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I set up the Baby Containment Device today, in a fit of "Oh my gods I can't cope." (Bonus revelation: if I give her food when she's in the BCD, the cats can't steal it. Arthur just mopes mournfully outside and presses his face into the mesh, at which point she pokes him in the nose.)

This puts her in a position where, if the door to the bathroom is open, she can peeeeer into the bathroom. As this is One Of The Places The Parents Vanish Into Regularly, this is very exciting. Thus, the happy "I see you!" face peered at me through the mesh.

Now, a while back she figured out that she could lean around objects to see people and peekaboo at them. And that people would sometimes lean to behind furniture, laptops, etc. to peekaboo with her.

I often do a few rounds of peekaboo before ducking into the loo in order to make the whole vanishing thing less upsetting.

So....

Round happy babyface peers at me.

Baby leeeeans to one side, still watching me through the mesh.

Baby straightens up! Peekaboo!

Then she did it to the other side....

Baby Card Sharp Crawls for Aces

(YouTube.)

artan_eter just wandered in with KJ and said, "So, it's kind of meta, but she won't eat food, but she will eat the food processor."

Baby was gnawing on the lid to the Cuisinart.



In other news, there were ducks swimming in my backyard today, I am told.

19:53:52 * Kiya changes nickname to 1111
19:53:58 ‹1111› 3GW
19:54:24 * 1111 changes nickname to Kiya
19:54:28 ‹Kiya› œT3333333333333332
19:54:31 ‹meej› Cat, or lamprey?
19:54:32 ‹eemp› Hi baby. :3
19:54:36 ‹Cal› This is awesome.
19:54:38 ‹Kiya› 52QXZŒ5UT555RRRRRRRRRRRR F
19:54:40 ‹Kiya› EW
19:55:12 ‹Kiya› 21
19:55:32 ‹Kiya› a1
19:56:22 ‹Kiya› And you wouldn't believe the stuff she isn't managing to send through.
19:57:05 ‹Sciosa› Lamprey is so clever. She will need her own chat nickname is no time.
19:57:13 ‹Odile› Awww! ^^
19:58:42 ‹Kiya› e5rrrdx
19:59:25 ‹Kiya› ... I seriously just handed her a USB keyboard so she'd let me type.
19:59:37 ‹Sciosa› Need a few more vowels, there, Lamprey. I know, they are spaced at inconvenient distances on the keyboard.
19:59:41 ‹meej› MOM LOOK MOM LOOK, THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE
19:59:44 ‹eemp› 8D
20:00:12 ‹Kiya› I think she'd need to be able to reach more of the keyboard for that. She was, as you could probably tell, mostly hitting the left.
20:01:35 ‹Sciosa› I await the day that Lamprey learns to type coherently. I am sure that she will have many words of wisdom to impart.


(It was notably more chaotic on my end than it appears. She also navigated off the chat window several times, attempted to bookmark it thrice, kept toggling between Opera and the OSX Dashboard, and turned the screen brightness up and down a lot. And some of the great stuff - like the one with a capital omega in it - got vanished in her websurfing.)

Here is the scene:

After a restless and anxious night, mother and baby are sprawled in the master bed, carefully hemmed in with pillows for safety. Baby has finally settled down to not thrashing constantly, though there is a little space between them because baby kicks like a mule.

Mother, hazed and so exhausted that when she closes her eyes she feels like everything in the world reduces to wireframe and starts to spin giddily around her head, squints blearily at sleeping baby.

Sleeping baby rolls onto her side.

Baby's arms come up, blindly groping, her eyes unopened, flailing with silent, toothless menace. The arms claw forward, grasp, the roll moves a little further.

TIny hands close around a nipple.

The mouth opens ....


(Infancy: the Zombie Movie. Booooooooooooooooooobs.)

Tinyrages, tinyrages
Time to get your tinyrages
Time to get your howling and your thrashing!

You can play with tinyrages
Fill your day with tinyrages
'Til your mama does another tiny rage with you!

(If you have no idea what I'm on about, the first twenty seconds or so of ought enlighten.)


(One of the times Dad was up visiting he was bemused by us referring to KJ's reaction to being on her belly as "tiny rage! tiny rage!" We pointed out that we figured if she got mad enough she'd roll over....)

Still have not mailed baby to Patagonia.

Context: at five months of age, she made her first New Year's Resolution. It appears to have been "I give up sleep."

She apparently went from "I give up sleep at night" (except when curled up against me and nursing) to "I gave up sleep" today. I just got her to go down for a nap.

She has been up since 8:30. Except for one 'dozed off in the bouncer and woke up when artan_eter moved' and one fifteen minute nap that ended in inexplicable, inconsolable screaming.

Mama is tired.

... and wants a pizza.

"There is no [KJ]. There is only Drool."

Yesterday KJ and I mustered our first open social engagement (as opposed to going to games) since she was born, heading down to Diesel to hang out with nex0s for a few hours and meet her small person (a little older than KJ).

Because this was at the same time as the polyboston social, many other people got a chance to meet KJ, including but not limited to: sunspiral, rigel, a coraline's fellow (dunno his LJ handle if any exists), a person who prefers anonymity in public posts of a certain type (hi, you know who you are!), various other attendees of the social, and also got a stray wave from mindways, who was there for unrelated reasons and left to do Secret Agent Stuff. ;)

I had a nice mug of the Diesel's chai (which I am unreasonably fond of), and did not let KJ steal it from me (it was at that point not hot anymore, but even so, she had a nice grip on the mug's handle there). She was so excited by all the noise, lights, and random people that she neglected to complain about the condition of her diaper for quite some time, which made her reasonably low-maintenance.

When she started getting overloaded, I bundled her up and hiked around the corner to Davis Square Martial Arts for the tail end of the tai chi class, and thus she got to meet the instructors and classmates. Then we went home, and she slept hard.

A good day.