Casper report
Feb. 23rd, 2005 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaLatest obsession: brushing her teeth. She's been chewing on her Winnie-the-Pooh toothbrush for ages, mimicking us, but now she climbs onto the toilet, tries to turn on the water in the sink (she can't do it herself; she isn't strong enough) and dips the toothbrush into the water, then sucks on it. She will happily do this for half an hour, which is useful if you want to spend a detailed half hour trimming your nose hair or something. So far every time we have made her stop doing this (she has never yet stopped voluntarily) a screaming fit has ensued. mr. flea, himself a prodigious toothbrusher (he was told to stop brushing so much as a child because he was harming his teeth) is trying to explain the concept of "overbrushing" but so far he's had no luck. At least she won't grow up to have mossy teeth like mummy.
I don't think I've noted that she sits in a booster seat at the table with us now. She seems to like the big girl feeling. Not very good with silverware yet. Some days she tries, other days she wants us to feed her. She certainly ingests more when we are weilding the cutlery, although watching her eat from a self-handled spoon is kind of hilarious. She's been eating oatmeal for breakfast pretty regularly with great enjoyment (she used to disdain all breakfast food).
New words: down (I should never have taught her this one, as she says it approximately 400 times during each meal), off, tights. She brought out a two word phrase on Sunday night at dinner, as I was explaining that she couldn't have a sip of my beer: "mama cup." She is finally calling me mama regularly, and man is it gratifying.
For no reason I can see other than cosmic punishment for my joy and hubris, she is sleeping badly again. Last night: down reasonably quietly at 7:45, woke crying long enough to need a visit at 9:45, 12:45, 1:45, and up for the day at 6. The night before was similar. Tired again.
I don't think I've noted that she sits in a booster seat at the table with us now. She seems to like the big girl feeling. Not very good with silverware yet. Some days she tries, other days she wants us to feed her. She certainly ingests more when we are weilding the cutlery, although watching her eat from a self-handled spoon is kind of hilarious. She's been eating oatmeal for breakfast pretty regularly with great enjoyment (she used to disdain all breakfast food).
New words: down (I should never have taught her this one, as she says it approximately 400 times during each meal), off, tights. She brought out a two word phrase on Sunday night at dinner, as I was explaining that she couldn't have a sip of my beer: "mama cup." She is finally calling me mama regularly, and man is it gratifying.
For no reason I can see other than cosmic punishment for my joy and hubris, she is sleeping badly again. Last night: down reasonably quietly at 7:45, woke crying long enough to need a visit at 9:45, 12:45, 1:45, and up for the day at 6. The night before was similar. Tired again.
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:58 pm (UTC)