So, we moved. (Kind of like how Quick Takes moved!) We were supposed to be out of our old place no later than November 30 and ended up locking up around 1:20 a.m. on December 1. Yes, that was as terrible as it sounds.
|It was so exhausting that the baby who never |
sleeps alone ended up passed out on the floor.
We survived, though. I will have to do a video tour or something for those of you who are obsessed with the layout of other people's living spaces. (Or is that just me?)
The post office has succeeded in forwarding mail to our new place, so that's one thing out of the way. We're gradually trying to work on changing our address with everywhere else so we stop needing that forwarded mail. One thing that's slowing us down on the whole notifying-people-we-moved front is that 3 weeks after originally contacting the phone company to notify them of our change of address, we still don't have reliable home phone service. I really don't feel like going into that whole saga right now, especially since it probably won't be over for a while yet. (First thing on the to-do list is contacting our landlord to figure out who else offers phone and internet here. Then we're going to switch and pray really hard that it takes the new company less than 3 weeks to get things sorted.) On the plus side, during the 11 days I didn't have home internet, I managed to get a lot of reading done. I read Under Heaven by Guy Gavriel Kay on Melanie's recommendation. I am not sure what I thought of it. It might be the kind of book that I have to read twice. (The first time to figure out what on earth is going on, and the second time to enjoy.) But I have internet again, for now, so I'm not sure when I'll find the time to reread. Tad decided to christen the new apartment by taking his first steps here. He took the very first step on December 2, when Scott and I were both looking at him because I was trying to take a picture of something unrelated.
|Scott was holding a ball just out of reach...|
or so he thought.
Since then he's worked his way up to 4 or 5 steps at a time, or so Scott alleges. I've never seen more than 2. He can also stand unsupported for a couple of minutes at least, if he's distracted by an interesting toy or some trinket he's not supposed to have. As soon as we start commenting on his awesome standing he stops whatever he's doing, looks around, and then sinks slowly onto his bottom. His other big milestone is molars. The first one (bottom right) poked through on December 7, and then the second one (bottom left) on December 18.
He was also sick AGAIN this week (I might have to abstain from LLL until spring because we always catch some pestilence a few days after a meeting...) so as you can imagine I am very, very tired. His 9-month language explosion or whatever that was seems to have ended. The only new word he's added to his vocabulary in the last month is "uh duh" for "all done", which he already knew the sign for, so I'm not sure that even counts as a new word. My mother even heard "uh duh" once when we were visiting them recently, so it's not just our overactive first-time-parent imaginations reading all these words into his random sounds.
(For those of you not playing along at home, he now has five spoken words and four signs, for a total of eight words.) He has made some pretty impressive cognitive leaps, though. The other day I was reading The Wonder Weeks in the hopes of gaining some insight into the brain of my tiny agent of sleep deprivation. TWW told me that sometime between 55 and 65 weeks, Tad is supposed to discover "the world of programs" wherein he realizes that there is more than one way to solve a problem.
I looked up from the book to notice that my 55-week-old (52 weeks adjusted) had stopped helplessly banging the box he was pushing against the corner and was instead backing it up and turning it in another direction so he could keep walking while pushing it.
I returned the book to the library. I took that episode as a sign that I'm on my own in figuring out this kid. :)