Going, going... gone!

Help! Baby on the loose!

She looks like she's running away from something. Hmm...

"PF! Stop farting around the baby!"

Look Ma, I'm sitting!

 DS finally ditched the languishing pose and started sitting up about two weeks ago. :D And just last week, after many downward dog attempts, she figured out how to shimmy her butt into a sitting position after lying down.

She fell over in the last pic. Don't worry, my fleshy thigh I padded her fall. -__-"

Om nom nom nom!

A few days before DS turned 6 months old, I really couldn't wait any more I started her on solids. After thinking about it for a while, I finally realised why I find weaning so fun. It's like masak-masak! But way better because the baby is REAL! *chuckle* This time, the baby will REALLY eat the food. Sadly, the baby will also really poop. *sigh*

And that's the one thing I wasn't looking forward to. Babies on breastmilk have, erm, okay maybe not exactly "pleasant", but "acceptable" smelling poo, which actually adds to their innocence. It's like they can do no wrong. When they start on solids however, they become... sinners just like us. The good thing is though, you can now start blaming them after you've let go some nasty gas. Ha!

Okay, back to weaning. In the beginning, DS was more interested in the spoon than in the baby cereal (we started her on brown rice cereal just like DN). But after a while, she got the hang of it. She's not a natural greedy one gourmet like her brother though. I remember DN just taking to feeding like a fish to water, but not his sister. She doesn't really seem that interested in food. Okay, that she definitely didn't get from me!

DN was a dream to feed. He would open and close his mouth like those little birds in their nests. I also remember him craning his neck forward, waiting for the next spoonful full of pureed pear / apple / carrot etc. DS doesn't do this at all. I've tempted her with papaya, pureed apple and avocado so far, but she's not super keen on them. I mean, she will eat them, but only because it's being shovelled into her mouth. I hope this one doesn't give me problems later on!

She's almost cross-eyed here... kept staring at the spoon!

Mmtftpht... what's this muck you're... mmftphtt... stuffing in my face?

I think she likes it???

 Can't really tell huh? This is one of those smirk-smiles. Don't know if she's laughing or growling.

Boys and Superheroes

PF : See you later alligator!
DN : Nooooo... I'm not alligator. I am... BEN 10!

*slap forehead*

Hmm, I see a few of you out there slapping your foreheads too. What is it with boys and superheroes? I think they all just want an excuse to wear their underwear on the outside.

DN is in love with Ben 10. Now, he is "Der Nen Ben 10!" (don't forget the exclamation mark), PF is "Papa Ben 10!", I am "Mummy Ben 10!" and DS is "Mei Mei Ben 10!"

DN : Mummy Ben 10?
Me : Yes, Der Nen Ben 10?
DN : Mummy Ben 10, can I have a gummy please?
Me : Okay Der Nen Ben 10.
DN : Thank you Mummy Ben 10! Where is Papa Ben 10?
Me : Oh, he's in the toilet putting on his cape and pulling underwear up over his lycra tights.

Yes, sometimes we really do speak like that.

DN has also started making superhero names for himself. It's really easy. You can do it too. Just add "-man" at the end of a noun, any noun. Think "spider-man", "super-man", "bat-man" and "aqua-man". So, depending on what DN happens to be doing at the time, he could be "water-man", "biscuit-man" and even "cooking-man".

The other day, the Rolling Stones t-shirt I ordered for DN arrived in the mail. PF and I taught him the rock pose and how to stick his tongue out. Hilarious!

We also told him that that's a Rolling Stones t-shirt. When he wore it again few days later, he launched into his rocker pose, complete with his tongue sticking out and proudly told his Uncle Josh, "Look! I am Rolling Pin Man!"

ROFL!

The Chair Series (6 months old)

Yes, I am alive. Sorry for falling off the face of the planet, but I'm really struggling with "not-crashing-when-lying-down-next-to-DN-at-bedtime". I usually do all my blogging at night, while waiting for my last pump at 12.30am (ish). But for the past two weeks, I've been going to bed at 9.30pm and waking up with a horrible start at 1am because I haven't brushed my teeth / haven't finished that thing for work / missed American Idol / am due for a pump (usually it's all of the above... *big sigh!*) Every night at 9.30pm, I chant to myself, "Iwillnotsleep.Iwillnotsleep.Iwillnotsleep." Of course, come 10pm, the roof could collapse on me and I wouldn't know. Then I wake up at 1am with a mini heart attack, panicking and cursing myself. I then do all the necessary - pump, harvest my potatoes on FB (LOL!) and read the newspaper headlines (I am a sad being) - before catching up with my beauty sleep (lost cause, I know). I'm so sorry. Blogging is not a "necessary"!

But today tonight this morning (yes, it's 2.35am now), I have bumped "blogging" up the "necessary" list and will post this post that's WAY overdue. :( I actually started it two weeks ago, but curses to the zzz-monster! It's his fault that this is so late! Not mine.

At 6 months old, I think we can make pretty good guesses about what kind of little girl DS is. Her character is showing through and she's turning out to be a real sweetheart. She's pretty calm most of the time and quite independent too. By that I mean she doesn't need 24/7 carrying. More like 18/7, haha. If she's had a good feed and a good nap, she's content with lying down in her play pen, kicking her cot piano (thanks Carla!) or chewing on her toy/blanket/romper for a while. Of course, she'll start complaining after 15 minutes, but hey, you would too.

This month, DS stopped sucking her thumbs, fingers and toes (phew!).  Okay, maybe "stopped" is a little inaccurate. Once in a while I catch her doing a Cirque du Soleil and she's folded in half with her toe(s) in her mouth. Let's just say it used to be "main attraction" status. Now, it's just "opening act" status. Her thumbs and fingers? Prrtht! Been there, done that! 

She can lean back against you unceremoniously sit assisted, but because she looks like this a lot, I'm not sure I want to classify that as "sitting". "Languishing" perhaps? As for sitting unassisted, she definitely can't do that. Not even for a second. Hopefully next month, I'll be able to share some sitting photos like DN's. Hee!

At her 6 month check-up, DS weighed 7.16kg and was 66.5cm tall. According to her PD, she's just slightly below average for weight but above average for height. I can't help but compare here, but DN only hit 67cm at 9 months! PF of course, is happily accepting credit for this while at the same time pointing accusing fingers at me for DN's, erm, petite size. GOOD THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES OKAY! Ooops, was I shouting?

DS can now recognise people and I don't mean to gloat, but I'm going to anyway, haha - I'm her favourite person on earth right now! I will ignore the pertinent fact that I'm her main source of nutrition. When I get home from work, she's really pleased to see dinner me, and always bursts into a big smile and then starts hopping and jumping in the arms of whoever's carrying her. It's really quite funny to watch. After I say "hi" to her, I'll go wash my hands and she will start yelping in protest! And when she's fussy, tired, overstimulated, etc... she will ALWAYS calm down once I carry her. It's nice to be loved. :) Sadly though, DS is afraid of old people. It's really really odd. She cries when her great-grandmothers (she has three, and one great-great-grandmother, I'm serious!) carry her. I hope she outgrows this soon.

  

See what I mean about languishing?