For the first time ever, I spent the night in my very own room (well, technically, it’s also an office, a.k.a. the nurseffice = nursery + office). I did this without any adults present (except for those monitoring my every breath via video baby monitor--see below). Prior to last night, I had been sleeping in a bassinet next to my parent’s bed. However, now that I have demonstrated the ability to roll-over (see 2-11-10 blog entry), my parents, having very responsibly read the fine print on the bassinet’s warning label, decided that it’s time for me to spread my wings by moving into my crib in the nurseffice. They actually tried to move me a few days ago. I did ok, but Mom missed me so much that Dad had to retrieve me. Despite this setback, they both agreed that it was time for me to make the move, so they took the plunge again last night. Without Dad’s snoring, Mom’s talking in her sleep and both of their restless thrashing around, I got a much better night’s sleep, not waking up until around 5:30am (my usual time when I deign to sleep through the night). I don’t think Mom and Dad slept quite as soundly, though. Being neurotic first-time parents, they actually set the alarm to wake them up at various times during the night so they could watch the video monitor to make sure I was still breathing! Sometimes parents are silly.
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So, I was on my back in my crib yelling and furiously kicking my legs back and forth trying to communicate to my mom just how completely disinterested I was in napping. The next thing I knew, I was rolling and rolling some more. You can imagine my surprise and horror when I suddenly found myself on my belly! This is of course a very disfavored position for sleeping (and, I might add one of my least favorite positions when awake). Naturally, I immediately voiced my concerns about this. When I lifted my head up, there was my mom--smiling gleefully! The nerve. Little did I know, she had watched the whole incident, never lifting a finger to prevent this disconcerting 180° flip. I have since performed rolls on 3 other occasions (the second one for my dad alone). Each time, my parents have practically applauded, and I have been less frightened by my new powers. I’m starting to get the feeling that this rolling over stuff might just turn out to be fun given time... In honor of Grandma Bonnie’s visit this weekend, we decided to head for Canada on the Clipper: my first opportunity to set stroller on foreign soil and immerse myself in a new culture! Getting on the boat, I got to use my passport for the first time. My father couldn’t resist telling the border official that she was about to see the cutest passport picture ever (so true, though). On board the Clipper I got my own seat, which I mostly used for napping. Unlike the adults, I was actually able to be completely horizontal in my seat. On arrival, I slept some more. In fact, I think you could safely say that I snoozed my way through most of Victoria. However, I did wake up long enough to recognize that Canada is not exactly what I would call exotic. Perhaps my next international adventure will be somewhere a little less familiar and a little more foreign. |
AUTHORWhen I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years.. Archives
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