Are we really at 5 months already? The last month has been a blur, as the summer month
s in Portland usually are.
Boy, have things changed. This month, Isla learned to roll. To lunge. To leap. I’ll be completely honest. Up until the last couple of weeks, I really didn’t understand the point of most of the straps on Isla’s various seats and swings. We rarely used them, and I sort of thought they were useless nuisances that got in the way when I wanted to put Isla down quickly.
Now I get it.
We can’t leave her alone anywhere. She can get all the way out of her bouncer these days and faceplant on the floor. She can roll herself out of her swing. She can knock herself backward in her cardboard box. (Yes. We have a high tech, super fancy cardboard box. It’s the cutting edge in baby toys. Didn’t you know?) We sit her down. She tumbles forward. Then rolls. Then kicks as hard as she can so she can get a few inches forward.
I don’t want to think about crawling. Walking is a 4-letter word. My baby is already mobile enough, thank you.
Of course, these changes have brought about some positives. Isla can get onto (and off of) her tummy, so we now do tummy sleeping. Thank you, baby gods, for bringing us this milestone. With the advent of tummy sleeping, we’re managing to wean her from the swing pretty painlessly. (For most of this month, the swing was the only way anyone in our house slept. It was exhausting.) We’ve still got a couple of feeds per night, but they are short and sweet, and tummy sleep ensures she drops right back off, rather than deciding it’s playtime at 2 AM, which was our routine for weeks.
This month brings with it a few new baby items: a high chair and spoons. I know, I know. We were going to do baby-led weaning, and be all super granola. Alas, my baby has boycotted nursing or taking a bottle pretty much any time the sun is out. Why nurse when there are THINGS! to look at? And Isla loves all the things. The Star Trek theme song or Captain Kirk’s voice? Check. The flowers on the mantle? Check. Daddy? Check. The dog? Check. The light coming in the window? Check. The…you get the picture.
The thing is, not eating well during the day means Isla needs to wake up more at night to get the nutrition she needs. Which means Kellen and I are not getting the sleep we need to be functional during the day. While I know right now, any solid foods she gets aren’t going to contribute substantially to her nutrition, I’m hoping that some food will be better than no food, and eating all kinds of weird new food at the table in her high chair provides all sorts of novel experiences that make eating interesting again. So we’ve made our purees (which I’ll talk more about later), and we’ve gotten the solid food show on the road. Let’s hope sleep soon follows.
Other things that have happened this month: Isla has fallen absolutely in love with cups. Doesn’t matter what kind. Our Beatles glasses at home, my water bottles, the drink cups you get out at fast food places, etc. She is mesmerized by them. If she happens to get her hands on them, she’ll pull them to her mouth and lick them. Not quite right, but it’s progress! We’ve got a sippy for her, and once we are sure apples don’t cause any allergies, we’re going to start working on getting her to drink apple juice from her sippy.
We’ve been to the zoo TWICE this month. Once with my parents while they were here visiting, and once with our friends Brandon and Rachael, and their little boy Liam. Both visits were lots of fun. Both visits brought good baby naps. I don’t know how much Isla really saw or understood about the animals (my guess is next to zero or less!), but she loves all the people and the plants and being outside, and lord knows Kellen and I need the exercise, so it’s a win for the whole family.
Pippin is still the best thing ever. If we want Isla to be happy and preoccupied for a long time, all we really need to do is perch her on the couch opposite the dog.
I think that’s about it for this month. Isla is getting so big! I’ve been watching her newborn videos and marveling over how much she’s changed and getting kind of maudlin about the fact that the newborn days are well in the past. I’m so looking forward to the next few months with her. Fall, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas… But more than once, I’ve wished we could go back to her first days, and I could keep her small forever.
Time marches on.