CoShowering

About 6 months or so ago, we were struggling to give O baths. She didn’t enjoy bath tub baths, sink baths, and her infant bather was too small at this point. (Shes a tall girl!) She would generally just sit and scream.  It was really sad because up until this point she had enjoyed bath time. We were struggling to find a solution to this problem.

One day, after another failed bathtime, I went to take a shower, and told O’s mommy to let me try showering with her. I went and got in the shower, and her mommy handed her to me and thus began the experiment.

At first all she would do was hold on tightly to my shoulder. It was difficult to clean her, but at least she wasn’t screaming. She gradually would relax and let me clean her. Gradually we’ve made it to now where she will play with the water, and we play the naming game (she points and I tell her what it is).

I also feel like coshowering has really helped my bonding with her. Since O’s mommy exclusively breastfed until O started showing signs of food interest (she is still breastfeeding! Awesomeness!), O always wants her mommy. There is nothing wrong with that at all, and its great; nevertheless, as a dad you do feel a bit “out of the loop” on helping the baby. Besides holding her when she slept, changing diapers, and playing with her I couldn’t do too much to help it felt like. Now that showering her has become “my thing”, I feel like we have a deeper bond, and its a 10 minutes that I enjoy very much.

Toddlerhood Welcomes You!

From BabyCenter

Milestones

Find out when to expect the major milestones, like walking, talking,gaining self control, dropping naps, and even writing and drawing.

 

From Reality

 

Sleep, once again, gone pushing chairs across the house, yelling, screaming, incessant talking, knowing what she wants and how to get it, learning things you don’t want her to do yet because it dangerous, etc.

 

Life

 

Things had gotten to a nice happy schedule resembling life until baby O took the leap into toddlerhood, as I like to call it. While being alot more fun, she can also be alot more less fun. She likes to sit beside me, hold her own PlayStation controller and pretend like she is playing. Then, next thing you know, she is mad at the world throwing her controller and running around crying. I stop my game to see how I can make her happy. She steal my controller and begins eating it. Not cool. 

A new trick of hers in the dishwasher. He has learned to turn it on, and that if it doesn’t make a loud sound, then it didn’t turn on. She also knows to run away after she has turned the knob. Somehow, she has even figured out how to move the locking lever back and forth.

She now loves the fridge as well. You open that door when she is near, and she booking towards the light. She will get in front of it, and start grabbing stuff and throwing it out. Tip: make sure you don’t have anything fragile on the bottom shelf, like eggs, soda, anything easily bruised.

Last night, she learned how to push and pull kitchen chairs. She pushed a table chair all the way to the end of the kitchen, and then pulled it backwards until she got tired. That left the poor chair alone in the prime real estate of the middle of the kitchen. 

Nevertheless; she is an amazing daughter. She picks up on everything so quickly that it is unreal. It reminds me of all those cliches that you hear about watching what you say and do around children. They really can copy you. Its crazy. They are like little robots.

Just like that.

My Baby is Better Than Yours

I may be a little biased, but it’s true. My little girl is already giving “thumbs up” and fist pounding. She’s a cute little princess and crazier than a pirate. She is too cool for most things but will do anything. She is mad one second and then laughing while making farting sounds the next. She will move hair from your face ever so gently, to try to scratch your eyes out.

Needless to say, she is a handful and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love her the way she is. She’s part of our crazy, beautiful life. Yeah, I stole that from Ke$ha, but who cares. Point proven. I love my kid more than yours. That to me makes her better. I bet you feel the same about yours anyway.