Fox update

Apr. 18th, 2017 01:09 am
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The Fox cub is six months old!

A recent habit they've picked up is creaking very loudly in their sleep. It sounds like an extremely rusty doorhinge. It can be hard to tell when they've actually woken up and are protesting, but the creaking can also be quite distinct and not really a sound I've heard a human make before. The real problem is that it's loud enough to make it difficult to sleep ourselves.


Their weight is more average than gigantic nowadays, as is their head circumference, but Fox continues consistently in the ninetieth percentile on height. I don't have very accurate measurements right now, and won't until the next pediatrician appointment, but they have entirely grown out of six-month everything and also out of some of the nine-month. One-year stuff tends to fit with some looseness at the waist and occasionally having to roll up a sleeve. They are substantially larger than most babies I've seen them near (as opposed to toddlers), and in the new one-year T-shirts and jeans look confusingly like a toddler.

Except for the motor control. They can roll over front-to-back, back-to-front, or side-to-side in any direction easily, and can lie on their stomach and pivot in a circle around a fixed point somewhere near their navel, but crawling is not happening yet, which is apparently very frustrating. They've got the hand and arm movements down, and on the right kind of surface have managed an army crawl dragging their legs, but while arms can now move in opposition to one another, legs seem to have to move together at the same time, as though they were worked by the same lever. Also Fox does not have the idea of getting their knees under them, and will resist if put on their knees, though if placed on their feet standing has gotten to the point where on a stable surface I just hold them loosely with one hand in the back of their shirt. (I have tried more times than I can tell you to scruff the baby like a cat, and it doesn't work, and it keeps on not working, and I keep trying it again without thinking about it because it feels as though it ought to work. Sigh.)

When placed on their feet they inevitably try to bounce, too, as their bouncy chair is currently probably their favorite object and they like the motion whether in the chair or not. Some surfaces are better than others for bouncing, and people who assist the bouncing may find themselves required to keep doing it indefinitely, which is at the least a good workout.

They pass objects from hand-to-hand now, put down objects to pick up other ones, and it no longer seems to be out-of-sight equals out-of-mind, although still pretty close to that. They're not a very toy-and-object-oriented person-- people or cats are always far more interesting, no matter what-- so I don't know whether they have toy preferences except for the bouncy chair as an experience, and the experience of disassembling the mobile that hangs above their crib. The mobile is rated up to five months, and we discovered that this is because the baby will start reaching up and taking it apart. So far, though, they can only get off the parts that are rounded and easily chewable, and they really love removing those and chewing on them, so we're leaving the mobile up until they get to where they can disassemble it in a way that causes more pointiness. They like to disassemble the mobile at least once daily, along with a couple of stretches in the bouncy chair and many repeated, long, dogged sessions of working on crawling, which they are more systematic about than I would have expected.

They also want to do all the things they actually can do, which means that they now want to put the bottle in their mouth to drink, and they now want to hold the bottle. Unfortunately, their aim with the bottle is not great, and they can't hold it for very long in the right position, but they would still rather they do it. They love watching somebody make up a bottle (Ruth has stopped breast-feeding entirely, as it was not going well and everybody, especially Fox, hated it). Fox does seem to understand that putting things in a bottle = food soon, but gets annoyed if I have put the nipple on the bottle and do not instantaneously hand it to them, even though I have to shake the bottle to get the formula mixed up and this step of the process does not change.

Fox vocalizes a lot, and has many syllables in their repertoire, including 'da', 'ps', and 'pt' but not including 'ma'. They have learned that if they say 'hiiiii' when they see someone new everyone goes completely crazy, but honestly they learned that at about two months, so I don't think it's verbal communication as such-- they know 'hi' means everyone becomes very entertaining the way they've learned that bottle means food, but it's not connected to any larger context.

They recognize and react differently to several different people, including me, Ruth, Rax, my mother-in-law, and [personal profile] nineweaving. Ruth took them to New York City for Passover with extended family, while I stayed home and took care of the cats. Shortly after they got back I was sitting with them and needed to go the bathroom, so I told them I'd be right back, and apparently the moment I left the room they completely dissolved into upset. Ruth tried everything, and nothing was working, and when I got back suddenly everything was totally fine and the baby was all smiles again. So we have proof both of recognizing people and of a concept that people can go and come back, and they try different modes of play with different people, too.

They continue to be a sunny, lighthearted extrovert who is only upset for fleeting moments and who loves everyone who comes within twenty feet. They also continue to be a pretty good sleeper, although not as good as when they were littler. We've gone from them sleeping through full nights most of the time to up two or three times a night, sigh. I think it's part of the switch from newborn-type sleep to REM sleep and they're still learning how to self-soothe back to sleep when they wake in the night.

The Unitarian church Ruth goes to had a dedication ceremony for them, in which the minister blessed them and booped them on the head with a rose dipped in water. My mother-in-law and [personal profile] nineweaving came, being the grandmothers, and Rax brought some of their other partners, and it was all very nice except that I had to pretty continuously stifle laughter because the minister was getting our last name wrong. To be fair, it is difficult, but he picked a pronunciation and ran with it in the teeth of all evidence, and therefore our child was dedicated in the church under the name Firstname Middlename Wachowski Carrot. Wachowski Carrot! This shares some letters with and also rhymes with part of our actual last name, but the shared letters and the rhyming parts aren't the same parts.

Also the minister introduced me to several people as Lilia Wachowski Carrot, and then I had to tactfully explain to all of them that none of those words actually exist in my name. It is the best name error we have ever had, and I almost want to get some stationary made up.

So that is about where things are, at six months.
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