What’s Going on With Cecelia?

I haven’t posted much here lately, as I expected would happen and is obvious by glancing at the posts. When you have to choose between spending time with your daughter and working on another website, the choice is easy, even when the website is about her. So that’s my excuse.

Another way to put that is it’s tough keeping up with her and her developments and time is very scarce these days. Every day is something new, and she does something incredible. If I tried to memorialize it all, I’d miss it all. I am taking tons of photos and video and saving them all over the place for safety. Editing and processing them is a project for the future. I post some of the better ones on Facebook, Instagram and Vimeo but those are a small fraction of the what’s in the vault already.

Some highlights of her vocabulary now include cheese, keys, please, etc… Yak, most every animal sound, and naming fruits and vegetables. A lot more that she either uses to navigate through life (like “up,” “stuck” and so on) or has learned from her books, but as I said earlier, it comes at you fast. She was about to try and head out the front door on a mission only known to her(which is childproofed), paused, went to the basket by the door and said “keys.” I asked if she just said “keys?” and she replied “Yep. Keys.” Cute and memorable, but these things happen at an increasingly rapid pace these days. She’s really developing fast. Even physically, she’s big and strong and not afraid to flaunt it. She’ll pick up her sit & spin with one hand and tote it around the room like a giant dumbbell.

She’s very coordinated and interested in the outdoors and athletics, which are traits I like of course. She was chasing a golf ball around the yard with a pitching wedge this afternoon in fact. And a huge blue exercise ball she pushes up the hill and around the yard and kicks around like a soccer ball. And was obsessed with a yellow Nerf football in our neighbor’s yard for months. Still is, I think even though it hasn’t been out there in forever.

She also likes to explore the wilderness, which I also like. We go look at bumblebees, ants, flowers, beetles, ladybugs, spiders and webs, wild strawberries, and whatever else we see on our short walks. Cecelia wants to hug and kiss them all and be cute with them. She does that with nearly everything in fact. We also go on hikes in the nearby park.

Nearly everything. She’ll be nice to Annie at times, but others is really rough with her or unreasonable. Very bossy. Poor Annie’s blind, deaf and has rickety hips, so a 1 year old pushing her around probably isn’t fun for Annie at all. It’s constant with them though. And then Cecelia acts terrified whenever Annie comes up the stairs or walks nearby for no reason. Just sometimes, though. She’s schizo with Annie in other words.

I’m weaning her from having bottles all night while Casey and Megan are out of town. Neither of us are enjoying it.

 

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Cecelia has some trouble with her sense of proportion. Loves to try and get big things into spaces her little finger wouldn’t fit into. When you’re growing like a weed and 1, it’s understandable.

So Much To Do

Quick update on SCM

Cecelia’s been a busy girl, as have her parents, so the website’s a little dusty. But there’s material to contribute, just not enough time.

Cecelia’s vocabulary is expanding noticeably now. She went through a brief period last week with a cold and a molar coming in that was causing some major distress, but other than that, she’s healthy as a horse. She’s getting stronger, which of course is good, and more strong-willed, which can be good and can be bad. Regulating it is the trick. She’s discovered “drawing” which is exciting to me because that leads to writing and artistry of other sorts. I’m eager to see how her mind works. She’s super-smart, which she demonstrates all the time with understanding what Casey and I say to her. I already thought she was pretty smart, but now I think I was vastly underestimating her before. If she got Casey’s brains, we’ll be in good shape.

She’s about to get a pile of Christmas presents and has been enjoying the Christmas season. Lots of reflective, shiny baubles laying around, to insert into mouths, and new, fun toys like manger scenes and snowmen and silver bells and all sorts of Christmas crap. A lot of Christmas cookies, too.

She’s in full-on toddler-mode now. She acts like a baby sometimes when it’s time for bed, but that’s a security issue that we’re addressing. Otherwise, she has the toddler all in her. I’ve been having a ball spending time with her, and she’s been in a fantastic mood, despite the vexation by the erupting molar. Lots of playing and learning and exploring. With the temperatures being as cold as they are we’ve been watching a lot of Peppa Pig together, which we both enjoy. It’s a funny show that transcends little kids, which is rare for that genre. Most kids’ shows are garbage. And they’re getting churned out like sausage with the technology behind them and the money that can be made. But if Cecelia grows up with a British accent, that’s where it’s coming from. And the oinking.

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Cecelia Report

What’s Cecelia up to?

It’s been a while since a post, and quite a bit has been going on with Cecelia. Nothing Earth-shattering, but some things worth noting. She still likes to call pretty much any animal a dog. Obsessed with dog. Which is fine. WAY better than “cat.”

Her cousins Drew and Henry visited for around a week last week, so she was busy playing with them and hanging out. A trip to the zoo, a hike I believe, and lots of activity. She stays busy, which is great. She’s super-curious and observant.

Something I’ve noticed is that she has begun emulating Casey and me doing things. After she eats, for example, we always have a routine of wiping her clean, her table area, getting her out of the highchair and then wiping the seat area and floor, and everything else clean with sanitary wipes that she’s flung around. She loves feeding Annie when she thinks we aren’t looking and saying “uh-oh.” She’s already trying to outsmart us. And addicted to chocolate. She has a sample of some Ghirardhelli chocolate we had, and now she’s hooked. Not that that’s any surprise. Same with her affinity for Coca-Cola, which is omnipresent in this house thanks to my bad habit. And cheese. But now after she eats, she’ll go get the kitchen towel from the oven handle, and go wipe up in spots, and even wipe Annie after giving her food, and then go hang it up. And when I finish pushing her in her Cozy Coup, she’ll get out and shut the door behind her. Impressive that she’s completing the job rather than just getting out and taking off.

She’s also interested in throwing balls, and picked up pushing a ball around with a putter quite naturally. I’m hoping she’s a better athlete than I was. Having a medium build like I do makes a lot of men’s sports a little more challenging, but it could work in her favor as a female, and she has the same build I do. In fact, she is the same size as most girls a good bit older than she is. So, note to self: she may like field hockey. Physically, she’s really strong, and she’s beginning to stretch out some, rather than being a chubby little baby. When I rock her to sleep, her length is noticeably increasing. She’s about to outgrow her changing table.

She has gotten better at communicating via affirmative and negative signals, and says no and (sort of) yeah. But her range of sounds is growing; she just needs to start learning how to connect them in the right order.

She’s deciding what clothes to wear, and clearly is opinionated about things, not surprisingly. Her moods can change spontaneously, but for the most part, she’s a very happy child. She just went through a small teething spell, which was rough on everyone. Getting all her molars at once. But she’s rebounded like a champ.

She loves boogieing down, and is a dancer. I’m still exposing her the guitar, and she can pluck individual strings now, which is the right direction. And she’s interested, so I have a lot of optimism about her being a way better player than I am. Not that that’s a very high goal. She has a tamborine and a little cymbal shaker and some bamboo sticks I made,and will pick them up and start jamming. So she’s already got Justin Bieber beat as an act.

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Hide Your Kids, Hide Your Wife, Cecelia’s Coming

Hide your valuables. Cecelia’s on the loose.

13 Months

Hide your valuables.

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Cecelia has been a busy little thing recently, keeping her parents busy. Which explains why there hasn’t been much media being posted. She’s teething, and growing and in a stage where she needs a lot of attention and entertainment. Quality attention I can provide. Quality entertainment for a 13-month-old can be a tough request. Her attention span is about 1 second. Some of her favorite games are “pick me up and put me down” and “point at items, then denounce them when obtained.” She’s being fussy, in other words.

That’s totally normal, and although I’m sure she’s in discomfort from rapidly growing and teething, she’s going through a lot of cranial and chemical changes too which can cause some turbulence I would imagine. Although we have a primitive language we’re using to communicate, she, of course, has no actual vocabulary yet. That makes communicating frustrating for her as well as anyone in that situation. Some adults find themselves there, too. And as a result, she sounds the siren.

She hasn’t been interested in eating solid food lately as she previously was, so that’s a development we’re watching. That’s also a shame because I’ve been making a lot of really good stuff lately. We offer solutions and aid her in every way imaginable for her teething, and she’s a good sport about it, but I know it must be tough.

She’s always been active, but she’s also become very, very inquisitive and driven. She’ll risk life and limb to achieve her goal, which is admirable, but unnecessary. For example, in my office she ran a gauntlet trying to get back in the corner in a little hidey-hole that would have scared Indiana Jones. She’s getting into everything and she reminds me of a gremlin that vexes aircraft and other machinery. The photo above has her dumping out a Raspberry Pi computer I’m building and distributing my small screwdriver set around the basement while savoring the disgusting flavor of one of them. Nothing is safe anymore.

On a positive note, she’s shown a continued and growing liking for music and dance. I don’t expect her to be Joni Mitchell or Beyonce Musgrove but she has an affinity for music, not surprisingly. I had her playing with guitars before she could crawl. And she can already pluck strings and knows to use a pick to strum. She’s smart. Plus with my brainwashing there’s no way she’s not going to be into music. But she’s no one-trick pony. She’ll also bob and shake her head around and bounce up and down when she hears some of her favorite songs, which currently include: Scarlet Begonias, the theme song for StoryBots, (theme songs are big), and lots of disco, unfortunately. But she’s becoming quite the dancer, which I hope to capture some video of.

Cecelia Becomes a Biped!

Cecelia realized you can’t strut your stuff when you’re crawling. So she’s joined the rest of the Meerkat family and is walking upright now!

Walking!

Cecelia has decided to start spending her time vertical instead of horizontal, and she’s very proud of herself, which she should be. She had been giving the walking thing a try for a while now, with very little success. For the past few weeks I’ve been walking around behind her, with her hands in mine, walking along, assisted. She’ll fall and get right up, and we started catching her walking a few times when she thought no one was looking.

She’s been obsessed with the stairs. Going up and down them, big steps and all. Between that and pulling her around in her wagon and pushing her up hills in her Cozy Coup, I’ve been getting my exercise. Then, the other day , she decided to take a stroll down the hallway by herself. She fell about every third step, but kept going and made it. She’s very determined and persistent, which is good. She likes to do things on her own, which also is good. Being a glory-hound and all.

So, suddenly she decided crawling for something, unless it’s for safety at a high speed which I’ve seen her do and was impressed, is for losers.

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They say you spend the first two years getting them to talk and walk and the rest of their lives trying to get them to sit down and be quiet. She’s an energetic little thing, so she’s fidgety, like I was. And still am. But she minds well, of course, so getting her to obey and listen is easy (Getting her to agree is another story.) And her vocals are becoming more varied and she’s talking as if in a foreign language. She’s learning to make all the sounds needed for a vocabulary by emulating me and Casey and Megan. She also likes to growl a lot, when she sees animals or is frustrated. That’s the noise she makes when she falls in the video.

She’s developing so fast, you can see differences just from day to day. She’s so great.

The Wheels on the Train Go Round and Round

If it’s not apparent, I’m being deliberate on how and what I post about Cecelia.  I’m not worried about cyber creeps nearly as much as I am her growing up without the knowledge of what her father was all about and  the benefit of what I’ve gleaned after 46 years of trial-and-error-based learning, which I had been taught and is a method I do not recommend and would prefer Cecelia to avoid at all costs. I’ve discovered there are some immutable laws that should be shared and discussed. There are actually lots of times to hold family meetings to plan. There’s a right way to do things and an unlimited number of incorrect ways to do things, and succeeding in life isn’t that difficult if you have a few brain cells, humility, discipline, some work ethic and some helpful, quality management. And of course time, which Cecelia has in spades hopefully. I plan to share this guidance while Cecelia grows up, which is something I would have cherished. “Succeeding in life” is open to individual definitions of course and is a large, dynamic variable. Just ask Charlie Sheen. But the modern tools we have nowadays allow me to archive my ideas, thoughts and basically anything at all for Cecelia’s sake, pretty easily. I’m not going to miss that opportunity or let it go to waste. That’s why I’ve diligently and consistently been creating accounts, writing blog posts, stashing media of all types and preparing everything I can for her use when needed or wanted.

So, with that out of the way…

Cecelia continues to grow. She’s a healthy specimen, for sure. And for which I’m eternally grateful. And she’s happy and well-tempered, just to sweeten the deal, as if it weren’t sweet enough.

She’s getting more vocal, and grabby. She handles her pacifier herself, albeit without precision. She’s eating a little more at feeding time, which for me is somewhere between 11:30 and 4:30, and then definitely around 7. She’s begun to sleep through the entire night, but when she wakes it’s a feeding, diaper change and a 45-minute production to get her back to sleep-mode.

One thing worth noting is the misery she’s experiencing with gas. The poor thing seems to be lactose-intolerant, when all she’s having is milk. We mitigate the pain with gripe water and gas drops as best as we can and burp her as much as possible, but she’s always percolating. If we could remove that aspect of her life, she’d be living large.

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