May
07
I realize that it’s been awhile since I let everyone in on the world of Eleanor. So I thought I’d let you know what she was up to by showing you a few of her favorite things.
Apples: She’s crazy about apples. She’ll eat a whole apple at snack time and then ask for more.
Noodles: She loves any and all noodles, with pretty much any sauce. I think her favorite noodle is penne. She calls them noo-doos.
Menchie’s: She doesn’t specifically ask for it but when we are there, she is in love with her mango sorbet and throws a little fit when we tell her she’s all done and it’s time to go.
Elmo: I can’t possibly describe how much she loves Elmo. She is completely obsessed. We have two Elmo books and she makes me read them to her all day long. And she wants to watch Sesame Street all day. I let her watch it at her lunch time, but she asks for it the rest of the day. She points to the screen and says “Melmo,” “Melmo.” She also has a newfound love for Abby Cadabby. Those of you without children might not know who she is. She’s a newer character on Sesame street, a very cute pink and purple fairy. Eleanor also asks for Abby and prounounces it perfectly. When I bought her the Elmo doll at Target she saw an Abby in the bin and demanded to have Abby also. I tried to make her pick one, but she wouldn’t let go of either so we took both home.
Curious George: Her love for George at least equals her love for Elmo. I let her watch an episode while she eats breakfast and sometimes one while I make dinner. It is just about the only thing that can cause her to sit still for more than a minute at a time. She also repeatedly asks for George throughout the day and lately has been asking for her George doll to sleep with her at nap time.
Sand: Aaah sand, of course the sand. Too bad I can’t handle the eating it anymore. We’re taking a hiatus from our trips to the park, hopefully she’ll get over the impulse soon.
Bath Time: Her favorite time of the day. When she hears the bath running she gets super excited and tries to jump in with her clothes on. She whines when we take her to her room to get undressed. When she’s in she likes practicing her swimming moves that she doesn’t want to do in the pool. She also loves to eat her bath crayons, play with her bath frog that ribbits, and name her bath letters (she knows the names of a few, but I don’t think she really recognizes them).
Apr
09
Before I begin I’ll refer you to Monday’s Warning.
I didn’t write a post about this when it happened because I was studying for the bar (the first time). Friday’s shower incident reminded me of it so I thought I’d share it now, because it is an even better poop story.
Eleanor had just started taking her baths in the big tub. I joined her in the tub so that she felt comfortable and didn’t fall over. We were just about to get out when I noticed that the water was looking a little murky. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. Eleanor had pooped in the tub that I was sitting in!
I stood up and handed her off to Josh so that I could drain the tub and wash myself off before taking care of her. But, unfortunately, she wasn’t done.
Let me digress a moment so that you can all get a more complete picture of exactly what was happening to us. At the time, she was still about eighty percent breastfed and twenty percent pureed veggies, so imagine the consistency of her poop. It was not like Friday where I could just pick up a nice mostly solid piece of poop out of the shower. This was more like watery toothpaste. Great for the tub, since it could wash down the drain. But as Josh held her at arm’s length over the bathmat, things only got worse.
I yelled for him to lift her over the toilet, but in transit, poop hit the floor, the bathmat, and the toilet seat. I think it was the most we had ever seen her poop, and it was everywhere! I suspect that she had purposefully saved it up for just this opportunity. But, now that I have posted it on the internet for posterity, I will have my revenge when she is a teenager and her friends find our blog archives.
Parenthood is the best!
May
29
It has become more and more difficult to give Eleanor a bath in her infant tub. She loves to splash and thus soaks everyone and everything around her tub, which we place on top of her changing table. We also have been washing her hair in the sink so that we can keep the water out of her eyes, but she is getting so heavy and strong that she won’t hold still and we are afraid that she will bang her head on the faucet. We thought about just moving her tub into the big tub, but our bathroom is small so it is hard to reach in to wash her. So, we decided that because she can sit up on her own we could just put her in the big bath with me.
It worked perfectly. I am able to be close enough to wash her and make sure she doesn’t fall backward or forward into the water. It is also much easier to wash her hair. In her little tub she wouldn’t lean her head back to rinse her hair, but with me in the tub with her she feels comfortable enough to lean back on my legs so we can easily rinse the soap out of her hair.
Overall it was a success! More fun than her little bath and much less clean up!
