The Pregnant Waddle

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

The growling and the backwards scooching

These are Ngaire's new talents. Put her down on the floor, and you may just look back to see her little head peeking out from under a piece of furniture she's back-scooched beneath. Dangle some toys before her and the soft growling will commence.

Other new skills include her first attempts at kissing, which mainly involve wet mouthing of parental cheeks and noses. She can also sit with very little balancing help, as she did on my lap this morning while I was getting my teeth cleaned.

She also screeches. Sometimes she becomes so shrill that the screech goes silent and dogs start circling our house. All our glasses have shattered.

She has several new nicknames: Ngaire-boo, Ngaire-doodle/noodle/boodle, Boo-Bear (see a pattern here?), The Slime Monster. Squidgle and The Squid remain popular choices, and the Husbandlet sometimes calls her Squawkle, though we are considering reserving that one for our next child.

We will be celebrating Christmas with the Big Family (my folks and his folks) on Boxing Day. I have some pics to post, including one of Ngaire doing her best Roomba imitation, but I may not post again till after New Year's. In the meantime, go visit Peter's "a brief history of the last book i read." Merry Christmas and/or Happy Hanukkah plus Happy New Year to all!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

And, by the way, my verdict is: Udderly Fabulous!

There have been times in my life when I have evaluated my self-worth based on all sorts of silly criteria, from test scores to tummy flatness.

A couple of days ago, I received a care package in the mail from one of my college roommates. It contained:

• Item: One golden cow trophy, inscribed “'Udderly' Fabulous.”

These days, the self-worth, it’s all about the milk production.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


I'm getting that way with this blog's look. But switching templates means having to remember and re-create all the code changes I made with this one. Blech.

Bored. And lazy.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Stuck in my head, Part 2

So sing it I just did, to my Poetry class. Oy. Have I no shame?

Stuck in my head

I wish I could blame this on parenthood, but the sad reality is, I was addicted to VeggieTales long before Ngaire made her appearance. Today, my head is filled with "Bellybutton, uh uh, bellybutton, uh uh."

Which is absolutely one of the most wonderful Silly Songs ever. And I just want to . . . sing!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


Ngaire's got 'em. This is very exciting.

She loves to suck on her toes while we're changing her diaper, folding herself in half. This does make diaper fastening quite the challenge, but it's oh so cute and thus totally worth it.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Nose to the grindstone

The new typical day:

5:22—The alarm goes off.
5:30—I get up, toss on several layers of clothes, slippers, blankets, etc. in the dark, and proceed to the kitchen, where I make tea and attempt to express more than 3 ounces of milk (side note: methinks attempting a diet while breastfeeding is not working for my milk supply) (Second side note: since writing the above, I have abandoned the diet, and my milk supply is back up. Hallelujah!).
6:00—I wake up the Husbandlet.
6:30—Husbandlet, self, and buntinged baby pile into car. Breakfast (bagels, coffee and tea) is consumed en route.
7:00—Arrive at parents’ house. Baby is exchanged for my father.
7:10—Arrive at high school. Father and self disembark; Husbandlet toodles off to torture clams.
12:33-1:05—More teachin’.
1:05—Dash out to parking lot to retrieve the Squid from her grandmama. Dash back in in what is fervently hoped to be an unobtrusive manner. Conceal Squid in classroom for remainder of school day. (We are trying to ease the childcare transition by minimizing mama-child separation for the first few weeks. I have a planning period during fourth block. There you have it.)
3:05—Exit school. Proceed to parental lodgings.
4:30ish—Husbandlet arrives and the Squid and I pile back into the car to go home.
5:00ish-bedtime—various chores are done, food is consumed, after-dinner activities are performed, showers are taken, and snuggling and sleep recommence.

Ngaire seems to be adjusting all right to the new normal. A reliable source (my mother) reports that she (the baby, not my mother) is averaging about an hour and a half of crying or fussing a day, which isn’t all that bad. I do miss the little one most atrociously; not to mention—the guilt, the guilt! But the teachin’ is fun. And we’re keeping an eye on Ngaire for Horrible Personality Changes, which have thus far not materialized. So, good all round.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Ngaire developments

At roughly 4.5 months (at some point I dropped the week-counting with a crash), Ngaire has added a few tricks to her repertoire. She now:

* Reaches out her arms to be picked up or transferred from one adoring subject to another.

* Giggles throatily when I blow zerbers on her tummy.

* Is more proficient at ExerSaucering.

* Can stand the rigors of Tummy Time for longer periods without complaint.

* Gazes intensely at all that strange Eating that goes on around here (solid food, here we come!) (Though I am stubbornly determined to wait until she's six months, if she'll let me.)

* Can take a few steps with someone holding her hands (though she only walks backwards for some reason).

* Has discovered the squawk-amplifying qualities of a cup.

* Growls while she gnaws on things.

She is currently laughing and warbling in her ExerSaucer.

Back to work on Monday for me--pray for us all!