Ten Months: The dog days of summer

The Cylonettes turned TEN MONTHS last weekend but I got sick mid-week, and it slowed everything down. Luckily it was a long weekend so I got to recoup but it was also the last long weekend of the summer. It feels like another summer has been and gone without us doing much. Last year it was the epic pregnancy that kept us close to home (and the maternity ward), and this year it’s the Cylonettes. They were too wee to spend that much time out and about in the heat. Now they are starting to get excited about their surroundings just as the temps drop so I think we’ll have a busy busy fall.

“Sister, bears, and Mmmm lend me your ears..”

“Kiss my tanned toes!”

(Though to be honest they are just as excited about a trip to Costco as they are a day at the US Open just as long as no-one tries to talk to Naomi. The girl does not want you to come up into her face to say hello. She is rocking Star Trek’s prime directive – no fraternizing with other civilizations unless invited!)

Hey ‘omi watch the tennis!

A Southern Cylonette at the US Open

Bench babies (parents remember when they got to watch tennis)

So TEN MONTHS. WOW. These babies are crazy fun! The playing is endless. ENDLESS. Alex and I are still pinned to the play mat (hello, separation anxiety) but now we are having toys and books thrust in our faces again and again. If I’ve read ‘Peepo Teddy!’ once I’ve read it a thousand times. Then there is the picture book of pets and when Alex reads it he embellishes the text to reflect the stance that we are a no pet household: rabbits too smelly, puppies too much work and hamsters are just evil.

Competitive peek-a-boo

The girls are getting really interactive. Lots of clapping and waving, mimicking, and games. Zoey has taken to hiding under a chair in the bedroom. It’s the one that Alex keeps his rotation of work pants on so the legs of the trousers dangle down and creates a “den”. A few days ago Naomi and I were outside the “den” asking where was Zoey, and all I could hear was her heavy, excited breathing, and when I glimpsed her she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Last night Naomi was getting tickled by Alex, and when he paused she would put her fingers on her belly mimicking how Alex tickled her to encourage him to keep playing, and when he stopped for too long she grabbed his hands!

Where is ZoZo?

There she is!

They are definitely trying to communicate, and grasp language. They pay close attention to us when we speak, and have started to try and say ‘teddy’ when they play with their bear. They bandy ‘dada’ around as a happy word and ‘mmmm’ (for mama) for when they are distressed, and then they make a bee-line for me for a cuddle.

Holding court at the slide

As per our pediatrician’s recommendation we have transitioned the girls onto regular full fat milk. This is good on the wallet but tough on the girls digestive tracts. Poor old Zoey is popping out rabbit droppings. Hopefully this will clear up in the next week because the little poo marbles have a tendency to roll away on the changing table.

I was at the bank the other day and one of the tellers was cooing over the girls (okay all the tellers were) but this one said something that jarred with my embryonic parenting philosophy. She said that she had three children (6, 10 and 14 years old) and that her job was done.  All her kids were old enough to look after themselves so her job was done. I’ve had other people tell me the same thing. Surely they can’t mean it as I figured that I’ll be parenting the girls (to differing degrees) FOREVER. Just because the girls will reach the point where they dress and feed themselves I’ll still have a lot to teach them. Like how to order beer and eat chips.

Cylonettes first beer garden

Who doesn’t want to play peek-a-boo at 5:30am?

From the get-go I’ve always taken the Cylonettes on at least one, if not two or three, walks a day. It got us all out of the flat, and if I timed it right they would nap. So I walked and walked and walked. And then I walked and walked and walked some more. Over the weeks and months I came up with my preferred routes. The smoothest parts of the sidewalk, shady in the heat of the summer, and scenic enough so that there was something for me to look at.

Boats!

There are a lot daycare centers in my neighborhood (or early education academies if they want to double the price), and there is one that not only has a waiting list so long that you have to put your kid down pre-conception (yes it is that over subscribed) but it also has classrooms that face the street (transparency).  The kids are separated by age and everyday (at least once sometimes twice or trice) I would walk by and peer into the baby and toddler room.  I’d see crawlers, crusiers and toddlers playing with toys. It gave me hope that one day the Cylonettes would do something other than cry, eat, cry, eat, sleep, cry, cry and cry.

Less than a week old, and just chillin’

I know that it is such a short period but when you are in the thick of it it feels like it is going on forever. Your babies will never do anything exciting or interactive, and then overnight our living room is a crazy active as the day care center. Crawling, cruising and almost toddling.

“So much to do, and yet I still find time to pull ‘omi’s hair.”

Busy work

The girls are playing with toys not just chewing and banging them. Wheels are being spun, and buttons pressed on purpose. They are putting things in containers and in the trolley. Zoey stands over the toy boxes with such a serious expression as she sifts through the toys deciding what she wants. As well as eating the board books they flip through the pages.

And ‘omi Cylon pulled herself up!

Naomi likes to hand me things, and the item goes back and forth for minutes. Both girls grab blankets or any thing cloth to play peek-a-boo. Last night Zoey crouched at the end of the bed and kept standing-crouching-standing to play peek-a-boo with Alex.  The girls make each other laugh, and us.

It’s been months since I purposely walked past that daycare center.

“Hey mama.”

Nine Months

Oh nine months is fun. Exhausting to the nth degree but so much fun but messy. By the end of the day our flat looks like it has been struck by hurricane ‘Zomi’. DVDs and books pulled off the lower shelves, and toys strewn over every surface.

DVDs make the best toys

Zoey on a shelf

Both girls are mobile. This is equal parts thrilling and terrifying. Zoey is doing the thing where she pulls herself up to stand, and then lets go. She stands for a nano second then falls to her bum, and tries again (and again). She is also walking with the aid of the highchair that she pushes across the floor, and this morning she climbed onto the bed. Naomi started crawling last week; it’s slow and awkward but it gets her to the home entertainment system or to the other toys. She can pull herself up to her knees, and I don’t think it’s going to be long before she is standing, and edging herself along the furniture like her sister.

“What? You want the Power Point done by nap time? I don’t think so I’ve got wires to chew.”

They are both waving, at animate and non-animate alike, though Naomi is also a big high fiver and fan of the ET finger (this is reserved for only the animate). She squeals with delight when you reciprocate. Zoey , like the Queen, thinks that she can get away with anything as long as she gives you a smile and a wave. They also have a lot of teeth. We don’t have a full count as they don’t like us looking in their mouths. Apparently, their teeth are private but our aren’t as they both like putting their hands in our mouths to feel our teeth. Such crazy pumpkins!

Just chillin’ with teddy.

We have a fence to keep the girls out of trouble but recently I’ve had to extend it out to the far reaches of the living room so it now just blocks off our mug collection and the stroller. When they are penned in to just the lower half of the living room they get very whinny — especially when I am here by myself.  The Cylonettes really are free-range and it will be good when we are able to move out to the ‘burbs next year and they’ll have a garden to run around in.

Big cup small Cylon.

So we are doing the unthinkable, and what we always swore we would never do. The ‘burbs. A house. A garden. And, you know what? I can’t fraking wait. I never thought I’d feel like this but I want to be away from the city so we can have more space, and so the Cylonettes can get use to nature. Suddenly, camping trips and learning the names of plants, flowers and trees are important skills to pass on to the girls. I just hope there are some apps to help me out.

Smiles x 2

Seven Months. Thirty-One Weeks. Two Hundred and Twenty Six Days (and change).

Seven months! The first year warranty on the Cylonettes is almost running out. Quick let’s find the receipt and the original packaging, and see if we can return them to Best Buy for store credit.

Cylonettes in frocks!

It’s a fun fun time. The girls are all over the place; it’s crazy. Okay it’s just Zoey who is all over the shop as she is now crawling with confidence and “chasing” after me when I go to the  loo or into the bedroom, and did I mention pulling herself up!?! Naomi is always pretty much always right where you left her. Perhaps a centimeter or so to one side but try as she might to use the force to levitate she is still without locomotion. But, as my mum keeps reminding me she is only seven months old.

Bum in the air!

“Toys!”

This months has seen some serious upgrades to the Cylonettes hardware. They now give cuddles. Cuddles!

More

%d bloggers like this: