Water demon

Since Kirianna learned to drink from a straw, she’s been sucking down water like it’s nobody’s business. That being said, she refuses to drink the following aside from a few sips to try it: milk, chocolate milk, Silk (soy milk), chocolate Silk, juice, and most of anything else I’d put into a baby. She tried some of my chai tea today, but just enough to sample. Since she’s been anti-milk, she’s been gobbling up yogurt with about as much gusto as water. She probably ate about 15 ounces of it today, no joke. She’s also refusing most of the pureed foods she’d been sucking down so well, but has been more experimental with actual solids (this is ok; you can hide purees in yogurt). She ate part of a saltine, tried some pepperoni but couldn’t chew it very well, tried some pizza dough but spit it right out. Like her big brother, she leans toward foods that are a bit spicy – her favorite things to try to eat include jalapeno flavored Cheetos and pizza flavored potato sticks.

We are down to two breastfeedings per day: afternoon and night. I cut out the morning session after realizing I could wake her up without it. She’s really freaking cranky by the feeding times, whether or not she’s eaten enough. Poor kid just likes to suck. Thankfully, she gets some practice with her straw so it’s not just on me, literally.

She spent a day standing by herself in 20 second intervals, but hasn’t been interested in it since.

I think she’s cutting two more teeth and that’s distracting her from, well, life. She currently has 4 on top and 2 on bottom.

Today she picked up a baby doll and held it on her shoulder just like we hold her, and then started patting its butt. She then snuggled her head down to it. It was seriously the most adorable thing. I should have the camera around more often in order to record it.

1 year old!

Look who’s no longer “0 years old!”

Kirianna had a lovely time for her first birthday. We did not have a big party; we don’t have a lot of “baby friends” for her like we did for her brother. We did, however, have cupcakes and a giant cupcake-shaped cake in her honor. We celebrated on the day before her birthday as well as her actual birthday. The first mini-party was a cookout with family in town and the second was a playdate with her friend Marcus who is two weeks older (and the little brother of Tristan’s friend Kingston from his class). Kiri did not actually eat any of the cupcake but she did a pretty good job destroying one with her hands and feet.

She did not take the famed first steps one sometimes takes on the first birthday. I almost expected her to, what with her timely arrival one day before her due date, but she’s just not ready yet.

Her grandma came to visit us for the birthday. Kiri was very predictable: first shy, then completely happy to be with grandma as long as I wasn’t anywhere to be seen or heard. Grandma seemed to perfect the “get baby to sleep on the left shoulder” technique, which will also be very useful for weaning.

We finally got her to drink through a straw. We ended up giving her chocolate milk and she figured it out. She’s managed to drink three times now. This is big – it means I will be able to wean her from the breast. It was quite frustrating when she wouldn’t drink anything. The chocolate milk was the pre-mixed stuff available at the store diluted with whole milk. We will be able to thin it up until she accepts regular milk and hopefully a few other things, but not before she gets used to taking drinks from a straw. I am so freaking proud of her, though! It was a very “she’s a big girl now” moment.

She had her one year doctor’s visit. Poor girl had to get jabbed 6 times for all of her vaccinations. Then she had to get poked again for a blood draw. She recovered well, and has a clean bill of health. No anemia, yay!

She’s very fascinated by the concept of “up” and will not only say the word, but point in that direction and look. She also likes it when someone puts an object on the head and says “hat” – she tries to imitate this and say it, but the object goes behind her head and she says “at.” She still likes balls a lot, but isn’t as fascinated by them as she had been. James got her to say “ding” when discussing elevators (big brother Tristan’s current obsession) with her.

Some more firsts

Kirianna had her first bike ride yesterday! We took the iBert seat on the big black cruiser bike, with Tristan on his own bike riding behind us. We went to a local park that was maybe a quarter mile away, played for a few minutes, and then got back on the bikes. Kiri wasn’t wild about the helmet at first, but she was fine with wearing it while we were moving.

She’s been taking a liking to the swings, and understands the word ‘swing.’ She enjoys being pushed about as high as I’m comfortable pushing an almost 1 year old. She can also sort of answer whether she’d like to swing more or be all done; she will point at me and then hold her arms out to be picked up if she’s done.

Kiri seems to understand: come here (doesn’t always follow this but thinks very hard about it), hold this, do you want some pudding (she LOVES pudding and will crawl from wherever she is when she sees a container), hat (she tries to say this but it’s kind of muffled), necklace, headband, spinny. She also points to things and says ‘dat’ and seems to want to know what it is.

About 5 times in the past few days, she’s been willing to try standing without support. It hasn’t lasted longer than I can say the words ‘look at this shit’ but the fact that she’s putting an effort into it is kind of awesome.

She’s finally cutting those next teeth; numbers 5 and 6 are now visible. Poor little girl is teething hard. She’d been having a hard time sleeping for nearly a week.. we were on our 100th cold of the season or so and she just would not fucking sleep for about half of the night. We were at our wits’ end and every single one of us was completely worn out and pissed off. We tried rocking her, holding her, feeding her, letting her fall asleep in our bed, repeating the process, trading off, so on and so forth. It’s kind of fortunate for her that she has an older brother who would be a bigger pain in the ass if he were awake, so we weren’t too tempted to mess with that and let her cry alone in her bed. Then as I was cleaning her teeth, I noticed blood and had a very big “duh” moment. We realized that the one thing we forgot to do when she woke up in the middle of the night was give her a dose of painkiller. I also mixed up a teething oil (very diluted clove oil) that seems to work instantly. That being said, she’s slept well for two nights and I have this odd feeling that comes from not being up for an hour or more and trying to make up for a lack of sleep during the day. (Knock on wood..)