Category Archives: Cello

Eleven Months Old

Last year at this time, I was packing the library/office/dining room in the old apartment, Solitary Wicca for Life had just been listed on the Amazon sites for preorder, and there were 40K words in the green witch manuscript. It’s amazing what changes a year can bring.

The changes that Liam’s undergoing are so extreme sometimes that you can see the difference from one day to the next. He can stand for a few seconds before thumping down on the floor or grabbing a tabletop again. It seems to be a case of simply forgetting to hold onto something until his balance shifts. We don’t have stairs so he hasn’t really had an opportunity to learn how to go up or down them, but he did manage to get himself up the single step in the ADZO sunken playroom the other day.

The language thing proceeds apace. He’s very good at echoing the number of syllables when you say a word to him. A couple of times he’s seen Maggie and said, “Gee-ca”, which I can only assume is his approximation of Maggie-Cat. And I nearly fell off the chesterfield one day when he was watching one of his educational videos: a child’s drawing of a cat came up on the screen, the narrator said “cat”, and Liam said “cat” right back to the TV. He can say “Hi” to people regularly now, and we’re hearing “hi cat” or “hi Da” a lot more, because these are the phrases we say to him. “Look, there’s the cat. Hi cat!” we’ll say, and he’ll say it too.

He eats so well. He loves to feed himself toast and Cheerios and crackers, although he’s not as excited about handling slices of steamed vegetables. My heart nearly burst the day he was munching a rice rusk and held it up against my lips so that I could nibble it too. I did, and he went back to munching it. No big thing, just a casual “Here Mama, you can have some too.” Why is it so moving when a baby shares food? Is it because it’s sustenance, something we couldn’t live without, and so to have someone offer to share it so openly and innocently touches us on some deep instinctive level? He’s held his teething ring out for me to gnaw on too, and he finds it very amusing for some reason when I nibble the plastic rings. Now he tries to feed toast to his stuffed turtle as well as trying to share his toys with it. He’s tried to share toast with Maggie too (of course). And in the car I’ve seen him hold crackers out to his Noah’s Ark dangly toy that hangs from the window. As for nursing, he’s sort of self-weaning: he’s just too busy to settle down and nurse during the day, so apart from the usual bottle in the morning when he wakes up, we give him his milk in a sippy cup during playtime, and a bottle around two or three in the afternoon. He usually has a pre-bedtime nursing session too.

Liam’s currently fascinated with wheels. He hangs out the side of the stroller to watch the wheels go around, and if we’re walking with another child in a stroller or wagon he keeps a close eye on those wheels as well. At the park the ground where we picnic is slightly uneven, so he can usually sit next to the stroller and spin one of the front sets of wheels that aren’t fully touching the ground. The other day we pulled the stroller up to the car, and he reached out to touch the car tire as we unlocked the back door for him. Then he got very upset when we tried to lift him out of the stroller to put him in his car seat. No, he wanted to see the wheel, and as we didn’t have anywhere to be right away we let him feel it all over, the hubcap and the tread of the tire itself, until he was satisfied. Well, mostly satisfied; we didn’t let him chew on it the way he wanted to.

He’s figured out that it’s the cello bow that makes the sound on the strings, so it now interests him just as much as the strings do. He grabs at it when I play, trying to move it over the strings himself to make scratchy noises. We bought him a xylophone/piano thing the other day and he alternates between bashing the xylophone part with his hand (not the piano part yet, for some reason, and not with the mallets provided) and turning it upside down to hit the bottom of it.

We can see his sense of humour developing as he gets older. Liam loves to pretend he’s sneezing. He’ll look at you, grin, and say “ah… ahh.. ahh…”. Sometimes he’ll just wait like that, a mischevous look in his eye, until you finish the sequence by saying “CHOO!” and he laughs and laughs. Other times he’ll just do a sedate little “Ah-choo” of his own, then grin like a fool. Along with the sense of humour is the development of the temper as he futher understands what he wants. For example, if he sees HRH walk through the back door, he’ll crawl over and bang on it to follow. Sometimes he gets very angry if he isn’t allowed to do so, or if we take something away from him that he shouldn’t have, and he lets us know in no uncertain terms. It’s usually remedied by saying, “You can’t play with that, but you can play with this instead” and handing him another toy to replace whatever he wasn’t supposed to be handling.

He loves the park. He loves to swing; the first time I pushed him he began to giggle so hard that he gave himself the hiccups within seconds. Now when we go to the park we swing for a while till he decides he’s done, then we picnic on a blanket and have fruit and water and crackers, and he watches the older kids play with huge eyes and a half-smile.

The no nap/ twenty minute nap/ multiple night wakings have mostly melted away over a period of four days. Now he’s back to sleeping through the night, and he has two glorious hour and a half naps per day, sometimes with a short catnap late in the afternoon. Unfortunately over the past couple of days with this cold, he’s back down to short catnaps instead of long naps (or not napping at all, sigh), but there are four or five of them so the total nap time is equivalent to his two longer naps. And the multiple night wakings haven’t returned (knock on wood). Of course, the cold may be messing the new routine up more permanently than temporarily, so we’ll see how things settle once it’s over.

Today he went for another research observation, this one at the Concordia psych department where they had him watch video sequences of animals moving versus furniture moving, and then watch a robot puppet show where the robot directed its attention to one toy or another repeatedly. So that makes four projects in which he’s participated. I find his development and learning so interesting that talking to people doing research on how infants and toddlers react to information, or how they learn and apply skills fascinates me.

We’re on our last chapter of the first year baby books. In thirty-one days he’ll be a year old. That’s just astonishing. I suppose we’ll have to get to organising a party, yes?

And since he’s eleven months old, the Liam: Ten Months Old photo abum is up! Enjoy it.

Sunday

We spent a fabulous afternoon with the ADZO family yesterday. They fed us, which was unexpected but not unwelcome because they always create wonderful food, and Liam got to play with TAZ and her toys, and in general we all got to relax and share good company. It was remarkable to see Liam interacting with someone who is seven months older than he is; we can see how advanced he is in some respects, and the areas in which he’s definitely an eleven-month-old. He had an excellent nap in the morning and one in the early afternoon, and those allowed him to be sociable all afternoon and let us stay till past six o’clock. When we got home, he had some milk and passed out for twelve hours, with no wakings.

(Yes, we’re rather happy about it as well. Plus he went down for all naps and bedtime without a fuss. Two days of stress seem to have smoothed things over. Cross your fingers.)

We got to share in a first at the park: TAZ climbed the stairs to the slide, sat down at the top, then pushed off and slid down all by herself for the very first time. Liam’s first was much less impressive, but something to celebrate nonetheless: he climbed up the single stair from the sunken playroom into the dining room all by himself. And it looked at one point like he was playing peek-a-boo with TAZ across the wooden chest, because he was trying to mirror her actions of bending down behind it to hide and standing up to reveal herself.

Liam also consumed the most Cheerios I’ve ever seen him stuff into his mouth over dinner. Of course, a lot of them ended up in the seat of the high chair, but he ate tons of them despite that.

Once Liam’s morning and afternoon naps are solid (and they seem to be settling in well) I’ll be able to count on two blocks of an hour to an hour and a half of work per day. Oh: and Mousme is writing a swan story based on the Bonny Swans folk ballad too! I am very amused, and also very excited. I opened my Swan Sister file the other day, but not a single word was added because of the Invisible mp3s on the playlist. It was all good, though, because I played the cello instead, and Liam woke up fifteen minutes later, so I would have just been settling into the writing flow when I’d have had to stop.

I’ve been invited to a local BNI meeting in a couple of weeks, so I have to overhaul my business cards and recreate my handout literature. It’s interesting that this invitation came from someone whom I’ve never met (HRH has spoken to her on the phone once), who thought of me off the top of her head, and at a time when I’m ready to start taking a couple of freelance jobs on again. I’m looking forward to it.

Photo Album Update

I’ve been behind on collating Liam’s online month-by-month photo albums, and these aren’t actually wholly complete; they only collect the various pictures that have already been posted in this journal. But still, for those of you who want them all in one place, we now have months seven, eight, and nine put together:

Photo Album: Liam – Seven Months Old

Photo Album: Liam – Eight Months Old

Photo Album: Liam – Nine Months Old

New pictures will be added to them as I find them and the time to get it done.

I’ve accomplished a lot of web-based work today, actually. I finally got the sidebar to work properly as well as reorganising a whole bunch of files on my server, setting up killer spam filters, and assembling these albums. Plus I practiced cello for an hour (and rewrote that damn IBFKATCS to simplify it one more time).

Weekend Catch-Up

Happy Beltane!

Not turning on my computer for four days running is a very good method of dealing with stress. I like it. It does, however, mean that I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on when I get back to it. The good thing is that it was over the weekend, when there’s generally less stuff to handle anyway.

Let’s see. My parents were in town for a conference, so they came over Friday night and I cooked a belated birthday dinner for my Dad. Roast breast of duck glazed in ginger marmalade and soy sauce, wild rice with oyster mushrooms and toasted almonds, organic spring greens salad with homemade vinaigrette, followed by a dessert of chocolate sponge sandwiched together with strawberry coulis folded into whipped cream, then topped with fresh strawberries and chocolate ganache. And my parents brought an excellent Australian shiraz called [yellowtail] and it was the perfect accompaniment. It was so incredibly perfect. I’m not sure what happened, but it all worked. I’m always surprised when special dinners work.

Band practice was very okay. We miss our drummer something fierce when she’s not there. We talked about what to drop for the upcoming private gig (we’re playing a wedding! okay, it’s the guitarist’s wedding, but still!) and ran through stuff. I think most of us feel better about the gig in general after a week of distance.

Liam’s naps and sleeping-through-the-night went out the window again. Saturday was very, very bad. Last night he only woke up once around midnight, and today when he woke up after a scant twenty minutes of nap he was soothed back to sleep, so I am cautiously optimistic. We thought a tooth had made its appearance Saturday morning, but it’s still covered by a thin bit of skin, damn it. Like the other three, now.

We had coven yesterday and wove a beautiful Maypole. We slipped the weave off and tied it into sections and everyone took a bit home. Our feast was really good, too.

I’ve been going to bed very early to cope with the sleep fragmentation I’ve been suffering courtesy of the waking baby. It seems to be helping a bit.

Reading an excess of Connie Willis (not that there really is such a thing) makes me want to write desperately again.

Okay, baby’s awake! That makes for a total of over an hour of nap this morning. Hurrah!

Criticise This

It occurred to me on the way home from dropping Liam off to play with his Auntie Pasley that my inner critic has been taking over my brain for the past three weeks. It’s been scraping away at my spirituality (why do I bother?), my writing (I have a book coming out in a month, so of course now I’m waking up at night desperately wishing I’d left something out, or included something else, or said something differently), and my music (I’ve been tame in how I’ve expressed myself here over the past few days to protect audience and fellow bandmates from my self-loathing). I’m surprised it hasn’t told me that I’m a bad mother yet, because Liam’s not napping as long as he should and waking up at night.

But you know what? My inner critic can go take a long walk off a short pier.

We now return me to my regular scheduled programming. I’m passably good at some of what I do, really good at most of it, and I enjoy myself. So my inner critic can just go hang out with the bottom feeders in the cold murky muddy depths of the seaway.

Hi Cat

We tried Liam on yoghurt again today. This time it was a success, which is a relief because this container won’t get thrown out like the last one did. Of course, I used a half cup of it making scones this afternoon. And I could make lots and lots of my special pancake batter, because there’s no way I’d eat it; I hate the stuff. But still. And he may have liked it this time because I swirled some fruit into it. Whatever.

Jan was in exactly the same sort of mood I was today, which is a good thing. There were books, and tea, and cats indeed. Liam was by turns charming and cranky. He said “Hi cat” a lot. And I got him to sleep at naptime with only a cry or two, in about twenty minutes, and he slept for forty. Not as long as he used to, but better than the twenty or thirty he’s been taking lately. Damn teeth.

Once he’s in bed and I’ve eaten, I too am bound for bed. Maybe this way if he wakes up in the middle of the night, I’ll have had enough sleep to be functional.

I’ve stopped being less happy with the gig because Jan pointed out to me today that it was only the third time the band had played live, which means it was only the second time for me. I keep forgetting that. I’m really tired of not enjoying myself because I’m not being as good as I know I can be. Part of me just wants to give it up because I’ll never be satisfied, and I don’t mean in a striving-for-excellence way. I’m just too damn hard on myself, and I know I resolved to be less hard on myself, but it’s hard. You know? So now I’m not unhappy, I’m just neutral about it.