Posts from May, 2009
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Fiery the Resilient
Maybe one day Fiery will slam her head into our hard wood floors and cry but it’s not happening right now. Or possibly it’s just an age-thing and once Fiery understands that when she gets hurt it warrants immediate attention from mommy, she’ll start reacting to her falls.
Last night Fiery smashed her head into our head board, gave out one cry, then started growling like a monster and thought it funny.
She frequently (and I think purposely) falls backward when she’s sitting, making a huge thud with the floor, gives out a tiny “ehhhhh!” and then turns over and happily crawls away. The first time she fell off the bed she cried for not even 5 seconds and then started gleefully babbling. Tim and I almost started to worry there was something wrong with her nerves, but they’re fine.A couple nights ago Fiery got to taste her blood for the first time. One of the drawers that holds my art supplies was sticking out and Fiery managed to fall on the corner of it, splitting her lip (picture shown). She started to sob and I picked her up and noticed her mouth was all bloody (talk about a scare) and by the time I was done cleaning the blood off her cry turned into a soft whimper and was gone after I nursed her. It was interesting seeing her pause in the middle of her crying being like “what is this weird taste?”
So maybe this will all change in a couple of months but for now I think it’s adorable. I can just picture her taking her first steps running as a toddler, falling on her face, and getting right back up to do it again.
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It’s been 10 days?!
Since we posted! ::slaps wrist:: how awful!
This could be due to the Visher/Harper stay-cation. Surprisingly a lot of people have never heard of a stay-cation before and don’t know what it is. It’s a vacation only you stay at home (hence stay-cation). But it was more of an actual vacation for us because it wasn’t at our house.
We spent Friday in Philadelphia where I tried raw beef for the first time at Och’s Meat Market at the Reading Terminal Market at Suburban Station. It was wrapped in cheddar and I have to say I am now a fan of raw beef.
Saturday we went to the beach which wasn’t too crowded and Fiery got her first taste of sand (not the biggest fan) and her toes got a first dipping in the Atlantic. I was reminded of why I love the beach and utterly loathe it.
Sunday we went to the Elmwood Zoo which I was happily impressed with. It’s a great size and they have some really cool animals. And Monday we went to the Chinese Buffet followed by some golf.
Yay for vacations! Next year it’s Lord-willingly St. Thomas :-)
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I’m a Wild Thing!
Do you really wanna know? Yes I really wanna know- where the wild things are!
They’re in our living room!
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Bitter Sweet
I feel like the Christian walk is bitter-sweet. I was thinking about this on Sunday because it was the only way that I could describe worship that night. Trying to work out your salvation is extremely bitter because it requires a lot of death. You must continually die to yourself and get as much of “you” out of you so that more of Christ can fit in. Any sinful desire, thought, and notion has to be taken captive and then smothered. At times it’s near exhausting (especially/only if you’re not relying on God’s grace, which is 90% of the time for me) and I can understand why so many people are asleep.
However the actual communion with God, the one-on-one time where you’ve finally begun to believe that my sin is actually forgiven and I don’t have to say “I’m sorry!” to God over and over again in order to pay penance, is extremely sweet. Kind of like those few times in worship (should it be more?) where you can actually feel God’s presence and all you can do is hold your breath. And then I think about wine and how it’s so awfully bitter but can be sweet at the same time; I understand a little bit more why Christ chose wine to be the symbol of his blood.
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Fiery’s Crawling!
On Sunday morning Fiery started crawling on ALL fours! We were so excited! I don’t know how she does it on the hard-wood floors. They hurt my knees. It’s funny because she still isn’t really the best at sitting up. It seems like she actually enjoys falling over or prefers being on her tummy so she never spends a lot of time on her bum. Enjoy the video :-)
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Sacrificing Your Child
I think a lot about (proabably too much) what it would be like to loose Fiery. Usually it’s an unexpected death but once in awhile I think about how the Father killed his Son for us and I think of what it would be like to willingly kill Fiery. Killing her for the world (gosh, this post is so morbid) is a bit too big for me so I try to think in smaller terms like the city of Norristown.
I can’t even comprehend what it would be like to sacrifice her like that but more importantly I would want her death to be honored and revered. She was sacrificed so a region could come closer to God. I would demand that people take advantage of what she gave her life for (right now she wouldn’t understand, so this is more about me) and what I had to go through as her mother. I would want every individual in Norristown to know, to hear, to care, to grieve, etc.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what God went through, but I could not help but think “what a waste!” if I sacrificed my daughter and no one cared, no one paid reverence, but instead people cursed her name, split over meaningless theological arguments about why she died and if she died, and the majority of Norristown wouldn’t even think of her on even a daily basis (even those who believe she actually died), or me for that matter who killed her to make their lives better. I’d be completely outraged.
We had a very expensive hostas in our front yard left over from a previous family who used to live in our apartment. Yesterday a three year old hacked the life out of it and now it’s just a pile of steams. I was shocked at how much I grieved over that plant and how angry I was at that little boy for killing something so beautiful. How tasteless. It was just a plant and a three year old boy! How much more if it was my daughter and the world.
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Fiery’s First Time in a Stroller
I am very proud to say, with the exception of 30 seconds in a stroller at the Camden aquarium, Fiery, for the first time, was in a stroller. I don’t think strollers are bad in any way, nor am I trying to make you feel bad if you use a stroller, I just wanted Fiery to be held or worn for walks for at least the first couple months of her life.
I think she will enjoy roller coasters :-)
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She’s Signing!
About a week ago I wasn’t totally sure if she was signing because she knew what it meant, whether she was just copying hand motions, or whether she just happened to move her hand in a “milk” sign, but now I’m sure. She’s been doing it somewhat consistently and it’s usually during the time where she’s either really hungry or really sleepy. Recently she’s started to do it when she’s done.
It’s strange to see her “asking” for milk. For awhile it’s been on a need basis. I fed her because she was hungry. She squirmed for milk because her stomach was empty. But now she wants milk. She likes to nurse. I feel like the more and more she communicates to me her desires, the more and more I see Fiery. After all, in the words of Mouse: “to deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.”
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Fiery is 7 months today!
Fiery Soleil will be 7 months old tomorrow. I can’t believe it! I remember when she was born thinking how “old” she’ll be when she’s six months (kind of like how I always thought “17″ was really old when I was 12) and how different she’ll look. Now she’s 7 months and she still looks the same to me (just a whole lot bigger).This morning I saw her 6th tooth coming in (upper right) and thank God! She’s been eating the table. You can hear her one front tooth grinding against the wood and there’s fresh teeth marks (it makes Tim and I shudder).
She is so close to crawling. She has a fetish for wires and we have to keep an eye on her or else she’ll scooch herself to the computer power cord and start nawing away. She still loves light switches (she’s better at turning them off than turning them on) and loves her piano and when daddy plays the guitar and we all sing.Potty training is going fantastic (see previous post) and I love sharing the experience with her.
She might be signing back, I don’t really know. She’s been doing this thing where she sticks her left hand in the air and then slowly curls her fingers (which is the “milk” sign). But it’s usually been during times where she normally feeds. So maybe!
I love her so much!
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EC Progress
So here’s a small update on our potty training with Fiery (who will be 7 months tomorrow)!
Last night was our FIRST completely dry night! I put a fresh diaper on her at 10 and she was nursed down by 11 PM. At 6 o’clock I checked her diaper and it was still dry! I was so excited I tried putting her on the potty (she wasn’t too happy but didn’t protest). She went a tiny-bit and then we went back to bed. She awoke at 9 AM, still dry, and when I put her on the potty she peed a ton! I hope this happens again :-)
Yesterday she scooted herself toward her potty and starting hitting it. I took this as a cue and put her on at which point she peed! I still don’t know if it was on purpose or not but it’s still VERY encouraging!
On Saturday morning she was in her high chair and she was getting all fussy. I looked and I noticed she was trying to take off her diaper (had half of it off already). I was like, why would you do that? And I looked and she had pooped big time and probably did not enjoy sitting in it :-) Go Fiery!
She has also started a routine where she is pooping in the morning. I cannot tell you how happy I am about this.
