When last we saw our little hero, he was just starting to eat cereal and had the pre-crawl blues. This first video is right after that time. He was about 6 months old and liked to be stood up in his crib...sort of.
He also had a favorite trick that he liked to play in his crib.
Finally, the pre-crawl blues gave way to an obsession to find shoes. SHOES!
At this point we thought he was going to remain horizontal for the rest of his life. We were sooo wrong. This is one of his first vertical moments.
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I know
Yes yes, we've been very negligent in our posting. I have no excuse, since our wireless router thingy has been fixed and the desktop is back in action. So, without further ado, let me make it up to you.
Extreme close up, and still adorable! The finger chewing and drooling really picked up in recent weeks, followed by lots of irritability and intermittent crying jags. "he's teething," people said. Problem was, people (including us) have been saying that for the past 4 months. Just last week, 2 teeth finally emerged, and from the look of his gums, more will follow soon. I've tried to get a picture, but he does not like me poking around is his mouth. This is the best I can do... for now.
A glimpse into the future:
"Desmond, have you seen the Victoria's Secret catalog?"
"Huh? What?"
"The underwear catalog with the half-naked women - have you seen it?"
"No. NO! Leave me alone! God!"
"What's this then? And why is it all ripped to shreds? What were you doing to it??"
"I hate you! Leave me alone!"
(Door slams, stereo turns up full blast.)
Des loves this suitcase. He uses is to stand up and pushes it around from room to room. One day I discovered him perched atop it. Not terribly safe, but terribly cute.
Extreme close up, and still adorable! The finger chewing and drooling really picked up in recent weeks, followed by lots of irritability and intermittent crying jags. "he's teething," people said. Problem was, people (including us) have been saying that for the past 4 months. Just last week, 2 teeth finally emerged, and from the look of his gums, more will follow soon. I've tried to get a picture, but he does not like me poking around is his mouth. This is the best I can do... for now.
A glimpse into the future:
"Desmond, have you seen the Victoria's Secret catalog?"
"Huh? What?"
"The underwear catalog with the half-naked women - have you seen it?"
"No. NO! Leave me alone! God!"
"What's this then? And why is it all ripped to shreds? What were you doing to it??"
"I hate you! Leave me alone!"
(Door slams, stereo turns up full blast.)
We got a new sofa. It's orange and leather, which makes it awesome. It came in a LOT of packing material, which was Desmond's favorite part. Don't you think this photo would make an excellent recycling campaign poster? "Don't throw out those noxious packaging bits! Let your small child play with them! If he manages to not suffocate, you may then smugly place them in the recycling bin."
Avast, ye scurvy dogs! Hand over yer pureed peas, lest I keelhaul ya! Yar.
Bringing The Cuteness
Desmond loooves grass. The grass around here is full of Canadian Goose poop (ew), but this grass at Pixie Woods - a kiddie amusement park in Stockton, CA - was fresh and clean.
Desmond tolerates the park swing. he likes watching the other kids swing more than he actually likes doing the swinging. 
Crawl. Pose. Repeat. Seriously, could he get any cuter?
And So It Begins...
Desmond picks out some CDs to rip
Good taste!
So now that Desmond is mobile--and a very fast crawler at that--his world has opened up, much to our dismay. He loves cords, and no matter how many spots you tack some cords to the wall, he still finds slack to pull and chew on them. He also loves the baseboard heater in the living room. Luckily it's about a million degrees outside so it isn't on, but we don't want him to get used to playing on/with it.
The thing we realized--and was proven during this post--was that we can make it as safe as possible, but he finds ways to bonk his head or escape in a flash. Just now he was playing with my suitcase I used for New York (his new favorite toy) and he stood up, only to fall over and loudly crack his head. That is the scariest sound in the world. Luckily because their memories are only for about 3 seconds, he was over it pretty quickly. I only hope that the bonks don't cause his 3 second memory to stay that way forever!
Incommunicado
Sorry for the posting negligence - our wireless router decided to route no more. We sent it back to the manufacturer and are awaiting a replacement, meaning the desktop computer has been without an internet connection, leaving me driftless in a low-tech void. (The stupid thing is, we have a laptop that works just fine when connected to an old-fashioned ethernet cable, but I don't like the laptop. Why? Dunno. Just don't.)
So. Desmond. He's a peach! He's finally sleeping through the night, in his own crib no less. We put him down around 8:30Pm each night and he's out until 7 or 8 in the morning. To accomplish this feat, we did resort to a little cry-it-out action. The first night he cried for 30 minutes, the next night 20, then 10, then 12, then 2. Now he cries for 30 seconds at most, and then - conk - he flips himself onto his belly and falls asleep. Hopefully this delightful phase will last, because we're really enjoying it. Naps are another story, he still only naps on me or in his swing. We're working on it.
We're also more or less on a schedule now. A typical day in the life of Desmond Riley looks something like this:
7:00am wake, nurse, play
8:00am eat solids, play more
9:00am nurse, nap
10:30am wake, go run an errand or play in the park
1:00pm nurse, nap
3:00pm wake, go for a walk in the stroller
5:00pm nurse
5:30pm play with daddy, eat solids
7:00pm bath (not every night)
8:00pm read a book, sing a song, nurse
8:30pm in bed for the night
The big news: Desmond is crawling. He started doing a sort of army crawl a few weeks ago, and today we caught him crawling in a typical baby way: left arm forward, right leg forward, right arm forward, left leg forward, repeat. This is very cute, but I am missing the days when I could just leave him to loll around on a playmat. I'm afraid to go to the bathroom now - if I leave him alone for just a minute, he will invariably be chewing on some sort of electrical cord when I return.
I've got a bunch of cute photos, but they're on the camera and I usually load them onto the desktop but this is the laptop and - can't - be - bothered - sigh. I'll get 'round to it eventually. Promise!
Last but not least, today Desmond is 7 months old. Happy birthday mon petite cupcake!
So. Desmond. He's a peach! He's finally sleeping through the night, in his own crib no less. We put him down around 8:30Pm each night and he's out until 7 or 8 in the morning. To accomplish this feat, we did resort to a little cry-it-out action. The first night he cried for 30 minutes, the next night 20, then 10, then 12, then 2. Now he cries for 30 seconds at most, and then - conk - he flips himself onto his belly and falls asleep. Hopefully this delightful phase will last, because we're really enjoying it. Naps are another story, he still only naps on me or in his swing. We're working on it.
We're also more or less on a schedule now. A typical day in the life of Desmond Riley looks something like this:
7:00am wake, nurse, play
8:00am eat solids, play more
9:00am nurse, nap
10:30am wake, go run an errand or play in the park
1:00pm nurse, nap
3:00pm wake, go for a walk in the stroller
5:00pm nurse
5:30pm play with daddy, eat solids
7:00pm bath (not every night)
8:00pm read a book, sing a song, nurse
8:30pm in bed for the night
The big news: Desmond is crawling. He started doing a sort of army crawl a few weeks ago, and today we caught him crawling in a typical baby way: left arm forward, right leg forward, right arm forward, left leg forward, repeat. This is very cute, but I am missing the days when I could just leave him to loll around on a playmat. I'm afraid to go to the bathroom now - if I leave him alone for just a minute, he will invariably be chewing on some sort of electrical cord when I return.
I've got a bunch of cute photos, but they're on the camera and I usually load them onto the desktop but this is the laptop and - can't - be - bothered - sigh. I'll get 'round to it eventually. Promise!
Last but not least, today Desmond is 7 months old. Happy birthday mon petite cupcake!
Ready to Roam
This was four weeks ago...
And this was about a week ago. Gentlemen, start your engines!
And this was about a week ago. Gentlemen, start your engines!
5 Months, Still Cute
Desmond is more like a real boy every day. I can't get over how much he's changing.
Contentedly imitating a beaver.
A new, wondrous toy. He LOVES the exersaucer (thanks Shaina!)
On hands and knees - getting ready to crawl away?
(This is not the position one should assume on a changing table, by the way.)
(This is not the position one should assume on a changing table, by the way.)
Contentedly imitating a beaver.
A new, wondrous toy. He LOVES the exersaucer (thanks Shaina!)
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