We have a tooth! It’s just barely cut through and we can’t really see it yet, but we can feel that it’s there. No wonder Ms. Fussypaws has been so, well, fussy lately.
Kirianna has been in her own room for about two weeks. That’s going.. not so well. The first night was rough – it was a new bed for her as well, since she’s in Tristan’s old crib instead of the Arms Reach bassinet. Then she slept through the night for maybe a couple of days. Since then, she has been up every freaking four hours or less. I’m getting really shitty sleep and it’s making me feel like hell. We’ve all been sick off and on for the past couple of weeks as well, so that probably contributes to Kirianna’s nighttime parties. For the most part, she cries to be fed, sucks for twenty minutes, and then goes back to sleep; once in a while, though, she wants to be up for an hour or so. And ‘up’ doesn’t mean I can plop her in the crib – it means that I have to lie next to her while she occupies herself doing something that probably is bumping me. Very much like her brother.
Since I felt the tooth, I busted out the Tylenol and hope that has some effect on her sleeping pattern. Seriously.
She’s also, like big brother, trying to learn to crawl and stand up at the same time. She’s getting pretty crafty at pulling herself up on tables and people, and she can switch between seated and lying position when she wants to (no more worrying about her hitting her head suddenly when sitting!).
Either yesterday or the day before, she started giving high-fives. She’s not really consistent on responding to it as an instruction yet, but she’s delivered a couple of times on command. She does it about three times and looks SO very pleased when praised for it.