A Day In The Life

Thoughts from the trenches about raising Samantha and Joshua and assorted other living creatures.

Sunday, February 16, 2003

It's been too long since I've written a web log entry, which is annoying since so much has happened recently. Samantha has two birthday parties, one here and one in New Hampshire, and met many of her cousins on her mom's side of the family. She's gone to her one year doctor's visit, and she's doing great. 28.5 inches tall and she weighs 19 lbs 11 oz, which puts her in the 40th percentile for both height and weight.

Friday, Valentine's Day, as a very big day for Samantha. She took three steps on her own without holding onto anything. She's been doing one step at a time for a couple of days now, but this was the first time I've really seen her look as though she's walking -- from the piano over to Amy. Amy lost it completely and started crying. She says it's a mom thing. I suppose. Personally I thought it was pretty cool that soon Sam will be walking, and then talking. She's taken a couple of steps at a time on occasion since then, too.

Speaking of talking, she did something for the first time that really surprised me last night. When we read Goodnight Moon before she went to bed, she stopped on various pages and very deliberately pointed to different objects on the page with her forefinger. She kept pointing until I said the name of the thing she was pointing at, and then she'd point at something else. Each time she'd keep her finger in one place until I told her what she was pointing at, and then move on.

She kept this up for quite a while, going through a list of objects on a page several times before she turned to another page, and then doing the same thing again. She'd also point at the same objects on different pages -- the moon or the two little kittens -- and wait for me to say what it was, and she seemed to spend extra time going back and forth between things whose names sounded alike (kittens and mittens, for example).

It really felt like she had just figured out that the words corresponded to the things on the pages, and she was trying to learn what they were called. Maybe I'm just over-extrapolating here -- fathers get to do that -- but at the time it sure seemed like trying to learn vocabulary. Let's see if she does it again next time we read the book.

Now if we could just get her to sleep through the night without a pacifier (or with one, for that matter). Last night was a very bad night -- she was up every 2 or 3 hours. I wonder if she's either cutting another tooth (she has 4 of them now, with at least one or two more on the way) or having a reaction to the vaccinations she got two weeks ago.

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