In the last week...

So much has happened in the last week or so that is bloggable.

Object Permanence. I've read about this in many a baby book and developmental stage website. It's where babies start to learn that just because an object is gone it hasn't disappeared completely. Animalia had started to know this awhile ago. She'd sit on her high chair. Throw something. Look longingly at the thrown object. And we'd give it back to her. And peek-a-boo has been played in our house for ages. But lately, she REALLY KNOWS. I can no longer hide the remote control behind me and give her a distraction toy. She'll just crawl over the thing meant to distract her in order to find the remote behind me. I can't leave her with her Da if what she really wants is Mama. She'll just try to follow me to another room, wailing dramatically with the rhythm of her crawling. She just knows where things/people/pets are once they've left her sight.

You're just an udder. This was boymagnet's response to the following story. The other day I was lying in bed, just resting. The Animalia was crawling all over me. She decided to crawl over me when she saw her breast friend. She kneeled, pulled down my convenient nursing tank that I use for a pajama top, and started nursing. Kneeling. Next to me. Like she owns it. It's true. I'm just an udder.

She weighs 19lbs 3oz. We found this out because she had to go the doctor the other day for constipation. Poor baby. She was straining and crying and nothing was coming out. She's better now after a couple of days of extra liquids, nursing and a reduction in binding solid foods. Both the constipation and her weight are the result of more regular solid food eating combined with continuing to breastfeed. She's a big girl lately. And one day she'll read this and be MORTIFIED.

She knows how to tickle me. So we've been blowing on her stomach for AGES now. It's one of her most favorite things that her Da does to her to make her laugh. Once she starts laughing she's ripe for the tickling. Mwah ha ha ha. Anyhow, the other day I was lying on the floor and my shirt was a little bit up. She saw my stomach and went right to it, blowing on my stomach. It was something of a halfhearted attempt though or maybe she didn't do it quite as well as she thought. Anyway, her Da did it after that too to encourage her (really, am I telling the whole world this?) and she got really into it. She blew on my stomach really hard then would look at me, I'd laugh, and she'd do it again. Then she licked me and I decided it was time to stop and move on to other things. But it was hilarious while it lasted.

We still make up stories about her. She's mostly a hobo in these stories or a poor girl who has nothing. Once she asked me "Mamí, puedo prestar una cinta?" and then she used my belt to strap a package on her back and crawl over to the post office to mail it to her Nina and then she crawled all the way home. All by herself.