydney has also finally figured out how to get up on the couch by herself. She still wants help about half the time, but she is very capable of doing it herself. (Some factors that limit her, I think, are how tired she is and what she's wearing. If she can't move freely enough she can't lift her leg up to the cushion. And sometimes she just doesn't want to do it on her own. But if we pretend we're not paying attention to her she usually gets up pretty quickly.)
Maybe more importantly, Sydney has learned how to get off the couch by herself without taking a forward somersault off the edge. She will either slide down while lying on her back and then sit up at the edge and push off until her feet hit or she will slide down from her stomach. Sometimes she will do a combination of everything until she manages to get down.
On Saturday we practiced standing with Sydney some more. At one point Anne stood her up and then took her hands away. Sydney stood up on her own for several seconds. She looked at me, shuffled her feet and took three almost-steps toward me before flopping down.
We all smiled and cheered. Anne and I said, "You did it, Sydney. You did it," several times to her.
Sydney said, "I did it."
We weren't sure if she really said that. Maybe she was just mocking what we said. Except she said "I" instead of "you." Or maybe it was just babble that sounded like what we thought she said. But then she said it again so we knew she really said it and that she was really proud of herself.
Later on Saturday after being refreshed with a nap and meal we tried standing and walking again. Sydney didn't want much to do with it. She will walk around with our help. She has her hands in the air holding onto our hands. If we try to let go with even one hand she will just stop moving until she can grab hold again.
After a few unsuccessful attempts Anne took her out to the front room to play the piano. After Sydney was done with that Anne walked her back into the family room. I was watching television. Sydney walked in with her hands in the air holding Anne's hands. Halfway in Anne said, "Do you want to walk to Daddy?" She let go of Sydney's hands and Sydney walked almost five feet over to me. I held out my hands to catch her and pulled back slowly as she advanced.
Again she was very happy with herself. And we were very happy with her. We practiced some more with her and she walked a little bit, but nowhere near as well as she did those first five feet.
It wasn't until Sunday when we practiced a little more with her that we got a good attempt video taped.
I think Grandma B might be coming for a visit in a little over a week right at the right time. There's going to be an explosion of walking here very soon.
And last, but not least, for those wondering what Sydney will be for Halloween...
That's a giraffe costume. Anne's not sure where she's going to take her out to, but she will take her out for a little while. She's probably going to go in the wagon. The stroller doesn't seem right for trick or treating and the walking isn't progressing that quickly. (And I'll be working in case you were wondering.)
Don't forget to read the next entry below this one about our recent trip to Michigan.
You may remember that on Monday, October 16 we had Sydney's six-month check up. That was the day before we were flying to Michigan and I didn't get to post her vital statistics before we left.
Sydney was 35 and one-half inches long. That's a half-inch shorter than three feet. I had someone tell me that a good way to guess how tall a child is going to grow is to take their height at two years and double it. We're still a little over five months away from that appointment, but it's a pretty safe bet that using that formula means Sydney will grow up to be over six feet tall.
Her weight was 27 pounds, 14 ounces. Her weight was in the 85th percentile. Her height was in the 95th percentile with an arrow up next to it.
Her head circumference was 49.5 centimeters. That is also in the 95th arrow up percentile.
Monday after her appointment Sydney took a nap while we started packing for the trip. When she woke up we went into her room and started getting her clothes ready. After I changed her diaper Sydney walked on her knees over to her crib. She pulled on the tail of her Tigger to try to get him out. Between the slats of the crib didn't work and I picked him up and handed him to her.
Sydney then pulled on her blanket. That got bunched between the slats, too, so I got that and handed it to her. Her Pooh was on the far side of the crib. She just pointed at him and gave the "I want that but can't get it" whine. I got that for her, too.
Once she had all three items she went over to her giant bear. She made an impromptu nest and snuggled up. I ran off to get the camera.
I did stage Pooh and Tigger so they were in the picture better, but everything else was pure Sydney. After that she just kicked back and watched us gather her clothes up for packing.
While in Michigan Sydney generally got less sleep at night than she normally does. If she got two naps they were both short. If she got one it was medium length. So when we got back she was tired for several days and took extra long naps.
By the end of the week Sydney was back on schedule and full of energy. Then the darnedest thing happened on Friday morning.
Sydney was playing and I was lounging on the couch. I decided it was about time for me to head up and get ready for work. Sydney decided she wanted to stand up.
Sydney planted her right foot down and pushed herself up. She was in the middle of the floor and had no support. She got mostly vertical. Her left leg didn't get straight and she was on her toes/the top of her left foot. She fell back down.
But she did it again right away. And then again. And again and again. She did it five times and managed to stand on her own for a couple seconds at least two of the times. I clapped and gave her encouragement for doing it and she was very proud of herself. Trying to help her stand didn't lead anywhere, though. She was done.
I told Anne about it and Anne reported that Friday evening she tried it a couple more times with about the same success.
Sydney has also finally figured out how to get up on the couch by herself. She still wants help about half the time, but she is very capable of doing it herself. (Some factors that limit her, I think, are how tired she is and what she's wearing. If she can't move freely enough she can't lift her leg up to the cushion. And sometimes she just doesn't want to do it on her own. But if we pretend we're not paying attention to her she usually gets up pretty quickly.)
Maybe more importantly, Sydney has learned how to get off the couch by herself without taking a forward somersault off the edge. She will either slide down while lying on her back and then sit up at the edge and push off until her feet hit or she will slide down from her stomach. Sometimes she will do a combination of everything until she manages to get down.
On Saturday we practiced standing with Sydney some more. At one point Anne stood her up and then took her hands away. Sydney stood up on her own for several seconds. She looked at me, shuffled her feet and took three almost-steps toward me before flopping down.
We all smiled and cheered. Anne and I said, "You did it, Sydney. You did it," several times to her.
Sydney said, "I did it."
We weren't sure if she really said that. Maybe she was just mocking what we said. Except she said "I" instead of "you." Or maybe it was just babble that sounded like what we thought she said. But then she said it again so we knew she really said it and that she was really proud of herself.
Later on Saturday after being refreshed with a nap and meal we tried standing and walking again. Sydney didn't want much to do with it. She will walk around with our help. She has her hands in the air holding onto our hands. If we try to let go with even one hand she will just stop moving until she can grab hold again.
After a few unsuccessful attempts Anne took her out to the front room to play the piano. After Sydney was done with that Anne walked her back into the family room. I was watching television. Sydney walked in with her hands in the air holding Anne's hands. Halfway in Anne said, "Do you want to walk to Daddy?" She let go of Sydney's hands and Sydney walked almost five feet over to me. I held out my hands to catch her and pulled back slowly as she advanced.
Again she was very happy with herself. And we were very happy with her. We practiced some more with her and she walked a little bit, but nowhere near as well as she did those first five feet.
It wasn't until Sunday when we practiced a little more with her that we got a good attempt video taped.
I think Grandma B might be coming for a visit in a little over a week right at the right time. There's going to be an explosion of walking here very soon.
And last, but not least, for those wondering what Sydney will be for Halloween...
That's a giraffe costume. Anne's not sure where she's going to take her out to, but she will take her out for a little while. She's probably going to go in the wagon. The stroller doesn't seem right for trick or treating and the walking isn't progressing that quickly. (And I'll be working in case you were wondering.)
Don't forget to read the next entry below this one about our recent trip to Michigan.
posted by Tah at 12:23 AM
3 Comments:
A giraffe. Now that seems appropriate.
prev comment left from Aunt Helena
yeah. i was going to note the same comment. Yay for walking!!
Nicholas could walk way before he actually did. it was mostly a confidence thing--he was really afraid of falling, and needed to hold at least one hand for a long time.
I wonder if her being so tall makes it harder for her to walk--center of gravity and all?
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