The baby is a 10!
I should have updated much much sooner but things have been popping up lately. And there's nothing more frustrating than putting my words in a journal only to look like I vomited words from my head. Ugh!
My head is clearer now so let's begin. February 21 marked my Shamsa's 10 months on this beautiful green earth. I think I will never ever tire in amazement how time seem to move fast for her. One moment she was this squiggly little thing with her arms flailing around and now I'm having to chase her around.
She has 3 visible teeth now. Another one is peeking through the gums already. Her appetite has become more inconsistent and she can choose to down her bottle in one go or she'll let it wait. She still naps at day time and like staying awake in the evenings for as long as we're still awake.
I read that I'm supposed to put her on some routine at this age but I can't find myself doing it yet. I know...I know...but I feel like I don't want to. I don't have the heart to wake her up when she's asleep. I don't wanna force her to sleep either when she's not sleepy yet. I don't want to keep her on a rigid schedule. Maybe I'm being too laidback with her. But I don't wanna be rigid on her too.
She's very active. She crawls fast. Since our apartment is cramped and the only play area she really has is our bed and her crib, she tends to get frustrated. She plays on the bed but will try to reach out for the suitcase, the wall, the floor, and the telephone cord. Caught her several times trying to gnaw on it like a rabbit.
She would be standing up by the suitcase and yelling at it and spanking it. She'd even growl. I have to pull her away to give the suitcase some time to reflect on its mistakes. She likes playing with our cell phones and then try to bite it. I would normally tolerate it but I worry that slobber might not be a nice look on electronic gadgets.
I got her a toy xylophone and she manages to hit a few notes. My friend Chris got her a set of castanets and she would be pounding on them on the xylophone. She seemed amused how noisy they are. She's never been a big fan of rattles though.
Whenever I give her a bath, she prefers to stand up. She does not like sitting down at all. Occasionally, she would pat the water and then stand up again. She would cling to my arms. I wish I had a hand held-shower than having to use a dipper. She's not scared of the water. She has a good idea what's happening. She never cries on bath times. She loves being toweled but gets a little impatient at lotion time because she wants to get off the changing area like she has another appointment to go to.
Shamsa likes to wave a lot. It all started last month. I waved at her to come to me and she started at my hand for the longest time, fascinated at the motions. When my mom visited she further encouraged it and now the baby has been waving at any given time. She will stop and wave when she's sitting down. She will wave when watching something onscreen. She will wave when we're waving at her. She will wave while she's poking at the telephone cord. She will wave at me when she's reprimanding the suitcase. She will wave different ways. There's the closing opening of the fist. She will wave both hands. She will twist her hand like a beauty queen. She will wave whenever she wants.
Smiling and laughing has become even more common for her now. She's almost easily amused. She will laugh easily when tickled. Speaking of being ticklish, she began to kissing my face like 15 times yesterday. For some reason, she had this curiosity with my reaction. I couldn't stop laughing. It was really tickling me. She would keep kissing my cheeks. Sometimes she would lick my nose in intervals. It was so hilarious! But she remained serious the whole time and kept on kissing.
She can follow simple instructions. The word STOP means nothing to her though. It only catches her attention and she would still keep doing what she does. To make her stop, it's more effective to call out her name and motion for her to come forward. Then she stops what she's doing and crawl quickly to you.
Since she loves to stand on her own, she's been prone to challenging herself by taking a few steps. She managed two quick steps on her own and then drop on the bed. She loves to bounce. She doesn't care whereever she is, may it be on the crib, on the bed or on the lap or someone's stomach. She will crawl to whatever grabs her attention so if you're in her way, she will crawl all over your face if she has to. It's very normal that my face is trampled by a diapered butt.
She seem to have a lot more patience than before. She manages to stay in her crib longer than usual. She is able to amuse herself with her toys now. But there are still those times the crib is lava. The bed is lava. Salvation lies only in my arms. And then the demanding nature where she wants to be carried while I'm standing or walking. The moment I sit down, she turns on the drama queen bit.
Shamsa is not a fat baby. She is not chubby. I wonder if this is okay. I keep feeding her though but she's not skinny either. She does not like eating steamed potato sticks but will eat mashed potato that is mixed with chilli and Indian paprika. There's a lot of hate for chicken flavored Cerelac now. But she loves her mixed fruits and grain more. She's appreciating oatmeal too.
Her Daddy got her a pink chew toy but she much rather chew on the Velcro strap of her toys.
I was so excited when my mom chose for her a pink head band with pink roses on it. She was so cute! So girly! I dare anyone to call her a baby boy again.
She gets so happy when we're all on the bed and she's in the center and we're playing with her. I call it "Center of the Universe" time. She loves it. She is fascinated watching her Baby Eistein videos for the first 15 to 20 minutes of the 30-minute video presentation while on my lap. She would be sitting with her back straight and looking directly on the screen. Later, she'll look at me and begin to cling to my neck and wants to be carried somewhere else.
I love my baby's hair. So soft. So fine. And curly. She has this faux hawk going on but with curly hair. If she keeps this curly hair, I'll teach her to appreciate it than going through pains of getting it straightened. I have very wavy and poofy hair, I had my hair ironed and the things I did with my hair cost me having 3 incidents of having to shave it all off before I finally experienced my naturaly waviness again. I missed it. I don't want Shamsa to grow up not appreciating her natural hair.
I have such a pretty baby. So cute. So funny. Fussy and such a baby! Such a girl! I love her very much. By March 21, she will turn 11 months old and in another month, she'll turn a year old. Wow! How times flies!
My head is clearer now so let's begin. February 21 marked my Shamsa's 10 months on this beautiful green earth. I think I will never ever tire in amazement how time seem to move fast for her. One moment she was this squiggly little thing with her arms flailing around and now I'm having to chase her around.
She has 3 visible teeth now. Another one is peeking through the gums already. Her appetite has become more inconsistent and she can choose to down her bottle in one go or she'll let it wait. She still naps at day time and like staying awake in the evenings for as long as we're still awake.
I read that I'm supposed to put her on some routine at this age but I can't find myself doing it yet. I know...I know...but I feel like I don't want to. I don't have the heart to wake her up when she's asleep. I don't wanna force her to sleep either when she's not sleepy yet. I don't want to keep her on a rigid schedule. Maybe I'm being too laidback with her. But I don't wanna be rigid on her too.
She's very active. She crawls fast. Since our apartment is cramped and the only play area she really has is our bed and her crib, she tends to get frustrated. She plays on the bed but will try to reach out for the suitcase, the wall, the floor, and the telephone cord. Caught her several times trying to gnaw on it like a rabbit.
She would be standing up by the suitcase and yelling at it and spanking it. She'd even growl. I have to pull her away to give the suitcase some time to reflect on its mistakes. She likes playing with our cell phones and then try to bite it. I would normally tolerate it but I worry that slobber might not be a nice look on electronic gadgets.
I got her a toy xylophone and she manages to hit a few notes. My friend Chris got her a set of castanets and she would be pounding on them on the xylophone. She seemed amused how noisy they are. She's never been a big fan of rattles though.
Whenever I give her a bath, she prefers to stand up. She does not like sitting down at all. Occasionally, she would pat the water and then stand up again. She would cling to my arms. I wish I had a hand held-shower than having to use a dipper. She's not scared of the water. She has a good idea what's happening. She never cries on bath times. She loves being toweled but gets a little impatient at lotion time because she wants to get off the changing area like she has another appointment to go to.
Shamsa likes to wave a lot. It all started last month. I waved at her to come to me and she started at my hand for the longest time, fascinated at the motions. When my mom visited she further encouraged it and now the baby has been waving at any given time. She will stop and wave when she's sitting down. She will wave when watching something onscreen. She will wave when we're waving at her. She will wave while she's poking at the telephone cord. She will wave at me when she's reprimanding the suitcase. She will wave different ways. There's the closing opening of the fist. She will wave both hands. She will twist her hand like a beauty queen. She will wave whenever she wants.
Smiling and laughing has become even more common for her now. She's almost easily amused. She will laugh easily when tickled. Speaking of being ticklish, she began to kissing my face like 15 times yesterday. For some reason, she had this curiosity with my reaction. I couldn't stop laughing. It was really tickling me. She would keep kissing my cheeks. Sometimes she would lick my nose in intervals. It was so hilarious! But she remained serious the whole time and kept on kissing.
She can follow simple instructions. The word STOP means nothing to her though. It only catches her attention and she would still keep doing what she does. To make her stop, it's more effective to call out her name and motion for her to come forward. Then she stops what she's doing and crawl quickly to you.
Since she loves to stand on her own, she's been prone to challenging herself by taking a few steps. She managed two quick steps on her own and then drop on the bed. She loves to bounce. She doesn't care whereever she is, may it be on the crib, on the bed or on the lap or someone's stomach. She will crawl to whatever grabs her attention so if you're in her way, she will crawl all over your face if she has to. It's very normal that my face is trampled by a diapered butt.
She seem to have a lot more patience than before. She manages to stay in her crib longer than usual. She is able to amuse herself with her toys now. But there are still those times the crib is lava. The bed is lava. Salvation lies only in my arms. And then the demanding nature where she wants to be carried while I'm standing or walking. The moment I sit down, she turns on the drama queen bit.
Shamsa is not a fat baby. She is not chubby. I wonder if this is okay. I keep feeding her though but she's not skinny either. She does not like eating steamed potato sticks but will eat mashed potato that is mixed with chilli and Indian paprika. There's a lot of hate for chicken flavored Cerelac now. But she loves her mixed fruits and grain more. She's appreciating oatmeal too.
Her Daddy got her a pink chew toy but she much rather chew on the Velcro strap of her toys.
I was so excited when my mom chose for her a pink head band with pink roses on it. She was so cute! So girly! I dare anyone to call her a baby boy again.
She gets so happy when we're all on the bed and she's in the center and we're playing with her. I call it "Center of the Universe" time. She loves it. She is fascinated watching her Baby Eistein videos for the first 15 to 20 minutes of the 30-minute video presentation while on my lap. She would be sitting with her back straight and looking directly on the screen. Later, she'll look at me and begin to cling to my neck and wants to be carried somewhere else.
I love my baby's hair. So soft. So fine. And curly. She has this faux hawk going on but with curly hair. If she keeps this curly hair, I'll teach her to appreciate it than going through pains of getting it straightened. I have very wavy and poofy hair, I had my hair ironed and the things I did with my hair cost me having 3 incidents of having to shave it all off before I finally experienced my naturaly waviness again. I missed it. I don't want Shamsa to grow up not appreciating her natural hair.
I have such a pretty baby. So cute. So funny. Fussy and such a baby! Such a girl! I love her very much. By March 21, she will turn 11 months old and in another month, she'll turn a year old. Wow! How times flies!