Peanut: Eight Months

HOW old did you say I am?

HOW old did you say I am?

Eight months, or six adjusted, feels like a big milestone.  Peanut seems to be growing into her personality more and more every day, and hubby and I feel like we’ve got a handle on this parenting thing – or at least, we’re beginning to.

What's so funny?

What’s so funny, Mom?

We packed this month with adventures.  As flu season is winding down, we’re not quite as skittish about taking Peanut out on the town and introducing her to other people.  This month she visited her grandparents in upstate New York for Easter (an eventful trip), walked around the cherry blossoms in D.C. (look for a post with more pictures next week), went on her first hike, and went to her first restaurant.  Oh, and she visited Mom’s office and met both Mom and Dad’s coworkers – a busy month indeed.

Sit down, take a load off.

Sit down, take a load off.

She’s also getting the hang of eating solid foods – so far she’s had sweet potatoes, applesauce, mashed banana, and peas.  She seems to be enjoying all the new flavors.  Or else she’s just enjoying spraying Mom and Auntie Em in the face with green saliva.

I am the dread pirate Greenbeard.

I am the dread pirate Greenbeard.

Our biggest challenge this month has been eating.  Peanut went on a hunger strike when we took her out of town for Easter, and bottles have been rocky ever since.  Sometimes, she’s hungry enough that she just chows down like the Peanut of old – but other days, the very sight of the bottle seems to fill her with some sort of unspeakable baby rage.  We’re pressing on as best we can and just trying to get as much formula into her little tummy as we can, but most bottles are battles these days.  We’ve tried introducing the sippy cup and she’s interested, but not always willing.  I even called her pediatrician and monopolized twenty minutes of the nurse’s time because I was starting to worry that she wasn’t gaining weight as fast as she had been.  (I’m told that it’s normal for growth to start to slow, and she doesn’t seem sick at all – she’s happy as a clam unless we’re trying to feed her – but I’m still watching like a Mommy hawk.)  We think that the continuing meal battles might be related to teething, so we’re offering a chilled teething ring, and Sophie the Giraffe has been pressed into service on quite a few occasions.

Feet taste way better than bottles, anyway.

Feet taste way better than bottles, anyway.

Peanut at 8 Months

Adjusted Age: 6 months

Weight: 14 lbs, 1/2 oz

Clothing Size: 6 months in Carter’s and Little Me.  Other brands have been retired, as she’s too long for them in the torso.

Sleep: Still smooth sailing on that front!  She doesn’t want to nap in our arms anymore, which I know is good – she really should be in her crib – but I do miss the snuggly baby who used to fall asleep on me all the time.  She’s fallen asleep in my arms on maybe two or three occasions in the past month, and when she does I just cuddle in the rocker and enjoy every second before my conscience finally wins and I put her in her crib.  Bedtime is still a breeze, too.  In fact, I think Peanut has slept better than Mom or Dad this month: when we took her out of town for Easter, she slept in a pack ‘n play in our room and we barely caught a wink all night.  Girlfriend snores.

Likes: Still obsessed with Ezra, the dog.  She literally tries to climb out of our arms to get to him.  I don’t know how we’re going to entertain her when Ezra leaves next month (Auntie Em is headed to grad school, and we’re going to miss her like whoa).

Dislikes: Bottles.  We get an easy one every now and again, but most mealtimes are scream-fests these days and we rarely get her full portion into her tummy.  It’s definitely the bottle, because as soon as it disappears, the storm clouds clear and the sun comes out again.

Just don't try to feed me, and we'll be best friends forever.

Just don’t try to feed me, and we’ll be best friends forever.

Favorite Toys: At the moment, Peanut is kind of obsessed with this very loud giraffe thing that has ricochet-ing balls inside it, which she got from Nana for Valentine’s Day.  She stares at it, paws at it, and tries to get to it from halfway across the room.  I’m pretty sure that when she starts to crawl, this giraffe will be responsible.  We’ve named her Gigi, on the theory that all giraffes are French.

Milestones: We’ve got consonants!  Peanut has discovered a whole new alphabet of sounds she can make.  She’s done ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, na-na-na-na-na, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, and her favorite sound, da-da-da-da-da.  Hubby is thrilled and encouraging her to say da-da constantly… no matter how much I remind him that she just likes the sound right now, and she doesn’t associate “da-da” with him yet.  (She will soon, though, at this rate.  Ten times a day, I hear “DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!” and then “Yeah?”)  We’ve gotten into a little bit of a competition to see who she’ll actually acknowledge first: all day long, hubby is pointing to himself and saying “Da-da-da-da!” while I counter with “Ma-ma-ma-ma!” and we each try to out-shout the other.  Ezra thinks we’ve all gone completely insane.

Quirks: Peanut is really into faces these days.  Don’t pick her up – seriously, don’t – unless you want drool-covered little hands groping every inch of your face.  She also loves pictures of babies, especially her.  There’s no better way to cut off a fussy fit than to show her a picture or twelve of herself.

Drool is good for the skin.

What can I say? I’m just really cute.

Bottle battles aside, it’s been a fun, adventure-filled month!  Next month, we’ll celebrate Mother’s Day and Peanut’s baptism.  Looking forward to more sunny strolls through Old Town and nearby nature trails, too.  Happy spring!

3 thoughts on “Peanut: Eight Months

  1. Great pictures and congratulations on Peanut’s milestones! 8/6 months is a big deal, particularly to preemie parents. I can relate to your feeding battles. My older two have never been good eaters. I’m looking forward to your cherry blossom pics! I’ve been to DC countless times, but I’ve never been there during that season.

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